<?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-4546051134613681568</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:14:19.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelie Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amicarr09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525469550567127472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S6D5q650h4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VGAUb502l0U/S220/IMG_2357.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546051134613681568.post-6561929336097967749</id><published>2011-06-11T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T13:22:03.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ombre Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fURmKj1COE/TfPNSx59L5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/eb0Sp0f933I/s1600/Screen-shot-2011-02-28-at-8.53.39-PM-300x296%255B1%255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617058882778902418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fURmKj1COE/TfPNSx59L5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/eb0Sp0f933I/s400/Screen-shot-2011-02-28-at-8.53.39-PM-300x296%255B1%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnZ0Rw6dyKY/TfPNpI9sxbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qa2naVZMzx8/s1600/ashley-greene-e1301888817433%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617059266925741490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnZ0Rw6dyKY/TfPNpI9sxbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qa2naVZMzx8/s400/ashley-greene-e1301888817433%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So I'm aiming for this look as my "summer look." My appointment is on July 1st with an Allure mag recommended stylist. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546051134613681568-6561929336097967749?l=amicarr09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/feeds/6561929336097967749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2011/06/ombre-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/6561929336097967749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/6561929336097967749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2011/06/ombre-hair.html' title='Ombre Hair'/><author><name>amicarr09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525469550567127472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S6D5q650h4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VGAUb502l0U/S220/IMG_2357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fURmKj1COE/TfPNSx59L5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/eb0Sp0f933I/s72-c/Screen-shot-2011-02-28-at-8.53.39-PM-300x296%255B1%255D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546051134613681568.post-2672372530761508588</id><published>2010-11-13T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T11:19:15.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Feeling</title><content type='html'>My favorite season is the fall. And do you know what gets me into the fall feeling? Mmmm.... Okay I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Festive fall cupcakes that look like a dreamy frosting filled pumpkin patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7ZsAqc9JI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jL4XuBl5eO8/s1600/DSCN0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539103941827818642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7ZsAqc9JI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jL4XuBl5eO8/s400/DSCN0020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cozy flannel pajamas on kissable Amelie skin with bare toes that remind me of edible peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7cHbzjGtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aZpPQhj7_24/s1600/DSCN0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539106611993451218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7cHbzjGtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aZpPQhj7_24/s400/DSCN0069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Fall colors on my darlin's backs...love the oranges, cheetah prints, courdery, and matroyshka doll tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7bx0Xz5vI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MTD0KKRtYD0/s1600/DSCN0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539106240630875890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7bx0Xz5vI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MTD0KKRtYD0/s400/DSCN0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7bxaHst5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6tGzxdA28cw/s1600/DSCN0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539106233583974290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7bxaHst5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6tGzxdA28cw/s400/DSCN0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Trips to the bookstore when we are sick of being indoors on a rainy day and don't know what else to do with ourselves. Hooray for the B &amp;amp; N kids section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7bxCvIDTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6y2-Y0fLq1Y/s1600/DSCN0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539106227306892594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7bxCvIDTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6y2-Y0fLq1Y/s400/DSCN0085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A hearty meal burning on the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7a4OGulPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/8vbMEscUL8k/s1600/DSCN0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539105251106133234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7a4OGulPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/8vbMEscUL8k/s400/DSCN0106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Which is best had with the family gathering round an inviting table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7fOFMe8pI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JsAUgUgI7uo/s1600/DSCN0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539110024717988498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7fOFMe8pI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JsAUgUgI7uo/s400/DSCN0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Halloween!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7a3ThVRpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/r2xGxBFExus/s1600/DSCN0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539105235380029074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7a3ThVRpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/r2xGxBFExus/s400/DSCN0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent here at the library Halloween party where my littles were enamored with costumed kiddies running all over the place. Both caused their fair share of chaos, of course, but were treated with their candy of choice - a lollipop each as a trick or treat eat. After which, they both collapsed on the car ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7a3JBY_KI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bNtfpWuFkkE/s1600/DSCN0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539105232561700002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7a3JBY_KI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bNtfpWuFkkE/s400/DSCN0036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. And last but certainly not least, the fall foliage which makes the romantic in me yearn for the fall to grace us more than just once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7cHJDGiRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5YUS246bHqs/s1600/DSCN0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539106606958414098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7cHJDGiRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5YUS246bHqs/s400/DSCN0136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4546051134613681568-2672372530761508588?l=amicarr09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/feeds/2672372530761508588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall-feeling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/2672372530761508588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/2672372530761508588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall-feeling.html' title='Fall Feeling'/><author><name>amicarr09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525469550567127472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S6D5q650h4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VGAUb502l0U/S220/IMG_2357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TN7ZsAqc9JI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jL4XuBl5eO8/s72-c/DSCN0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546051134613681568.post-709646524000443045</id><published>2010-07-02T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:33:00.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer = Pool</title><content type='html'>My mom took my brothers and I to the subdivision pool every summer.  I wanted to give it a try with my kiddies.  Since my parents still live in the same subdivision where I grew up and our own neighborhood has no community pool, we headed to the pool where my summertime water memories began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we strolled into the pool area, however, and parked our stroller by the umbrella covered tables, my kids crumpled into unsure faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4gciM0QYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/u36CHq05q7Q/s1600/IMG_3179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489360670400201090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4gciM0QYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/u36CHq05q7Q/s400/IMG_3179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I like the pool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4gcKFEUTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uRzvpuRYZiw/s1600/IMG_3180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489360663925248306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4gcKFEUTI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uRzvpuRYZiw/s400/IMG_3180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4gbmXa5EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yixKTbxm2YE/s1600/IMG_3183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489360654338548802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4gbmXa5EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yixKTbxm2YE/s400/IMG_3183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4fjwBQ0rI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Sn4rEKvszZ8/s1600/IMG_3186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489359694857294514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4fjwBQ0rI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Sn4rEKvszZ8/s400/IMG_3186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one little rugrat ended up waddling his little legs in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4fjbPxO3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Tv7nODGmVYk/s1600/IMG_3189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489359689280994162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4fjbPxO3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Tv7nODGmVYk/s400/IMG_3189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other rooted herself on Mama's lap.  Looking positively adorable, I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4fi165a6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6PzJRpKJSX0/s1600/IMG_3187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489359679261338530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4fi165a6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6PzJRpKJSX0/s400/IMG_3187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then lo and behold!!!!  A smile appeared!  Yes we are having fun!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4fic4IDJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sHZOEOr6Hs0/s1600/IMG_3193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489359672538827922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4fic4IDJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sHZOEOr6Hs0/s400/IMG_3193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4fgyikz7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/qtJKu_DTNsA/s1600/IMG_3197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489359643994279858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4fgyikz7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/qtJKu_DTNsA/s400/IMG_3197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fabulous time, nonetheless!  Memories were created, and Mama's heart uplifted to see her littles soaking in the summer sunlight.&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/4546051134613681568-709646524000443045?l=amicarr09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/feeds/709646524000443045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-pool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/709646524000443045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/709646524000443045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-pool.html' title='Summer = Pool'/><author><name>amicarr09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525469550567127472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S6D5q650h4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VGAUb502l0U/S220/IMG_2357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TC4gciM0QYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/u36CHq05q7Q/s72-c/IMG_3179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546051134613681568.post-2016816949831630441</id><published>2010-06-29T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:03:16.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prada Heels Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TCqkjulQ7gI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dyjhFW8U8jk/s1600/NMX0HTT_mn%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488380029611077122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TCqkjulQ7gI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dyjhFW8U8jk/s400/NMX0HTT_mn%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am love love loving this Prada heels.  I'm totally for pale colored shoes this summer into fall into winter.  I have so many ideas for outfits.  Not mommy and me outfits, but rather work outfits, going out with Basel outfits, or girls night out outfits.  So  please go on sale Prada heels.  Then I can get you without feeling guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546051134613681568-2016816949831630441?l=amicarr09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/feeds/2016816949831630441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/06/prada-heels-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/2016816949831630441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/2016816949831630441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/06/prada-heels-please.html' title='Prada Heels Please'/><author><name>amicarr09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525469550567127472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S6D5q650h4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VGAUb502l0U/S220/IMG_2357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TCqkjulQ7gI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dyjhFW8U8jk/s72-c/NMX0HTT_mn%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546051134613681568.post-8121781195897024759</id><published>2010-05-26T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:54:14.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Graduation &amp; Pigtails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been so busy as of late that I haven't had time for anything. No blogging, no paper scrapbooking, no online scrapbooking, no taking pictures even of my kids. In other words, no memories. I've had my husband's family visiting for an extended stay. They'll be departing this week. Although they are loved, it'll be nice to have our routine and life back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is a post that been postponed until now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hashem's graduation a month ago where we gave him a surprise party in his honor. I think he was pleased :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S_06m5rGsgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pfGvUZNjrTc/s1600/IMG_2900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475597161943446018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S_06m5rGsgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pfGvUZNjrTc/s400/IMG_2900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent picture of the five Rifai siblings (with a Hajjar baby included). I love each time we take one. The last one we took was three years ago at Hadie's graduation from college. My how we've changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S_06mJrpdvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/T4SduXOllK8/s1600/IMG_2898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475597149060822770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S_06mJrpdvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/T4SduXOllK8/s400/IMG_2898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Amelie romancing her way into her uncle's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S_06lg8ILTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/37bGE5Exhu0/s1600/IMG_2882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475597138124090674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S_06lg8ILTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/37bGE5Exhu0/s400/IMG_2882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole fam before barbecue dinner is served. Basel was testing out his first barbecue run on the new grill out back. Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S_06k8uywkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jI_IUVAbG8Y/s1600/IMG_2877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475597128404484674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S_06k8uywkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jI_IUVAbG8Y/s400/IMG_2877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting over the pony. A month later and they still fight over the pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S_06kRpYqPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jxc3cFk4UG4/s1600/IMG_2870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475597116839078130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S_06kRpYqPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jxc3cFk4UG4/s400/IMG_2870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie J and her neice, A, in the same patterned outfit (dress and leggings match!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TCqiHOxBDZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0AkLPvBSafI/s1600/IMG_2917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488377341010840978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/TCqiHOxBDZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0AkLPvBSafI/s400/IMG_2917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to include my darlin Em's hair has grown long enough for pigtails!!!!  This is huge - since Mama is a fan of all things girly.  Pigtails are just so darn cute on my girl, except that they are pulled off minutes after I've put them in her hair.  Worth it still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4546051134613681568-8121781195897024759?l=amicarr09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/feeds/8121781195897024759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduation-pigtails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/8121781195897024759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/8121781195897024759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduation-pigtails.html' title='A Graduation &amp; Pigtails'/><author><name>amicarr09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525469550567127472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S6D5q650h4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VGAUb502l0U/S220/IMG_2357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S_06m5rGsgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pfGvUZNjrTc/s72-c/IMG_2900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546051134613681568.post-103922347826264881</id><published>2010-04-30T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:39:23.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had ourselves a day that will resonate with me always. I cannot say how much joy was in this day. Not just because my babies turned one or that they are celebrating their first birthday, but also because we celebrated our family that day. We celebrated how these two little souls created my little family and how they are also encircled by a bigger family loving, supporting and protecting them. I love how we can share joy with family. How family understands you and loves you regardless. The best gift I can give my children is family. That is your birthday present from me, Carr and Amelie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9rzxi2I-XI/AAAAAAAAAEw/I1kqElM9mpY/s1600/IMG_2617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465949130260543858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9rzxi2I-XI/AAAAAAAAAEw/I1kqElM9mpY/s400/IMG_2617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r0xs86HlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WUuhBm0DwrQ/s1600/IMG_2719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465950232484912722" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r0xs86HlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WUuhBm0DwrQ/s400/IMG_2719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9rzx6T-REI/AAAAAAAAAE4/M_cykBUfSUo/s1600/IMG_2639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465949136559686722" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9rzx6T-REI/AAAAAAAAAE4/M_cykBUfSUo/s400/IMG_2639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9rzyYNf9mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/u7K4ZKWuwXA/s1600/IMG_2660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465949144585598562" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9rzyYNf9mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/u7K4ZKWuwXA/s400/IMG_2660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r0vlNAx9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t_0I05AmyQw/s1600/IMG_2623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465950196045236178" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r0vlNAx9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t_0I05AmyQw/s400/IMG_2623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lotsa gifts, Mama...does she get it?&lt;/span&gt; I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r0wCDPQmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/22NhAHCOQyg/s1600/IMG_2677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465950203788870242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r0wCDPQmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/22NhAHCOQyg/s400/IMG_2677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My little man wasn't feeling it that day. But he hung in there. Wish I could've captured a smile that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9rzy5uFGUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/igxCSBa76Bw/s1600/IMG_2671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465949153580620098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9rzy5uFGUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/igxCSBa76Bw/s400/IMG_2671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lovely little lady. I bought that outfit on etsy. So adorable!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The blog world has taught me so much about what is out there on etsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r0wkfHVCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/y58bi0Fmtcs/s1600/IMG_2693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465950213032596514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r0wkfHVCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/y58bi0Fmtcs/s400/IMG_2693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Opening gifts. Funny how the bigger kiddies wanted to open up the gifts they brought since C &amp;amp; A don't know how yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r11Een31I/AAAAAAAAAGI/IecZJIfjMsw/s1600/IMG_2755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465951389851574098" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r11Een31I/AAAAAAAAAGI/IecZJIfjMsw/s400/IMG_2755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My ballerina sistra, Jenna. You look divine among those bubbles. And I love your outfit, girl. Spring becomes you ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r2OBlPr4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/B5jVFTNDHbU/s1600/IMG_2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465951818570772354" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r2OBlPr4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/B5jVFTNDHbU/s400/IMG_2609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Carrem &amp;amp; Amelie party favors. I got them from &lt;a href="http://designerdessertsbakery.com/"&gt;this place.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.designerdesserts.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465951371512322994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r10AKNG7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/6ogSu-12U-A/s400/IMG_2717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please note the difference on how my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;two babies smashed their cakes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r0xAMzCvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jsIq56EyNGI/s1600/IMG_2714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465950220471962354" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r0xAMzCvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jsIq56EyNGI/s400/IMG_2714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r11rvB-oI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9McfuMCDB64/s1600/IMG_2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465951400389376642" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r11rvB-oI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9McfuMCDB64/s400/IMG_2734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After he royally smashed up his smash cake. He got grossed out and cried. Then figured out the sugar around his lips and lickity split licked those lips. Love this boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r10l2jgGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/v2TS2rgNdxo/s1600/IMG_2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465951381630451810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r10l2jgGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/v2TS2rgNdxo/s400/IMG_2726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r12I7PO1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/uWrkDtV42wQ/s1600/IMG_2749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465951408225205074" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9r12I7PO1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/uWrkDtV42wQ/s400/IMG_2749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amelie on her new pink pony with the help of Auntie J.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my darlings&lt;/span&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/4546051134613681568-103922347826264881?l=amicarr09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/feeds/103922347826264881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/04/beautiful-bday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/103922347826264881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/103922347826264881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/04/beautiful-bday.html' title='Beautiful Bday'/><author><name>amicarr09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525469550567127472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S6D5q650h4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VGAUb502l0U/S220/IMG_2357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9rzxi2I-XI/AAAAAAAAAEw/I1kqElM9mpY/s72-c/IMG_2617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546051134613681568.post-3416293142783648833</id><published>2010-04-24T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T09:27:26.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is Where Our Heart is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My babies love being at home. Our home, not anyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness shines on their faces in our home.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly see that in any other place.&lt;br /&gt;(except at Grandma's...but who doesn't love Grandma's? ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9L7ciwUc_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/RaqndBQZaDY/s1600/IMG_2497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463705765738214386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9L7ciwUc_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/RaqndBQZaDY/s320/IMG_2497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love his sweet face. Can't you see bliss in his eyes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not to say that we don't love getting out.&lt;br /&gt;Put our jackets on and go on a Mama and me outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9L4wZrhmqI/AAAAAAAAADw/ROEpSI1iRNk/s1600/IMG_2434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463702808364685986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9L4wZrhmqI/AAAAAAAAADw/ROEpSI1iRNk/s320/IMG_2434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I couldn't resist posting this pic...she is such a doll getting ready to go out! Love those side swept bangs!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But somehow each nook and cranny of home that has been discovered and rediscovered is still preferred among any other place. There they find comfort and love.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9L4Q1pHMOI/AAAAAAAAADo/j73LXPj1Xak/s1600/IMG_2504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463702266114945250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9L4Q1pHMOI/AAAAAAAAADo/j73LXPj1Xak/s400/IMG_2504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each time they find a different way to play in the same familiar spot.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9L4Qb3qk1I/AAAAAAAAADg/5kWM3MGiQ0I/s1600/IMG_2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463702259196662610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9L4Qb3qk1I/AAAAAAAAADg/5kWM3MGiQ0I/s400/IMG_2560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some places in our home are a constant wonder.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463702250010620738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9L4P5pis0I/AAAAAAAAADY/FBMimwT36v0/s400/IMG_2557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The kitchen especially...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9MbcbbVyiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oFO3qOHcZHQ/s1600/IMG_2555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463740948143262242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9MbcbbVyiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oFO3qOHcZHQ/s320/IMG_2555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes there are times when these peeps get bored&lt;br /&gt;and start to pick on one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9L4O35cxNI/AAAAAAAAADI/mU0cvg4CfFA/s1600/IMG_2427.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463702232360600786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9L4O35cxNI/AAAAAAAAADI/mU0cvg4CfFA/s400/IMG_2427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A less than gentle nudge warning him to get out of her way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9MZWacLi1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/24-ELCoDuiU/s1600/IMG_2429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463738645775878994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9MZWacLi1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/24-ELCoDuiU/s320/IMG_2429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, though, tensions fade and smiles reappear and new home wonders are discovered.&lt;br /&gt;This explains why we don't get out much. Why we are homebodies. And we LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Although I would like to go to a movie once in awhile...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4546051134613681568-3416293142783648833?l=amicarr09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/feeds/3416293142783648833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/04/home-is-where-our-heart-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/3416293142783648833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/3416293142783648833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/04/home-is-where-our-heart-is.html' title='Home is Where Our Heart is'/><author><name>amicarr09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525469550567127472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S6D5q650h4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VGAUb502l0U/S220/IMG_2357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9L7ciwUc_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/RaqndBQZaDY/s72-c/IMG_2497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546051134613681568.post-6369711185423098034</id><published>2010-04-23T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:55:40.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9GzNeEkrZI/AAAAAAAAADA/mm_Hr0cc-3Y/s1600/IMG_2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463344866969038226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9GzNeEkrZI/AAAAAAAAADA/mm_Hr0cc-3Y/s320/IMG_2563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello Sailor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what we are up to??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning a birthday!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, a birthday.  The big O-N-E.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not just one one, but two ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9GzMx8r-PI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jHTFZCM8rLo/s1600/IMG_2567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463344855124801778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9GzMx8r-PI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jHTFZCM8rLo/s320/IMG_2567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two can't keep their hands off their gifts - Well, not really.  When I set them in front of their surprises, they weren't all that interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've got plenty more surprises up my sleeve!  So prepared C &amp;amp; A!  You are up for a fantabulous time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9GzMS3cMBI/AAAAAAAAACw/FfL7oW2MX0Q/s1600/IMG_2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463344846781296658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9GzMS3cMBI/AAAAAAAAACw/FfL7oW2MX0Q/s320/IMG_2566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amelie thinks it's a looooooooooong wait until Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9GzL-gY5XI/AAAAAAAAACo/xrsvdJ7hPCQ/s1600/IMG_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463344841315902834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9GzL-gY5XI/AAAAAAAAACo/xrsvdJ7hPCQ/s320/IMG_2579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carrem will be waiting by the door until his guests arrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546051134613681568-6369711185423098034?l=amicarr09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/feeds/6369711185423098034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-sailor-guess-what-we-are-up-to-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/6369711185423098034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/6369711185423098034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-sailor-guess-what-we-are-up-to-we.html' title=''/><author><name>amicarr09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525469550567127472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S6D5q650h4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VGAUb502l0U/S220/IMG_2357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S9GzNeEkrZI/AAAAAAAAADA/mm_Hr0cc-3Y/s72-c/IMG_2563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546051134613681568.post-8880135687172296259</id><published>2010-04-06T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:46:28.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S7vrZNiwmCI/AAAAAAAAABw/qW4AlRWliOg/s1600/IMG_2421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457214191854196770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S7vrZNiwmCI/AAAAAAAAABw/qW4AlRWliOg/s320/IMG_2421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've had a thing for cupcakes...I believe there is a hype behind the whole cupcake bonanza that's crept up over the past few years, but I've just caught on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've found a great recipe online on epicurean.com for vanilla sour cream cupcakes. Out of this world! The icing has yet to come together for me. I can't for the life of me make a good icing. I blame it on not have a Cuisinart mixer. Now there is my problem. Birthday gift? For now I use the ready made icing - which I must say is quite tasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what my cupcake does while I bake cupcakes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S7vrq7f0KqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4TtMsriU6-g/s1600/IMG_2420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457214496247655074" style="WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S7vrq7f0KqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4TtMsriU6-g/s320/IMG_2420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carrabones playing with the remote.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/4546051134613681568-8880135687172296259?l=amicarr09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/feeds/8880135687172296259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/04/cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/8880135687172296259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/8880135687172296259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/04/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes'/><author><name>amicarr09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525469550567127472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S6D5q650h4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VGAUb502l0U/S220/IMG_2357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S7vrZNiwmCI/AAAAAAAAABw/qW4AlRWliOg/s72-c/IMG_2421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546051134613681568.post-5323653328723828718</id><published>2010-04-05T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T07:32:25.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mouthful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S7n0XSmYNHI/AAAAAAAAABc/8ELwP656RZA/s1600/IMG_2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456661104503043186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S7n0XSmYNHI/AAAAAAAAABc/8ELwP656RZA/s320/IMG_2401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're a twin, you go for it! Mouthfuls at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every morning, I set out a bowl of animal crackers for the babies. I set it in Amelie's lap first. Why? Because she neatly picks one out of the bowl and nibbles on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrem spots the bowl in Amelie's lap, knowing exactly what it contains and makes a mad dash for it. He turns the bowl upside down spilling all the animal crackers on the ground, takes fist fulls of crackers and stuffs himself silly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing this, Amelie proceeds to grab her own fist fulls for safekeeping. She knows if she doesn't do this now - no more crackers left for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - I have two quiet babies for about ten minutes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546051134613681568-5323653328723828718?l=amicarr09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/feeds/5323653328723828718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/04/mouthful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/5323653328723828718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546051134613681568/posts/default/5323653328723828718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amicarr09.blogspot.com/2010/04/mouthful.html' title='A mouthful'/><author><name>amicarr09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525469550567127472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S6D5q650h4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VGAUb502l0U/S220/IMG_2357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Anb6ICXuyw/S7n0XSmYNHI/AAAAAAAAABc/8ELwP656RZA/s72-c/IMG_2401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
