<?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-5930816097058632501</id><updated>2011-08-03T00:24:50.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe and Berkley</title><subtitle type='html'>"Life is not about the breathes you take, but the moments that take your breath away"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-3731055170603956528</id><published>2009-07-16T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:30:07.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Berkley!!!!</title><content type='html'>I say this every time my girls have some type of milestone, but I cannot believe my baby is 2!! The last two years have went by way too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happiness is what this child is all about! There are very few times I can remember when Berkley was not happy. Most of her time is spent laughing, smiling, and eating. Some of the laughing and smiling comes from torturing her big sister, and she sure does enjoy that. Some of her favorite things in life right now are:&lt;br /&gt;Anything that deals with Dora&lt;br /&gt;Cake and Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Cheese dip and rice&lt;br /&gt;Puppies&lt;br /&gt;Baby Dolls&lt;br /&gt;Mommy shoes or boots (picture below)&lt;br /&gt;Singing and clapping&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with her big sister&lt;br /&gt;Our dog Wanda&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sl8qFRJ622I/AAAAAAAAAaA/d_bDRt4TJNE/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sl8qFRJ622I/AAAAAAAAAaA/d_bDRt4TJNE/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359048351586900834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Birthday Girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sl8py2Kl94I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/gQE0WjzD51M/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sl8py2Kl94I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/gQE0WjzD51M/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359048035104323458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sl8pXdJQa9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/F8nmnZIZIRY/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sl8pXdJQa9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/F8nmnZIZIRY/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359047564531362770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Already making a name for herself in the fashion industry with her bold and unique style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sl8o43rxteI/AAAAAAAAAZo/wFkrb-jJJgY/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sl8o43rxteI/AAAAAAAAAZo/wFkrb-jJJgY/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359047039079527906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is workin Daddy's old police shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sl8n6iEbROI/AAAAAAAAAZg/TXPG1DAZ2bI/s&lt;br /&gt;1600-h/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sl8n6iEbROI/AAAAAAAAAZg/TXPG1DAZ2bI/s320/135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359045968125445346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love her smile!! It is like eating your favorite ice cream, everything about it feels great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sl8nXP1wqLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/6PpMcHN9xcU/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sl8nXP1wqLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/6PpMcHN9xcU/s320/064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359045361936672946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Berkley!!!  You are the sunshine in our lives!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-3731055170603956528?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/3731055170603956528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=3731055170603956528' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3731055170603956528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3731055170603956528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-berkley.html' title='Happy Birthday Berkley!!!!'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sl8qFRJ622I/AAAAAAAAAaA/d_bDRt4TJNE/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-3619520752913860581</id><published>2009-06-22T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:47:38.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday at the Beach</title><content type='html'>When we were planning our vacation a while back we gave Chloe the option, we asked her if she wanted us to wait until after her birthday so she could be with her family and friends, or do you want to be at the beach on your birthday, and see your family and friends when we get back. Being the smart girl she is she opted to be at the beach (tuff decision I know) She had a great day! We woke her up on her b-day singing "Happy Birthday" to her. Every time I would see her I would start singing(which she hated..Yay Mommy!) we wanted to have the waitress at the restaurant sing to her, but we knew she would be scarred for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rainy and cloudy most of her birthday, so we spent most of the day shopping and talking about the day she was born. She loves to hear about this day. What time was she born? Who all was there? What was everyone wearing? Were you scared that I was coming out of your belly? Why did it take me so long to get here? How many times did Mrs. Amy call Daddy's phone that day? Did I cry when I came out of your belly? Did I sleep good at the hospital? Did a lot of people get to hold me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved being at the beach on her b-day with some of her favorite people,her Aunt Rachel, Uncle Chuck, and cousin Sadie. She was so happy they were there. She got a new CD, and MP3 player for her birthday, and she is also going to the Miley Cyrus concert in Memphis. Check out the cute shirts Barrett made for the birthday girl, and lil sis! Got lots of cute comments about those! I think I gave a few people her webpage. Chloe had a wonderful birthday!! I can't believe my baby is 5...boo friggin hoo!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-R9js4bWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZtLbmDOlhGs/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-R9js4bWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZtLbmDOlhGs/s320/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350155369080974690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girls Chloe, Berkley, and Sadie. My girls are obsessed with Sadie! She is soo sweet with them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-RjQyvUEI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2DcZOkm_NRc/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-RjQyvUEI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2DcZOkm_NRc/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350154917328670786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This stuff is awesome!! Everytime we got the cake and ice cream out, Berkley would take off running to the chair ready for her plate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-RQ2BTFfI/AAAAAAAAAY4/rwv-kghfsAE/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-RQ2BTFfI/AAAAAAAAAY4/rwv-kghfsAE/s320/037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350154600904332786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Birthday Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-Q1plNCFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/s2n-wUNuuyM/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-Q1plNCFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/s2n-wUNuuyM/s320/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350154133708802130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chloe and Sadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-QfGnrcxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/z_xXWAm92WQ/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-QfGnrcxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/z_xXWAm92WQ/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350153746366821138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Wow the new Jonas Brothers CD. Thanks Aunt Rachel, Chuck, and Sadie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-P-6ZJsTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kWxsZr40utw/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-P-6ZJsTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kWxsZr40utw/s320/038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350153193328849202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Make a Wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-PkpmDfdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/8p4Iw8vYObE/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-PkpmDfdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/8p4Iw8vYObE/s320/039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350152742142967250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singing Happy Birthday to the Birthday girl! She was getting a little emabarssed at this point..ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-PQOuIbYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DcR_jadV4hg/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-PQOuIbYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DcR_jadV4hg/s320/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350152391331704194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beach Birthday Cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-3619520752913860581?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/3619520752913860581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=3619520752913860581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3619520752913860581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3619520752913860581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-at-beach.html' title='Birthday at the Beach'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sj-R9js4bWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZtLbmDOlhGs/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-8841703289231079938</id><published>2009-06-11T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:12:53.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye T-Ball 2009</title><content type='html'>This past Tuesday was Chloe's last T-ball game of the season. She had a great time playing this year, and did really well! We are very proud of her! Her team was awesome! The kids and the parents! We got to hang out with some ole friends, and made some new ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game the team headed to Chucky E Cheese to partay down! The girls got their trophies too! It was Girlie Madness I tell ya...Madness! The kiddos had a blast (the lil sis were having a blast too) The parents looked scared and tired. I think that is the look of most parents at Chucky E Cheese. We are very sad that the season is over, but already making plans for next season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGoHUh0JMI/AAAAAAAAAYI/csZYMyEJDpI/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGoHUh0JMI/AAAAAAAAAYI/csZYMyEJDpI/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346239076388578498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and her friend Taylor partay the night away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGnv83qoMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/sa6i0k8XBXs/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGnv83qoMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/sa6i0k8XBXs/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346238674900787394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helping my sister celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGnXwJB15I/AAAAAAAAAX4/r_zlRUNhBKc/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGnXwJB15I/AAAAAAAAAX4/r_zlRUNhBKc/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346238259167090578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the cool trophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGm42rCVCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/NF-t94-8IJc/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGm42rCVCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/NF-t94-8IJc/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346237728344396834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and Eva Grace. The hats are almost bigger than they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGmVGgfJwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/laPXb2Va_IU/s&lt;br /&gt;1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGmVGgfJwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/laPXb2Va_IU/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346237114119825154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute little sisters!! They were the girls biggest fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGl454A3wI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8QrNI5PPPsM/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGl454A3wI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8QrNI5PPPsM/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346236629692505858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing batta batta Swing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGkjv2M9jI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gbG6dQsLTo0/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGkjv2M9jI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gbG6dQsLTo0/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346235166711674418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-8841703289231079938?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/8841703289231079938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=8841703289231079938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/8841703289231079938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/8841703289231079938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-t-ball-2009.html' title='Goodbye T-Ball 2009'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SjGoHUh0JMI/AAAAAAAAAYI/csZYMyEJDpI/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-6013624462707135969</id><published>2009-05-31T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:20:40.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe's Pre-k graduation, 50s style..sniff sniff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMrCyJ8guI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZF72di_ba0k/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMrCyJ8guI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZF72di_ba0k/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342160909814760162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMrCtwyfjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pIpiApYtD_I/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMrCtwyfjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pIpiApYtD_I/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342160908635504178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMrCavOVyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/FMSrq2XSxiY/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMrCavOVyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/FMSrq2XSxiY/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342160903528666914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMrBw99PUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9tKGgc5qfAQ/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMrBw99PUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9tKGgc5qfAQ/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342160892316171586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMrBpVTzgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3WOI8crTSuY/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMrBpVTzgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3WOI8crTSuY/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342160890266635778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMqEpG873I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Km9MPse-S3c/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMqEpG873I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Km9MPse-S3c/s320/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342159842234396530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMqEU6BxpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/dCG0rB8XjHI/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMqEU6BxpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/dCG0rB8XjHI/s320/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342159836811478674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMqD2-BlGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Emvg5DBvWy8/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMqD2-BlGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Emvg5DBvWy8/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342159828775179362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMqDgOUdWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dKMf8MiyukA/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMqDgOUdWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dKMf8MiyukA/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342159822669509986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMqDXPYE9I/AAAAAAAAAWI/xuxZsFK50RE/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMqDXPYE9I/AAAAAAAAAWI/xuxZsFK50RE/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342159820258022354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the week I had been dreading for months now. Chloe's last week of pre-school, and her graduation..boo hoo!! I cried every single day last week. I knew I would cry graduation day (which was Monday) but was not expecting the water works every other day...geez. Chloe was so excited about her graduation. She has been practicing at home on her songs, and her speech, which she did all by herself. You could not hear a word she said, but we were stunned that she even attempted it!! The program was very cute. Chloe got the little princess award.  We were very proud of her!  They did a little Grease Lightning dance, and some other cute songs that just made me cry more, and oh my goodness the slide show just sent me over the edge. Daddy was laughing at me the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;The last day of school the kids took a field trip to Craighead Forest. They had lots of fun playing on the play ground, and getting wet at the splash park!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part is not leaving her friends(most of her close friends will also go to Kindergarten with her)it is leaving her teachers. They are soo wonderful, and they are not only great teachers, but have become dear friends of mine. They have been with Chloe since she was a baby. She loves them both very much, and so do I!! So as this chapter of her life is over I look back on the last 5 years. I am very proud of Chloe, and the little girl she is becoming. She is very independent, and she always shocks me with her little mind, and the things she can remember. She is a sweet and helpful big sister. As this point in her life when she grows up she wants to be a veterinarian, or a teacher. I think she would be great at either of them! She is soo excited about starting Kindergarten. I on the other hand am going to spend the summer in total denial of what August will bring!! Who's with me??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-6013624462707135969?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/6013624462707135969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=6013624462707135969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/6013624462707135969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/6013624462707135969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/05/chloes-pre-k-graduation-50s-stylesniff.html' title='Chloe&apos;s Pre-k graduation, 50s style..sniff sniff'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMrCyJ8guI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZF72di_ba0k/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-631779321050190238</id><published>2009-05-31T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:30:23.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMgvw-sPrI/AAAAAAAAAUw/l3SxcxJIdR4/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMgvw-sPrI/AAAAAAAAAUw/l3SxcxJIdR4/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342149587965329074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMgvfFqtwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/rgZisHrYlII/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMgvfFqtwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/rgZisHrYlII/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342149583162750722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family shots with our little graduate!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-631779321050190238?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/631779321050190238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=631779321050190238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/631779321050190238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/631779321050190238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-shots-with-our-little-graduate.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMgvw-sPrI/AAAAAAAAAUw/l3SxcxJIdR4/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-5554999754947638189</id><published>2009-05-31T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:26:29.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMfbOG5xtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/BBEqLJR22XQ/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMfbOG5xtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/BBEqLJR22XQ/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342148135495517906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMfazjdZYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5yrMC2_BnYo/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMfazjdZYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5yrMC2_BnYo/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342148128367535490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and Jackson. These two have been together since they were 8 weeks old.  Luckily they will go to Kindergarten together too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and her friend Olivia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-5554999754947638189?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/5554999754947638189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=5554999754947638189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/5554999754947638189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/5554999754947638189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/05/chloe-and-jackson.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMfbOG5xtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/BBEqLJR22XQ/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-6601139668281565348</id><published>2009-05-31T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:15:49.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMdceWngbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/I3sa0yGwOtQ/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMdceWngbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/I3sa0yGwOtQ/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342145958013010354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for her pre-k graduation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-6601139668281565348?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/6601139668281565348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=6601139668281565348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/6601139668281565348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/6601139668281565348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-ready-for-her-pre-k-graduation.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SiMdceWngbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/I3sa0yGwOtQ/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-8225043881418155034</id><published>2009-05-24T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:53:12.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Ball Days are the Funnest Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn3F79FksI/AAAAAAAAATw/0rwiF0OjSp4/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn3F79FksI/AAAAAAAAATw/0rwiF0OjSp4/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339570514589749954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn3FpdemyI/AAAAAAAAATo/NnhEdgYprUI/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn3FpdemyI/AAAAAAAAATo/NnhEdgYprUI/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339570509625334562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn3FdK0EmI/AAAAAAAAATg/zWUpskOqy0c/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn3FdK0EmI/AAAAAAAAATg/zWUpskOqy0c/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339570506325824098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn0yrukWmI/AAAAAAAAATY/A94xeHv5Kw4/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn0yrukWmI/AAAAAAAAATY/A94xeHv5Kw4/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339567984793115234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn0yjJ9qDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/s1Z9xrN_NCI/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn0yjJ9qDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/s1Z9xrN_NCI/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339567982492100658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn0yRPciiI/AAAAAAAAATI/H6BS3XTIuTA/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn0yRPciiI/AAAAAAAAATI/H6BS3XTIuTA/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339567977683257890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn0yBBhv-I/AAAAAAAAATA/cISa4UHOyjQ/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn0yBBhv-I/AAAAAAAAATA/cISa4UHOyjQ/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339567973329911778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn0x68cZsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/gq6Jf41Im60/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn0x68cZsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/gq6Jf41Im60/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339567971697977026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE Chloe's t-ball team this year! We are friends with almost everyone, and it is super fun and cute to watch the girls play!! Almost every girl on the team has a younger sister, except there is one little boy (poor guy). Emma is the best babysitter with the little ones!  The little sis's are just as fun to watch. They are our "Dugout Managers". They make sure everything in the dugout is where it needs to be. They keep the line-up going, fight over toys, eat dirt, and food. Major important stuff!! If there is a helmet, ball, bat, glove, or drink missing, you can almost always find it with a little sister.. Check out Chloe's biggest fan with the helmet on the "cool" way. I am sad that the season will be over in a couple of weeks, but can't wait till next seaason!! Go Rascals!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-8225043881418155034?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/8225043881418155034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=8225043881418155034' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/8225043881418155034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/8225043881418155034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-ball-days-are-funnest-days.html' title='T-Ball Days are the Funnest Days'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Shn3F79FksI/AAAAAAAAATw/0rwiF0OjSp4/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-6126212730150118413</id><published>2009-05-06T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:46:00.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I like being Chloe and Berkley's Mommy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SgJJXHHOL6I/AAAAAAAAASY/HnEul7rq2IQ/s1600-h/310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SgJJXHHOL6I/AAAAAAAAASY/HnEul7rq2IQ/s320/310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332905570155245474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SgJJW4OzvyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ri__m6vyoYU/s1600-h/303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SgJJW4OzvyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ri__m6vyoYU/s320/303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332905566160535330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SgJJWmZJ0hI/AAAAAAAAASI/CBYm9uI7tv8/s1600-h/309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SgJJWmZJ0hI/AAAAAAAAASI/CBYm9uI7tv8/s320/309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332905561372086802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the bestest, funniest, cutest, craziest, sweetest, messiest, and smartest thing I ever done. My girls and I were chatting about Mother's Day coming up, and Chloe starts with the 23 questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you and all the mommies going to have a party with cake?? Now you may be on to something there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to tell me and Berkley you love us like a hundred times...we get it you loves us Mommy!! That makes me love you even more....ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be a mommy so I can have a Mother's Day?? In about 32 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can me, Daddy, and Berkley get you lots of presents?? If you insist!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the kids that don't have Mommies?? We pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many days till my birthday?? 38 after Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy teachers are our mommies at school aren't they?? Right on there smarty pants!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy do you love your Mommy?? Very much so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy I know Berkley loves you cuz she yells your name really loud when she sees you!! Tru Dat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy I am glad Jesus picked you to be mine and Berkley's Mommy...Not as glad as Mommy is!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are a mommy to wild kids, calm kids, furry kids, have hubbys that are kids, my teacher pals that are mommies to 15-30 kiddos everyday I wish you all a Happy Freakin Mother's Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-6126212730150118413?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/6126212730150118413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=6126212730150118413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/6126212730150118413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/6126212730150118413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-like-being-chloe-and-berkleys.html' title='Why I like being Chloe and Berkley&apos;s Mommy...'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SgJJXHHOL6I/AAAAAAAAASY/HnEul7rq2IQ/s72-c/310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-1909585663416007574</id><published>2009-04-05T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:15:42.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got a SCARY DDDDDDora!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SdljkiduKSI/AAAAAAAAASA/h1dfLNMpQ8E/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SdljkiduKSI/AAAAAAAAASA/h1dfLNMpQ8E/s320/131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321393914092857634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SdljklM5yEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/cbODa8pLwrg/s1600-h/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SdljklM5yEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/cbODa8pLwrg/s320/167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321393914827622466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SdljkTOXfEI/AAAAAAAAARw/p7P4d2o-w1c/s1600-h/171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SdljkTOXfEI/AAAAAAAAARw/p7P4d2o-w1c/s320/171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321393910001925186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SdljkEh8f_I/AAAAAAAAARo/2ceDgmjqKas/s1600-h/169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SdljkEh8f_I/AAAAAAAAARo/2ceDgmjqKas/s320/169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321393906057510898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sdljjrs_jDI/AAAAAAAAARg/qGGlpQYsRBE/s1600-h/172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/Sdljjrs_jDI/AAAAAAAAARg/qGGlpQYsRBE/s320/172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321393899392961586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than her Daddy Berkleys' favorite person these days is Dora. Whenever the show is on she is in a trance the whole time watching it. She never takes her eyes off of it! If she hears the theme song she will freeze and take off running to see it. It is really cute! So the girls come back from Aunt Rachel house with the biggest Dora I have ever seen!! It is bigger than Berkley, and almost weighs more than Chloe! It is very creepy looking...you push her hands and she says all kinds of things. So anytime we want to here Dora's high pitched, sweet, annoying voice, it is only a push on the hand away.  Berkley thinks it is the best thing ever!! She goes up to it all of the time and gives her hugs and kisses. Whenever I see it I am thinking we have another kid in the house I forgot about! It freaks me out in the dark...I am afraid she is going to start talking to me in Spanish and it won't be nice things!! I am thinking about calling "Swiper the Fox" and seeing if he can come swipe it away.... Awww Man!!!  Thanks Aunt Rachel!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-1909585663416007574?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/1909585663416007574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=1909585663416007574' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/1909585663416007574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/1909585663416007574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-got-scary-dddddora.html' title='We got a SCARY DDDDDDora!!'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SdljkiduKSI/AAAAAAAAASA/h1dfLNMpQ8E/s72-c/131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-3057364809318575889</id><published>2009-03-23T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:19:22.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we hope to accomplish over Spring Break</title><content type='html'>**CAUTION..Some things may appear more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take Nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eat a lot of Junk Food containing sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss Berkley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss Chloe (she will try and fight it but she will get over it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take Nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hang out with gal pals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take Nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eat at Upper Crust at least 3 times &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hug Chloe (she will act weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hug Berkley (she can't enough lovins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eat more junk food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shop (need to purchase Easter dresses for sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do moderate cleaning....ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bunco at Barrett's casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take Nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Play silly with the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get a pedi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Harass Daddy at work and tell him how much fun we are having!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lay on Couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Play outside (weather permitting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss Chloe (you know what she will do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss Berkley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take Nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got lots to do!  Hope we can fit it all in this week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-3057364809318575889?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/3057364809318575889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=3057364809318575889' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3057364809318575889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3057364809318575889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-we-hope-to-accomplish-over.html' title='Things we hope to accomplish over Spring Break'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-6029480914325773712</id><published>2009-03-02T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:33:01.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SayWnNQeozI/AAAAAAAAARY/ftmcKY59HCs/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SayWnNQeozI/AAAAAAAAARY/ftmcKY59HCs/s320/050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308783661080814386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SayWmz-6LMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/rVr8eBNLB3w/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SayWmz-6LMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/rVr8eBNLB3w/s320/048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308783654296235202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SayWmpg_ALI/AAAAAAAAARI/ONbzwEOLA_Y/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SayWmpg_ALI/AAAAAAAAARI/ONbzwEOLA_Y/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308783651486367922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SayWmOdjiSI/AAAAAAAAARA/wQcdOEuDFOY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SayWmOdjiSI/AAAAAAAAARA/wQcdOEuDFOY/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308783644224227618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SayWl-hUnvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bP-0stprync/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SayWl-hUnvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bP-0stprync/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308783639945060082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pics just make me feel warm and fuzzy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-6029480914325773712?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/6029480914325773712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=6029480914325773712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/6029480914325773712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/6029480914325773712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-stuff.html' title='Funny Stuff'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SayWnNQeozI/AAAAAAAAARY/ftmcKY59HCs/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-5087057605442467192</id><published>2009-03-02T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:34:29.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me Mr. President,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SayStiQSGmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oBSFJBQgbDE/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SayStiQSGmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oBSFJBQgbDE/s320/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308779371749841506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few weeks ago I picked Chloe up from school and we were talking about her day. Out of the blue this is what she stars asking me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Mommy do you know what I want for Presidents Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (thinking to myself when did we start exchanging gifts for this day?) No Chloe what do you want for Presidents Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Well, I would like for Barack Obama, Sasha, and Malia to come to our house and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Sweetie I think that he is too busy working in Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Do you think you could call him when we get home and ask him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: I don't have his number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Well, he still has his blackberry I heard them say that on tv.  Call him at the White House and see if he wants to come to Jonesboro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (Oh, a little freaked out at this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explain to her and tell her that I do not know President Obama well enough to call him, but I told her we would write him a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that evening I heard the tv on in the kitchen. I just assumed that Chloe had turned on the tv to Disney or Nickelodeon. She had been watching it for awhile so I went to see what she had on... She was watching MSNBC?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: What are you watching??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Barack Obama is on this station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Have you been watching this very long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Yea, I am waiting for him to come back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Ok, Chloe whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later we come home and Chloe wants to watch YouTube. She wanted to watch Barack Obama, so we put it on a clip of him and his girls. I figure after about 10 minutes she wants to watch something else. I go and find her watching President Obama's speech the night of the election . She watched it 3 times! Later that night I ask her what she got out of the speech... She thinks for a second and she says CHANGE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Daddy is not very happy with this new interest. He voted for the other guy. We now have to watch all his speeches, and anything else that pertains to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-5087057605442467192?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/5087057605442467192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=5087057605442467192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/5087057605442467192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/5087057605442467192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/03/excuse-me-mr-president.html' title='Excuse me Mr. President,'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SayStiQSGmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oBSFJBQgbDE/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-5927093661401893281</id><published>2009-01-03T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:40:42.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Great Christmas Break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SWAlS0LbkmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_-vq9XZhaj8/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SWAlS0LbkmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_-vq9XZhaj8/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287266967707423330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SWAiWR9ZdbI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7Np2JP1JlLI/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SWAiWR9ZdbI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7Np2JP1JlLI/s320/104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287263728706352562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SWAiVzthBtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ppRc9IZwKJQ/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SWAiVzthBtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ppRc9IZwKJQ/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287263720586675922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SWAiVMxjTjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YSnuyBsf_DE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SWAiVMxjTjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YSnuyBsf_DE/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287263710134619698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SWAiU8TruKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HymtYVy7XRs/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SWAiU8TruKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HymtYVy7XRs/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287263705714374818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SWAiUCbEFXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/J-rx6i6H4Yc/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SWAiUCbEFXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/J-rx6i6H4Yc/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287263690176075122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we knew it had to happen eventually.... that date I never liked hearing or never thought would actually get here. Monday January 5th...here we go again...ugh. Oh how we will miss those lazy days of staying in our PJs all day..loungin around doing a whole lot of nothin...staying up late..sleeping in (I will be in shock Sunday when I have to get up for church) This has been a great long break, and thankfully we have all been healthy and really enjoyed it. I am hoping we get a snow day around February, and then before you know it its Spring Break, and after that its all downhill from there. So if we look REALLY REALLY hard you can see those May flowers blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will miss bloggin and facebookin everyday just for funsies(stole that word from Danna) and reading all my buds posts and walls. Chloe can't wait to go back to school. She has been ready to go back right after Christmas was over..What is up with that?? You would rather be at school than home?? Makes me feel special!! I am thankful I have a job that I love otherwise Monday would be just too much to bear, so all of you starting back Monday my heart is heavy with you...boohoo!! I have nothing more positive to say or add..I am going to go fake cry now :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-5927093661401893281?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/5927093661401893281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=5927093661401893281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/5927093661401893281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/5927093661401893281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/01/farewell-great-christmas-break.html' title='Farewell Great Christmas Break...'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SWAlS0LbkmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_-vq9XZhaj8/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-6671447996905642654</id><published>2009-01-02T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:01:25.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness with ATTITUDE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SV5g6-Wo4xI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zNhy1Hz8EjU/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SV5g6-Wo4xI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zNhy1Hz8EjU/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286769578866172690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SV5g6oi_RKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QAADZrkEREI/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SV5g6oi_RKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QAADZrkEREI/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286769573012391074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you in my blogger world know these three little cuties, but in case you don't pictured is Eva Grace(wonder who made her shirt?)Avery, and Chloe. These three girlies are one of a kind. I could write a book on all of them! When they are together it is quite a show. The night these pics were taken everyone in Wal-Mart knew they were there. One minute they are loving all over each other. The next minute it is a WWE wrestling match, and they are tearing into each other. You might think the moms break up the fight, but most of the time we just sit back, laugh, and watch the show, and then after the match is over they are back to being BFFs. Most of the local restaurants know us when we arrive (not sure if there excited or scared when they see us coming). Some of the girls most favorite places are Chick-fil-a (remember the screaming day there Barrett??), Coltons (our summer fav..remember the dingy Waiter we always got Erica??), Salsa's(the Barrett family should own stock in that place), and Upper Crust (they hang out at the bar there,and flirt with the cute Waiter Kyle..I think he thought the moms had a thang for him. He was so nice and patient with them) These three darlings are very much alike, but are also very different. They are very headstrong, spunky, funny, lovable, sweet, smart, sassy, independent, and cute girlies. Look out Kindergarten teachers!! They are coming to your schools soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-6671447996905642654?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/6671447996905642654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=6671447996905642654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/6671447996905642654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/6671447996905642654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2009/01/cuteness-with-attitude.html' title='Cuteness with ATTITUDE!'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SV5g6-Wo4xI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zNhy1Hz8EjU/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-1342634058497042323</id><published>2008-12-30T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:27:10.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SVrkQW0_CzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bujKaRSlWWc/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SVrkQW0_CzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bujKaRSlWWc/s320/094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285788082329553714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SVrkQDkn0sI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-VLV-rm1-Z4/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SVrkQDkn0sI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-VLV-rm1-Z4/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285788077160649410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone had a wonderful Christmas!! The Reed family certainly did! The girls got lots of stuff, and we have no room for it. No one was sick (which is unusual because normally one of the kiddos is). So Christmas evening we were coming home from a very long day in K'town Missouri. We were all very tired. I had figured the girls had zonked out because they were very quiet. About the time I looked back to check on them I saw Berkley looking for Chloe and reaching her hand out for her. Chloe very gently grabbed her little hand and held onto it the rest of the way home. You could tell Berkley was content holding her sisters hand. I saw Chloe rubbing her little fingers. I did not take a picture of it because I was afraid they would stop. We weren't doing much talking and for some reason the radio was very low, but I could hear Silent Night playing softly. I said a small prayer, and was so thankful for this sweet simple moment. It made my Christmas very happy and fulfilling. It was a perfect way to end our Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-1342634058497042323?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/1342634058497042323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=1342634058497042323' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/1342634058497042323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/1342634058497042323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-christmas-memory.html' title='My Christmas Joy.'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SVrkQW0_CzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bujKaRSlWWc/s72-c/094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-7820852151372890630</id><published>2008-12-20T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:29:48.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party like a Christmas Star!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2W3-ZKrYI/AAAAAAAAAOs/q2yNvKMsFZ8/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2W3-ZKrYI/AAAAAAAAAOs/q2yNvKMsFZ8/s320/073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282043826360987010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2W3j5IRqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BRQzMmrJEoc/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2W3j5IRqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BRQzMmrJEoc/s320/070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282043819247290018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2W3eFwBsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Kzjd5cX70fg/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2W3eFwBsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Kzjd5cX70fg/s320/064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282043817689614018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2W24lE2XI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VgT3Y4Iq5u4/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2W24lE2XI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VgT3Y4Iq5u4/s320/062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282043807620454770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2W2kw3COI/AAAAAAAAAOM/AMsDPrwmsX0/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2W2kw3COI/AAAAAAAAAOM/AMsDPrwmsX0/s320/053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282043802301171938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe's school party was this past Thursday. She had the best time! She got to be Santa's helper and sit beside him, and hand him candy to give to all the students. She was so excited! She tried to act real cool like it was no big deal. Her teacher and I were cracking up because you could tell she was beside herself with happiness. The kids were all high off all the sugar that had put in their little bodies, running around everywhere acting like little sugar junkies. It was quite a site to see! Her buddy Jackson (the red head boy in the pic)got her a Hannah Montanna Build a Bear doll, and oh my goodness Chloe was beyond excitement. Now the bear goes everywhere she goes.. her room, the bathroom, the bed, the car, and anywhere else she is. If Berkley goes near it she STROKES out! I like to mess with her and hide it when she's not looking, or put it in Berkley's room.  Just little mind games mom likes to play :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-7820852151372890630?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/7820852151372890630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=7820852151372890630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/7820852151372890630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/7820852151372890630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/12/party-like-christmas-star.html' title='Party like a Christmas Star!'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2W3-ZKrYI/AAAAAAAAAOs/q2yNvKMsFZ8/s72-c/073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-5646732176908361068</id><published>2008-12-20T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:00:13.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Elves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2TnijkdPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fnKkczF2oTI/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2TnijkdPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fnKkczF2oTI/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282040245475636466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2TlQjvZtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AS5sG-F0W1U/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2TlQjvZtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AS5sG-F0W1U/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282040206284777170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2TlMMa_6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/QdpPadaPPUA/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2TlMMa_6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/QdpPadaPPUA/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282040205113229218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2TkthSEyI/AAAAAAAAANs/_CcTiUmsyOM/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2TkthSEyI/AAAAAAAAANs/_CcTiUmsyOM/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282040196879225634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2TkSMh6GI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZRXbBOzkGRY/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2TkSMh6GI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZRXbBOzkGRY/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282040189544425570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how we love this time of year! Any reason for a cute photo shoot! Just too sweet not to show off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-5646732176908361068?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/5646732176908361068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=5646732176908361068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/5646732176908361068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/5646732176908361068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/12/santas-elves.html' title='Santa&apos;s Elves'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SU2TnijkdPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fnKkczF2oTI/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-2695083228670250676</id><published>2008-11-15T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:11:12.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Erica!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SR-cPtzHIYI/AAAAAAAAANc/6rKh8p_WNZ0/s1600-h/CIMG2086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SR-cPtzHIYI/AAAAAAAAANc/6rKh8p_WNZ0/s320/CIMG2086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269101882852712834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SR-cPanDWcI/AAAAAAAAANU/S12T4uWc3p0/s1600-h/CIMG2085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SR-cPanDWcI/AAAAAAAAANU/S12T4uWc3p0/s320/CIMG2085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269101877701859778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SR-cOw2tHRI/AAAAAAAAANM/0T_nvSjW9Ww/s1600-h/CIMG2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SR-cOw2tHRI/AAAAAAAAANM/0T_nvSjW9Ww/s320/CIMG2084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269101866493222162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our awesome friend Erica turned 35 this past week. Last Saturday we surprised her with a lil birthday bash at Fuji. Thanks to her hubby Joe we pulled the surprise off. Everything was great...great food (me love some Fuji).. great gals (love hangin with my girls!)... great time!! Happy Birthday Erica!! You are one fabulous, funny, hot mama!! BTW she is 32 not 35...oops :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-2695083228670250676?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/2695083228670250676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=2695083228670250676' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/2695083228670250676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/2695083228670250676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-erica.html' title='Happy Birthday Erica!!'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SR-cPtzHIYI/AAAAAAAAANc/6rKh8p_WNZ0/s72-c/CIMG2086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-4432210109315145717</id><published>2008-10-11T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:04:34.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweetness of my girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SPEwSWVQ3KI/AAAAAAAAANE/WxUwYh_r3Ck/s1600-h/CIMG2048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SPEwSWVQ3KI/AAAAAAAAANE/WxUwYh_r3Ck/s320/CIMG2048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256035331908623522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost our sweet dog Bosco about 2 1/2 years ago. He was the first dog that Judd and I got before we were even married. Chloe remembers this happening, because she will ask about him often. Last week we were eating breakfast, and she starting asking about him. Chloe-"Mommy did the angels fly Bosco up to heaven"? Mommy- "Yes, sweetie I believe they did." Chloe- "Mommy will Jesus and the angels make sure he does not fall out of the sky?" Mommy- "Chloe everyone that is in heaven are taking extra special care of Bosco!" Chloe- "I really miss Bosco..I want him to come back down from heaven and come back to our house." Mommy- "I miss him too, but Jesus was ready for him to come to Heaven, and leave earth." Chloe- "Hey I have an idea, lets pray to Jesus that he will let Bosco come back down to see us, and when he does our family will stand outside and catch him with a blanket, so he does not fall and bump his head when he comes down from Heaven!" So we stop eating and said this sweet, precious, innocent prayer.  Berkley was clapping the whole time we were talking about this.  I am sure she was happy we were eating, and we were all together!!  My sweet girls!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-4432210109315145717?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/4432210109315145717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=4432210109315145717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/4432210109315145717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/4432210109315145717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweetness-of-my-girls.html' title='The sweetness of my girls'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SPEwSWVQ3KI/AAAAAAAAANE/WxUwYh_r3Ck/s72-c/CIMG2048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-4066364419620156025</id><published>2008-09-21T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:04:18.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe's Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SNb5GnEEItI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VZXu81UYixo/s1600-h/Our+girls+223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SNb5GnEEItI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VZXu81UYixo/s320/Our+girls+223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248656307707454162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the older that Berkley gets the more of a daddy's girl she is. We call her his shadow. It is really sickening! She has total meltdowns whenever he leaves a room or closes a door. A few weeks ago out of nowhere Chloe came up to me and said (picture 4 year old spunky girl with hand on her hip trying to act like she is 15) "Um Mommy how come Berkley like never cries whenever you leave the room or closes the door??" My reply to this precious darling(GRIT MY TEETH AND BITING MY TONGUE!!).."Well Chloe sometimes she does get upset if I leave her." Chloe's reply "Only if daddy is not here." What a precious child she is blossoming in to (GRITTING MY TEETH HARDER!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-4066364419620156025?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/4066364419620156025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=4066364419620156025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/4066364419620156025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/4066364419620156025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/09/chloes-perspective.html' title='Chloe&apos;s Perspective'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SNb5GnEEItI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VZXu81UYixo/s72-c/Our+girls+223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-4729704804137938518</id><published>2008-09-13T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:52:42.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do they work so hard, and still look soo good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SMxz6vi5g0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0CnaRXrwmaQ/s1600-h/chloe+and+berkley+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SMxz6vi5g0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0CnaRXrwmaQ/s320/chloe+and+berkley+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245695119012234050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SMxz62MGhFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/X32byggncgQ/s1600-h/chloe+and+berkley+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SMxz62MGhFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/X32byggncgQ/s320/chloe+and+berkley+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245695120795665490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SMxz7MQAaGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6qRWvny1RUk/s1600-h/CIMG2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SMxz7MQAaGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6qRWvny1RUk/s320/CIMG2006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245695126717622370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SMxz7TCLWJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uWRgEUuHsrU/s1600-h/CIMG2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SMxz7TCLWJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uWRgEUuHsrU/s320/CIMG2007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245695128538667154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SMxz7t4vKRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rL6FnTjjCIE/s1600-h/Our+girls+219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SMxz7t4vKRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rL6FnTjjCIE/s320/Our+girls+219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245695135746828562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was wishful thinking that we were only going to be in school for about a month, and then it would be summer break again..ha! Both girlies are in different places this year. This is the first year that they have not been with me at school. It has been quite an adjustment for moms! Chloe is at University Heights Pre-K. She LOVES it!! She loves everything about school, her teachers, her friends, eating in the cafeteria, and anything else. Several of her friends go to school there too, so she loves seeing them, and she can't wait to tell me she saw them. Berkley is staying at Mrs. Dena's house. She has 2 other kiddos the same age as her. She loves it now, but the first 2 weeks were rough on her....lots of tears shed, but it is all good now. I love fall! I love all the activities that are coming up..the Fair, Halloween, Fall Festivals, Basketball, Thanksgiving, and the ole fat man in the red suit hopefully will visit our house. I hope all of you in blogger land are having a groovy fall, and those of you that work in the public school system I hope your school year is going well.  As you can see in the pics we are starting Berkley out early on household chores.  She does very well, and does not complain when she has to do it.  Chloe works hard at keeping her self looking fab! She has invested in Hannah Montanna make-up, and anything else related to Ms. Cyrus.  Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-4729704804137938518?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/4729704804137938518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=4729704804137938518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/4729704804137938518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/4729704804137938518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-do-they-work-so-hard-and-still-look.html' title='How do they work so hard, and still look soo good?'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SMxz6vi5g0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0CnaRXrwmaQ/s72-c/chloe+and+berkley+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-3733917025065253394</id><published>2008-08-16T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:58:22.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin with the Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SLIdZuUFpzI/AAAAAAAAALw/XbVeCUMQte4/s1600-h/Our+girls+213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SLIdZuUFpzI/AAAAAAAAALw/XbVeCUMQte4/s320/Our+girls+213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238281644351530802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SLIdZyqqeLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2bLAwJeBWhs/s1600-h/Our+girls+218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SLIdZyqqeLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2bLAwJeBWhs/s320/Our+girls+218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238281645519960242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SLIdaN0kg6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/BgPPcWYdEDc/s1600-h/chloe+and+berkley+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SLIdaN0kg6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/BgPPcWYdEDc/s320/chloe+and+berkley+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238281652809270178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SLIdaYS15PI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u1dtkztv9dI/s1600-h/chloe+and+berkley+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SLIdaYS15PI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u1dtkztv9dI/s320/chloe+and+berkley+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238281655620592882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe first started daycare/school when she was 8 weeks old. For the first year she was the only girl in her class. There she was surrounded by 4 little boys. If you worried about her holding on her own with the boys..never fear she did. As the years went on 2 of the boys went to different schools, except for two of them Jackson and Atlas. These three amigos have never been apart. The three of them have been to each others birthday parties, been to each other houses to play. Whenever one of them was sick, you could bet the other two would be next...that would always happen! They all three even had the same surgery around the same time for their ears. Jackson and Atlas have always been soo sweet to Chloe. This past school year was the last that the kiddos would all be at the same school,that they started when they were babies. They will all be in a new school this year. Chloe and Jackson will still be together (it will a hard time separating those two) We are sad to say that Atlas and his family are moving to Mountain Home. We will miss him very much! We hope to keep in touch. A few weeks ago Chloe and the boys got together one last time to play at Atlas's house for his birthday. It was a very fun and sad time. We are just thankful for all the fun times they have had the past 4 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-3733917025065253394?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/3733917025065253394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=3733917025065253394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3733917025065253394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3733917025065253394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/08/hangin-with-boys.html' title='Hangin with the Boys'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SLIdZuUFpzI/AAAAAAAAALw/XbVeCUMQte4/s72-c/Our+girls+213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-3471370881749683107</id><published>2008-08-06T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:27:31.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stylin Gals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJpADrqkRHI/AAAAAAAAALE/LcbNppqJeuM/s1600-h/Our+girls+198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJpADrqkRHI/AAAAAAAAALE/LcbNppqJeuM/s320/Our+girls+198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231564349149299826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJpAEFntRDI/AAAAAAAAALM/XyCmQRXvK4o/s1600-h/Our+girls+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJpAEFntRDI/AAAAAAAAALM/XyCmQRXvK4o/s320/Our+girls+202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231564356116628530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJpAEhk3UWI/AAAAAAAAALU/OiKXXiCuA5c/s1600-h/Our+girls+203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJpAEhk3UWI/AAAAAAAAALU/OiKXXiCuA5c/s320/Our+girls+203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231564363620897122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJpAGTfb4MI/AAAAAAAAALc/5LmqsHksKZA/s1600-h/Our+girls+204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJpAGTfb4MI/AAAAAAAAALc/5LmqsHksKZA/s320/Our+girls+204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231564394199769282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJo_V6HIZTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Wv0FREnW8E8/s1600-h/Our+girls+200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJo_V6HIZTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Wv0FREnW8E8/s320/Our+girls+200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231563562753221938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a year old now, so we figured it was time for Berkley's first haircut. Her hair was beginning to get in her eyes, so we called up our girl Lora and made an appointment for all three of us. Chloe informed me of the order the haircuts would take place. Berkley would be first, then mommy, then her. I was not sure how lil sis would do, or how long she would sit still. She did very well, and almost made it to  the end. Her new do looks swell, and Lora told me she will have thicker hair than Chloe. I am so glad the girls did not get hair like mine. It is straight as a board, and fine...it is not fun at all to manage. Unfortunately, there was no time to get a pic of mommy gettin her haircut(darn maybe next time) but we did get some of the girlies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this has absolutely nothing to do with haircuts or anything even closely related, but I have to tell this new thing I have discovered. Everyone knows about our new dog Wanda, and all that. I am starting to think that Reese now thinks he is a girl dog. He rarely hikes his leg anymore, he always squats just like her, and I am tellin ya he used to raise it on anything standing still. Should I be worried?? Or is this just like most men, and the poor thing can't think for himself now that a woman of his breed is in the house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-3471370881749683107?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/3471370881749683107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=3471370881749683107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3471370881749683107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3471370881749683107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/08/stylin-gals.html' title='Stylin Gals'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJpADrqkRHI/AAAAAAAAALE/LcbNppqJeuM/s72-c/Our+girls+198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-5650021305067999804</id><published>2008-08-03T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T10:31:32.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS 2008 Over and Out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJXqxZ-9_WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/55AoBslFvRo/s1600-h/CIMG1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJXqxZ-9_WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/55AoBslFvRo/s320/CIMG1959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230344676770184546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJXqxpl4HpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZdX_4HEDWkQ/s1600-h/CIMG1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJXqxpl4HpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZdX_4HEDWkQ/s320/CIMG1961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230344680959909522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJXqyO9EdxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SYDO1SLaUJc/s1600-h/CIMG1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJXqyO9EdxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SYDO1SLaUJc/s320/CIMG1963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230344690989299474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJXqyl7k2kI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vs0yWWbiiDU/s1600-h/CIMG1970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJXqyl7k2kI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vs0yWWbiiDU/s320/CIMG1970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230344697157048898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJXqyxPlVwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bYlmzVx3bVI/s1600-h/CIMG1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJXqyxPlVwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bYlmzVx3bVI/s320/CIMG1947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230344700193756930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrapped up our VBS Friday night. We all had a great time at VBS this year! I think the adults had just has much fun as the kiddos did. Erica and I had the 5 &amp; 6 year old youngsters. They were a great group! Chloe loved VBS! She did so good! She really came out of her shell this past week. One night Amy B was asking all the kids a question about what they all were learning, and to my surprise I looked over and Chloe has her hand up to answer the question. This is so not typical Chloe behavior. She does not like any attention on her, and clams up in front of any audience. So I was stunned the hand was up! Amy called on her and feared she would be mortified by it, but she just answered real softly. She even performed the song and dance moves on family night. So, needless to say we were very shocked and happy at how well she did at VBS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-5650021305067999804?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/5650021305067999804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=5650021305067999804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/5650021305067999804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/5650021305067999804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/08/vbs-2008-over-and-out.html' title='VBS 2008 Over and Out!!'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SJXqxZ-9_WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/55AoBslFvRo/s72-c/CIMG1959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-1098392000201654223</id><published>2008-07-27T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:56:27.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sisters new Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0zamLBGrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mN2cwy0IUvU/s1600-h/averychloe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0zamLBGrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mN2cwy0IUvU/s320/averychloe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227891274463386290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery being so sweet and letting Chloe drive her jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0zbMUHrwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JJLOEuP1VHA/s1600-h/CIMG1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0zbMUHrwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JJLOEuP1VHA/s320/CIMG1937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227891284702113538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Berkley is telling her to push the gas and lets go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0yrNomw5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/B9htCYwWs7U/s1600-h/CIMG1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0yrNomw5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/B9htCYwWs7U/s320/CIMG1940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227890460422751122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool are we mom???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems like forever that Chloe Bug has so badly wanted a princess/barbie jeep. Her friends Avery and Taylor have one, and every time she is at either girls house she usually stays on their jeep the entire time. Sadie has an old one that she has told us we could have. I guess we are all just lazy and did not want to get it for her (bad parents). Chloe and Daddy took a road trip Saturday to the bootheel of Missouri to help my grandma set up her new tv and stand, so after they finished with that they went up the road a little farther to Piggott and FINALLY got the barbie jeep. Chloe is so pumped that she has her very own jeep to ride...lil sis is excited too she loves to be her passenger. She gets irritated when she has to get off. The jeep needs a good detail job, and daddy is going to get some seat belts. The girls were riding this afternoon and big sis took a sharp right and lil sis came rollin out. It was quite a funny scene (she rolled on grass and there were no tears) if it had been on the driveway, it would have been a blood and tears scene. Chloe is very happy to have her own barbie jeep. Mommy and Daddy are happy the jeep was free! Thanks Sadie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-1098392000201654223?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/1098392000201654223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=1098392000201654223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/1098392000201654223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/1098392000201654223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-sisters-new-ride.html' title='Big Sisters new Ride'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0zamLBGrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mN2cwy0IUvU/s72-c/averychloe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-1986435044057143284</id><published>2008-07-27T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:33:10.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin ready for VBS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0upxs0dXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5v2bAFJfMYo/s1600-h/CIMG1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0upxs0dXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5v2bAFJfMYo/s320/CIMG1946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227886037697852786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0uSb9AylI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xxww8NFSyyo/s1600-h/CIMG1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0uSb9AylI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xxww8NFSyyo/s320/CIMG1945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227885636723198546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0tmJQJjaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/19-199pUAns/s1600-h/CIMG1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0tmJQJjaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/19-199pUAns/s320/CIMG1942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227884875788946850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0scH4MfvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/a_QVYAy5yqI/s1600-h/CIMG1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0scH4MfvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/a_QVYAy5yqI/s320/CIMG1943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227883604109721330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church's VBS starts Monday night and goes until Friday. We are very excited about VBS. I think I am just as excited as Chloe is! She has the best teachers, and several of her friends are in class with her too. We have been working on VBS for the past two Thursdays, and then tonight we got to decorate our rooms. I am assisting Erica this year, and I think we are going to have a great time! Chloe was very excited that she got to see Eva Grace tonight. The whole Barrett family has been ill over the past month it seems like. Chloe has really missed Eva Grave, and was very happy she was at church. The whole crew had fun decorating and hanging out with friends. More bible school pics to come later this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-1986435044057143284?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/1986435044057143284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=1986435044057143284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/1986435044057143284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/1986435044057143284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/07/gettin-ready-for-vbs.html' title='Gettin ready for VBS....'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SI0upxs0dXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5v2bAFJfMYo/s72-c/CIMG1946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-8610899234996950182</id><published>2008-07-16T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:35:57.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Berkley!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SID6ixjnJUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0DChqYRx23k/s1600-h/CIMG1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SID6ixjnJUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0DChqYRx23k/s320/CIMG1894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224451043074975042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SID6jAtatlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pAU2M2zfzPw/s1600-h/47b8df25b3127cce98548f42b30f00000017119BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SID6jAtatlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pAU2M2zfzPw/s320/47b8df25b3127cce98548f42b30f00000017119BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224451047142635090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SID6jH8qA1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/iS2qbyU36E4/s1600-h/47b7cf07b3127cce98548f59745000000017119BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SID6jH8qA1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/iS2qbyU36E4/s320/47b7cf07b3127cce98548f59745000000017119BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224451049085600594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SID6jSy5fRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RTH0Tbz7rKE/s1600-h/47b7d709b3127cce98548f55453400000017109BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SID6jSy5fRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RTH0Tbz7rKE/s320/47b7d709b3127cce98548f55453400000017109BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224451051997461778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SID6jsyYDOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rwdTzq5CAOI/s1600-h/47b8da03b3127cce98548f334ce200000017109BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SID6jsyYDOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rwdTzq5CAOI/s320/47b8da03b3127cce98548f334ce200000017109BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224451058974592226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Berkley was 1 year old this past Wednesday..boohoo. She had a great birthday! She was very happy on her big day, but that is no different from any other day. We had a little family party on her b-day with my fam..then we are doing daddy's fam on Sunday. This past year has went by so fast (I know I say that all the time, but it has). I thought in honor of our girl's big day I would mention some funny, weird, cute, sweet, unique, happy, and other things about her that make her so special. Alright lets break down those smiles. We know she smiles all of the time, but the thing is the smiles are all different, no one smile is the same. She has about 10 different smiles. Smile 1- When she first sees Chloe in the morning. I stop whatever I am doing and watch her. She begins to glow! I love it! Smile 2- When she is has been caught doing something wrong (she usually adds a pointed finger at you along with the smile) Smile 3- Before and After she is about to consume food. The girl can eat some serious grub. She gets so happy when she knows she is about to eat, and then after she has stuffed her face there is this smile of pure satisfaction for her accomplishments. Smile 4- Mischievous smile..This one is usually when she is going for something of Chloe's that she knows she will freak out about. Smile 5- When her daddy comes in the door from work. There is also bouncing and shaking involved with one. Smile 6- When someone new is holding her, she smiles when they reach for her, but as she is going to them the smile kinda has a scary look to it. Smile 7- When we sing to her..loves it, claps for us when we are done..she is probally glad it is over!! Smile 8- When she sees a little one like herself. She loves her little friends! Smile 9- When I go and wake her up even before she opens her eyes she has this sweet grin on her face. Smile 10- When she sees the camera she knows just what to do. We love all her smiles, but one must wonder does her face hurt from all those smiles??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Berkley has began this new thing, she will take food out of her mouth and offer it to you. It is usually mixed in with something of a totally different food group, but hey gotta give her props for sharing.&lt;br /&gt;- Whenever she does get fussy food always does the trick.&lt;br /&gt;- She has "mad" dancing skills. Whenever we have music on she bounces up and down.&lt;br /&gt;- I think her personality is a combination of her Aunt Rachel and my mom. They are both big smilers, and my mom is an abnormally happy and upbeat individual (a trait I obviously missed out on).&lt;br /&gt;- She has absolutely no interest in tv (her daddy thinks that is abnormal)&lt;br /&gt;- We do not recall many times when she is awake that she is still...unless she is eating.&lt;br /&gt;- She likes to empty out my underwear drawer, and scatter them among the house. &lt;br /&gt;- She loves any attention that she can get. She likes to play shy, but she eats it all up.&lt;br /&gt;- She loves to ride the 4-wheeler with her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;- For the past 364 days she has been scared to death of the vacuum. She flips out whenever I bring it out. I have to carry her, and vacuum at the same time, but for some reason on her b-day I guess miss big girl decided it was time let the fear go. She followed me around the entire time I vacuumed, and did not cry one time.&lt;br /&gt;- The trust and love between Chloe and her is so genuine! They both amaze me everyday. I hope they are always this close. I can't wait to hear all the funny, rude, and weird things they say about Judd and I.&lt;br /&gt;- She loves dog food. There is rarely a day that goes by that she is not caught with it in her mouth. Now when I catch her she just pulls it out of mouth and hands it to me. When she starts raising her leg up to urinate I will not be shocked one bit!&lt;br /&gt;- She has starting holding both her arms back when she walks real fast. It looks like she is about to take off flying, but that has not happened yet. It is so funny to see it though.&lt;br /&gt;-OMG the slobber this child produces is insane. I have never seen quite so much! You never get a dry kiss..they are always nice and juicy..which is fine with us.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this next year of Berkley's life is as great as the first one! She is such a wonderful, happy, and sweet baby girl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-8610899234996950182?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/8610899234996950182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=8610899234996950182' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/8610899234996950182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/8610899234996950182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-1st-birthday-berkley.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Berkley!!'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SID6ixjnJUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0DChqYRx23k/s72-c/CIMG1894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-419636659343252112</id><published>2008-07-15T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:30:30.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new addition to the Reeds.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SH0fJUKHyEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_FK0I_sqEq8/s1600-h/CIMG1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SH0fJUKHyEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_FK0I_sqEq8/s320/CIMG1867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223365387710089282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SH0fJ7-d22I/AAAAAAAAAIc/WHQQBcDPS8U/s1600-h/CIMG1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SH0fJ7-d22I/AAAAAAAAAIc/WHQQBcDPS8U/s320/CIMG1868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223365398398622562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SH0fKd5owSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SfCCgLJO3r8/s1600-h/CIMG1874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SH0fKd5owSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SfCCgLJO3r8/s320/CIMG1874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223365407505170722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SH0fLeLcUOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/T6k0ylm8vGo/s1600-h/CIMG1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SH0fLeLcUOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/T6k0ylm8vGo/s320/CIMG1876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223365424759722210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who thought I might be... you know the big "P" word..Shame on you!!! Over the weekend we added to our family another dog, and three fish. We already have one dog Reese a weimermaner. He looks like a small horse up to the girls. I have REALLY wanted another dog. Reese has been very lonely since we lost our Bosco a couple of years ago, and I like having 2 dogs. Judd has been very stern on not wanting another dog, but that still did not stop me from wanting one, actually it made me want one even more. I even got Chloe on the bandwagon too. She would mentioned to Daddy in her sweetest, manipulative voice "Daddy I sure wish we could have a new puppy." He seems to give in to her faster than he will me...thats a little unfair..but  Any hoo, Amy B mentioned to me that her bro Adam was looking to find a home for his dog Wanda a weimeraner(which is what I have been wanting) Adam brought Wanda over to meet Reese last week. They sniffed around on each others areas..used the bathroom everywhere the other one did, and immediately became buds. Once Judd saw Wanda he could not resist. She has fit in very well with our family. Her favorite person is Chloe (she must have heard how to get things done around here too) She is the sweetest dog, and we love that she is here with us. We are not sure if her stay here is permanent or temporarily, but we are happy that she is here. The other critters that we have are 3 goldfish. There names are Flippy, Kissy, and Orange Belly. Does not take long to figure out who named them. They seemed to have adjusted well in Chloe's room. She told me today that you have to be a very responsible person to have a pet, and she was not sure if I was ready for the fish to be in my room. She also said she would teach me how to feed the fish. One might say that our house is becoming a zoo. It was that way before all the new animals arrived, but we like to think of it as cozy...it does seemed a little cramped when we are all in the bathroom together.   Thank goodness everyone is house trained around here..well Daddy has occasional accidents, but we are working on that :-)&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-419636659343252112?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/419636659343252112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=419636659343252112' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/419636659343252112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/419636659343252112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-addition-to-reeds.html' title='A new addition to the Reeds.....'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SH0fJUKHyEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_FK0I_sqEq8/s72-c/CIMG1867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-7453500635485167181</id><published>2008-07-12T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:57:02.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berkley's 1st Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHlhRCtKa1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/c7fufyuI91M/s1600-h/CIMG1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHlhRCtKa1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/c7fufyuI91M/s320/CIMG1861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222312188324768594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHlhRW98PKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Bv1SKtbHkJ8/s1600-h/CIMG1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHlhRW98PKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Bv1SKtbHkJ8/s320/CIMG1851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222312193763851426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHlhRzN2yuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wCO9COWP0_8/s1600-h/CIMG1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHlhRzN2yuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wCO9COWP0_8/s320/CIMG1858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222312201346796258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHlhSNevH7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/jj_xMsjIdAI/s1600-h/CIMG1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHlhSNevH7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/jj_xMsjIdAI/s320/CIMG1852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222312208396918706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHlhSU9Pe0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Rz36qqcX3Hw/s1600-h/CIMG1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHlhSU9Pe0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Rz36qqcX3Hw/s320/CIMG1857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222312210403916610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Berkley's Bear's 1st birthday party was today. It was a lot of fun. Most her little friends that she invited were able to make it. Big sis was happy because most of the little friends also have big sis's too, so she thought it was a party for her too. Berkley was soo happy eatin her cute bear cake (thanks again Courtney!) I think she ate half the cake. Some of the things that she got were a cute beach towel, baby Einstein learning activity toy, super cute pink and black dress, cute hair bows, cool first year events book, shoes, and some more great stuff. I cannot believe she is almost a year old. Today there were a few times that wet, salty substance stuff was beginning to form in my eyes. I believe they call it crying... but I would just turn away so no one could see me until it went away. This year has went by so fast! I could get all sappy again, but I gotta stop that stuff. I feel as though I am losing my edge, and those children of mine are all to blame for it! Anyway, I am soo glad I am done hosting birthday parties for about 11 months...woohooo! I love to go to parties, not real big on hosting them so now I get a long break...woohoo again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-7453500635485167181?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/7453500635485167181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=7453500635485167181' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/7453500635485167181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/7453500635485167181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/07/berkleys-1st-birthday-party.html' title='Berkley&apos;s 1st Birthday Party'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHlhRCtKa1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/c7fufyuI91M/s72-c/CIMG1861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-2277407783537734212</id><published>2008-07-07T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:08:48.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's ya Daddy??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHLVGH2oPkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vECNRw-eBxg/s1600-h/CIMG1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220469219239935554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHLVGH2oPkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vECNRw-eBxg/s320/CIMG1080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHLUurvL5BI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5PhjPdjtSnc/s1600-h/CIMG1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220468816555533330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHLUurvL5BI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5PhjPdjtSnc/s320/CIMG1211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHLUvPV4M3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/K_av3nidWSg/s1600-h/47b8da03b3127cce98548f78cd9900000010109BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220468826113061746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHLUvPV4M3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/K_av3nidWSg/s320/47b8da03b3127cce98548f78cd9900000010109BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHLUvJKtVcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/C2JDZnEUIOk/s1600-h/47b8dc38b3127cce98548f79100c00000015119BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220468824455599554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHLUvJKtVcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/C2JDZnEUIOk/s320/47b8dc38b3127cce98548f79100c00000015119BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Juddster and I were talking tonight, and I mentioned to him that I thought it was time I done a post on him.  I could tell by the look on his face he was not thrilled.  He said absolutely not!  He did not want pics of him posted, and he said that he could only imagine what I would say about him.   How could he think such a thing about me???   I could tell he was very upset, and hostile.  I thought to myself what should I do about this situation..  I think he could tell I was laughing....oops&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;I mean worried on the inside, so I gave him this very sympathetic look as I double clicked the mouse and away I went.  The bond between this man, and our girls is unbelievable!  I am definitely in 2ND place when it comes to favorites here.  Sure they love me and all, but as soon as they see their daddy I am history.  I have accepted my place and I deal with it.  Some days are better than others.  I know that when the teenage years get here my ranking will go up.  If you mention wearing make-up, cell phones, dating, or moving away to college he gets very irate, and wants the subject changed immediately.  He is in total denial of any of that ever happening..  I am soo thankful that he is such a great daddy!  He loves to take them places, and play with them, and I know they love it...so I will just sit back and enjoy my numero 2 ranking..Can't you tell how totally OK I am with it...ugh!!!&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/5930816097058632501-2277407783537734212?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/2277407783537734212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=2277407783537734212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/2277407783537734212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/2277407783537734212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/07/whos-ya-daddy.html' title='Who&apos;s ya Daddy??'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHLVGH2oPkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vECNRw-eBxg/s72-c/CIMG1080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-746403506815054198</id><published>2008-07-06T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:10:23.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lessons 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHGBBwWtMoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EcdyCz0xYJg/s1600-h/CIMG1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220095310259106434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHGBBwWtMoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EcdyCz0xYJg/s320/CIMG1800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHGBCMN8SII/AAAAAAAAAFI/icWSu6dBPDM/s1600-h/CIMG1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220095317738539138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHGBCMN8SII/AAAAAAAAAFI/icWSu6dBPDM/s320/CIMG1797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHGBCZ3g-vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UnITSmjD8xk/s1600-h/CIMG1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220095321402571506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHGBCZ3g-vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UnITSmjD8xk/s320/CIMG1812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe started her second summer of swimming lessons. Several of her friends are in the class. She has done very well! I am hoping she will jump off the diving board on her last class. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I am going to do some bribing this week, and whatever else it takes to make that happen. She has the sweetest teacher Ms. Erin. She is very patient with the girls, and like Danna said I am sure there is a lot of giggling going on. The girls are soo cute following behind Ms. Erin like little ducklings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-746403506815054198?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/746403506815054198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=746403506815054198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/746403506815054198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/746403506815054198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/07/swimming-lessons.html' title='Swimming Lessons 2008'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHGBBwWtMoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EcdyCz0xYJg/s72-c/CIMG1800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-2889919009917787833</id><published>2008-07-06T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:48:11.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute, funny, and happy times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHF9INrVDRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zYD9gfz8cUM/s1600-h/CIMG1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220091023162936594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHF9INrVDRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zYD9gfz8cUM/s320/CIMG1708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHF9IirZZiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3saW8k9A4HQ/s1600-h/CIMG1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220091028800366114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHF9IirZZiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3saW8k9A4HQ/s320/CIMG1766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHF9I9DYBNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cTZLGcPpqso/s1600-h/CIMG1782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220091035880260818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHF9I9DYBNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cTZLGcPpqso/s320/CIMG1782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHF9JMEMSoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Dhoyvjcm8YY/s1600-h/CIMG1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220091039910218370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHF9JMEMSoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Dhoyvjcm8YY/s320/CIMG1787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that big pink hair bow that my Berkley Bear has&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;, but I can't get her to wear the darn thing. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I explain to her how cute she looks in it, and that I really want her to wear it, but just as I slide it on her head she gives me this dumbfounded look, and slides it right off. What's up with that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had such a great summer so far! Especially on the days we get to be in water with our buddies. Both girls love the water! Berkley likes to go under the water, but she hasn't quite got the holding your breath under water thing yet or closing your mouth when you go under...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-2889919009917787833?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/2889919009917787833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=2889919009917787833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/2889919009917787833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/2889919009917787833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-cute-funny-happy-stuff.html' title='Cute, funny, and happy times...'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SHF9INrVDRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zYD9gfz8cUM/s72-c/CIMG1708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-2511609762949381392</id><published>2008-07-03T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:30:53.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the nap....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SG0m_Ltp-mI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nR_bWPmqDUY/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218870410110171746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SG0m_Ltp-mI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nR_bWPmqDUY/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the episode of Friends where Joey and Ross take a nap together, and it was the best nap ever for them both...Love that one!!  Well yesterday I took a little nappers with the girls, and it was the best ever!  I did not realize I was so tired, but I was in one of those hard deep sleeps.  I had to make myself get up.  I LOVE sleeping with the girls.  I tend to get into a bad habit in the summer and take naps.  I just love to cuddle with them.  I do not sleep the whole time they do, just rest my eyes for a bit then get up and do some bloggin..  The girls love to cuddle, even if they are laying on opposite sides of the bed they always end up against each other.  Notice in the picture how the heads are tilted the same, and the their mouths are open about the same... Cuties!  I wonder if I look that cute when I am asleep??  Heck no!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-2511609762949381392?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/2511609762949381392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=2511609762949381392' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/2511609762949381392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/2511609762949381392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-with-nap.html' title='The one with the nap....'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SG0m_Ltp-mI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nR_bWPmqDUY/s72-c/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-3823413509413924921</id><published>2008-07-01T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:29:02.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could this be the next American Idol??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGrxYxpk-qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3Z7oXArrOmE/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218248526209022626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGrxYxpk-qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3Z7oXArrOmE/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGrxZGMKaKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/38GFpUfuTrk/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218248531722791074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGrxZGMKaKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/38GFpUfuTrk/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the neat things about my Chloe bug is that she loves her some music! Some of her favorite artist are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt;, Rhianna, Chris Brown, Taylor Swift, Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Daughtery&lt;/span&gt;, David Cook, Jordan Sparks, Justin Timberlake (woohoo), and Janet Jackson (one of mommy's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;favs&lt;/span&gt;) I love that she is so into music because I am a music freak. It is so much fun listening to music with her, and shopping for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cd's&lt;/span&gt; together, and watching (appropriate) videos. My mom and her were driving along the other day, and it was blowing moms mind all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;artist&lt;/span&gt; she would recognize on the radio, and the songs. Her favorite artist is Carrie Underwood. I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I have had to listen to "Before he Cheats" I know very intimate details of the song I have heard it so much! We have videos recorded of Carrie. She loves everything about the girl, so when we found out she was coming to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;J'boro&lt;/span&gt; we knew we had to take her. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; excited! She has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; machine, and she will play her music, and sing along. It is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; cute to watch her perform. Judd and I are hoping we got a star right here in our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGrxZQZyuBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/W4J1xkE6fVk/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218248534464313362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGrxZQZyuBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/W4J1xkE6fVk/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rockin&lt;/span&gt; out to "American Girl"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-3823413509413924921?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/3823413509413924921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=3823413509413924921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3823413509413924921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3823413509413924921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-she-next-american-idol.html' title='Could this be the next American Idol??'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGrxYxpk-qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3Z7oXArrOmE/s72-c/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-3816978480702097602</id><published>2008-06-30T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:26:43.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGmf1_vxJgI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZbXF5mhywio/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217877393279100418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGmf1_vxJgI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZbXF5mhywio/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGmf4D0yhoI/AAAAAAAAADw/PZ5Ltvjbz20/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217877428733642370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGmf4D0yhoI/AAAAAAAAADw/PZ5Ltvjbz20/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My girls LOVE their Aunt Rachel and cousin Sadie.  They are like Rock Stars to both of them.  Whenever Chloe knows they are coming over, or she is going to get to see them she gets beside herself (this is also great blackmail whenever I want them to behave..)  Sadie is soo good with both of the girls. Berkley loves for Sadie to hold her.  I think she likes to look at Sadie because she is so pretty!  Chloe follows her around like a lost puppy.  She even wants to go with her to the bathroom, and Sadie lets her unless I know about it before hand then I let her have 2 minutes of privacy.  She is such a pretty and sweet young lady.  Rachel would do anything for the girls, and she spoils them rotten!  Chloe has her so fooled, and it is only a matter of time before Berkley sucks her right in too, but then again Sadie has me wrapped around her finger, so who I am to talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGmf4D0yhoI/AAAAAAAAADw/PZ5Ltvjbz20/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGmf6HPWMDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8hZcAk0liac/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217877464010076210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGmf6HPWMDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8hZcAk0liac/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie with her two BIGGEST fans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-3816978480702097602?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/3816978480702097602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=3816978480702097602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3816978480702097602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3816978480702097602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/06/rock-stars.html' title='Rock Stars'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGmf1_vxJgI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZbXF5mhywio/s72-c/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-7215006030472876848</id><published>2008-06-24T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:38:39.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGGnzKTYDhI/AAAAAAAAADY/GkUw8XqcUZM/s1600-h/47b5da26b3127cce98548f7a091800000017109BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215634340852534802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGGnzKTYDhI/AAAAAAAAADY/GkUw8XqcUZM/s320/47b5da26b3127cce98548f7a091800000017109BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGGnzawSAcI/AAAAAAAAADg/lF-zOiJnA4U/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215634345268740546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGGnzawSAcI/AAAAAAAAADg/lF-zOiJnA4U/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do not like having my picture taken. That is why 98% of the photos taken are by yours truly. My good friend Martha took both of these pictures of me with my girls, and I adore them!  They were both around the same age at the time they were taken. She sent the picture of Chloe and I to me for Mother's Day, and wrote in the card True Love. I could not agree more! My friend Nancy told me that once I had children my life would never be the same..of course that was certainly true!   It is like when I am not with them, I feel there is a part of me and my heart that is missing!   I never knew how you could truly love something soo much until we were blessed with these 2 precious girls, so whenever I am down or need a reminder of how blessed I am I look at these pics, and it always brightens my day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-7215006030472876848?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/7215006030472876848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=7215006030472876848' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/7215006030472876848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/7215006030472876848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/06/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGGnzKTYDhI/AAAAAAAAADY/GkUw8XqcUZM/s72-c/47b5da26b3127cce98548f7a091800000017109BcMnLRm38%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-1680430964162446126</id><published>2008-06-24T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:48:54.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Hot Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGGjqVLVpdI/AAAAAAAAADA/2r8SxfaVpsQ/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215629791106278866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGGjqVLVpdI/AAAAAAAAADA/2r8SxfaVpsQ/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGGjqrBXgLI/AAAAAAAAADI/rIKJDaTVT_c/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215629796970037426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGGjqrBXgLI/AAAAAAAAADI/rIKJDaTVT_c/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGGjra12c7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/DYBfTidZ-Yo/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215629809806635954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGGjra12c7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/DYBfTidZ-Yo/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berkley started walking a few weeks ago (her daddy is soo happy) he loves it when the kids can walk. She is walking more and more everyday. Now that she is comfortable with it, she likes to carry things around and walk. Chloe will yell at me with all the things she has in her hands.."mommy she has the remote control" "mommy she has your books." The other night "miss thang" decided to carry around her big pink ball! It is as big as her! She could not see where she was going. She would run into things, and bounce right back up, and go at it again! It was soo funny to watch her waddle around! She did not want any help..Miss Independent (I have no idea where she gets this from??..ha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-1680430964162446126?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/1680430964162446126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=1680430964162446126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/1680430964162446126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/1680430964162446126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/06/miss-hot-shot.html' title='Miss Hot Shot'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SGGjqVLVpdI/AAAAAAAAADA/2r8SxfaVpsQ/s72-c/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-4680642241869014416</id><published>2008-06-22T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:39:27.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SF8MYGhihuI/AAAAAAAAACg/O88VvbLT4v4/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214900501726004962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SF8MYGhihuI/AAAAAAAAACg/O88VvbLT4v4/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SF8MYr0nxEI/AAAAAAAAACo/SvtXBa3FDnA/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214900511738152002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SF8MYr0nxEI/AAAAAAAAACo/SvtXBa3FDnA/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SF8MY2rGzEI/AAAAAAAAACw/RjZcvVzBsHs/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214900514651032642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SF8MY2rGzEI/AAAAAAAAACw/RjZcvVzBsHs/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SF8MZMmpxtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5O-ipqDXfc8/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214900520537933522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SF8MZMmpxtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5O-ipqDXfc8/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love random candid moments that my girls do!! They crack me up! Chloe is such a "girly girl" she loves putting on her make-up and dressing up in my clothes and shoes. Berkley is everywhere! She is soo active, and most of the time she is into something she should not be. When you get on to her, she gives you this sneaky look and points her finger at you...I think the finger means how dare you tell me no! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-4680642241869014416?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/4680642241869014416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=4680642241869014416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/4680642241869014416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/4680642241869014416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/06/funny-girls.html' title='Funny Girls'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SF8MYGhihuI/AAAAAAAAACg/O88VvbLT4v4/s72-c/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-5149755588233930303</id><published>2008-06-16T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:16:48.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th  Birthday Chloe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFculFjcIbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aZQGcWcPdVA/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212686308385497522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFculFjcIbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aZQGcWcPdVA/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFctjVg0lgI/AAAAAAAAABo/lbgr42oTlC8/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212685178798118402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFctjVg0lgI/AAAAAAAAABo/lbgr42oTlC8/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFctjyLgjTI/AAAAAAAAABw/Zl29CrTp7kU/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212685186493353266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFctjyLgjTI/AAAAAAAAABw/Zl29CrTp7kU/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFctkotzndI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AX7byh09WUE/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212685201132723666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFctkotzndI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AX7byh09WUE/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFctlFrZd7I/AAAAAAAAACA/LL02gnaWe4A/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212685208907249586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFctlFrZd7I/AAAAAAAAACA/LL02gnaWe4A/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFctlr2DRtI/AAAAAAAAACI/VT3jORFftZ0/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212685219152479954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFctlr2DRtI/AAAAAAAAACI/VT3jORFftZ0/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe had such a great Birthday! Her party was this past Saturday. There were a couple of family parties thrown in also. She actually had two parties Saturday. Her good friend Abby was that morning, and hers was later that afternoon. Chloe and Abby are two days apart. Abby's mom Crystal and I always have to plan out their parties details, so the parties won't over lap, or sometimes we just have them together. Most of Chloe's friends were able to make it to the party. She had soo much fun swimming, playing with her friends, and enjoying her princess castle cake (thanks Courtney). When I asked her what her favorite part of her party was, she told me it was opening her presents. She made me blow out her candles. She did not want all the attention on her (mommy did not want any attention on her either) I cannot believe she is 4 years old!&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/5930816097058632501-5149755588233930303?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/5149755588233930303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=5149755588233930303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/5149755588233930303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/5149755588233930303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-4th-birthday-chloe.html' title='Happy 4th  Birthday Chloe!'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFculFjcIbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aZQGcWcPdVA/s72-c/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-6991889086648652604</id><published>2008-06-16T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:45:33.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Berkley Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFclEm4GeWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mVvFfQXDuxk/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212675854790195554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFclEm4GeWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mVvFfQXDuxk/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFclFHzw2TI/AAAAAAAAABE/EyIILesCLzQ/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212675863630371122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFclFHzw2TI/AAAAAAAAABE/EyIILesCLzQ/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFclFZFvZJI/AAAAAAAAABM/HyZJHZKwNQ4/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212675868269175954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFclFZFvZJI/AAAAAAAAABM/HyZJHZKwNQ4/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFclFsp6xcI/AAAAAAAAABU/YD54boeN7ek/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212675873521190338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFclFsp6xcI/AAAAAAAAABU/YD54boeN7ek/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFclGcPD3rI/AAAAAAAAABc/_rHb7ywhgKk/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212675886293442226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFclGcPD3rI/AAAAAAAAABc/_rHb7ywhgKk/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Berkley is such a happy baby! It makes me wonder sometimes how she is my child..ha! She smiles all of the time, and the smile is so big you can usually see inside her whole mouth. She adores Chloe, and her favorite place to be is her big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sis's&lt;/span&gt; room. Chloe usually enjoys her being in there...but when she starts going for her princess stuff then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; it becomes a problem. I love to watch the two of them bond! &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-6991889086648652604?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/6991889086648652604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=6991889086648652604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/6991889086648652604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/6991889086648652604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-berkley-bear.html' title='My Berkley Bear'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFclEm4GeWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mVvFfQXDuxk/s72-c/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5930816097058632501.post-3288682454398366352</id><published>2008-06-16T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:18:55.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-ball Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFcdqqGpJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cBf0M23mJL4/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212667712398501186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFcdqqGpJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cBf0M23mJL4/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFcdrFyLjaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sthZ_et360M/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212667719828868514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFcdrFyLjaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sthZ_et360M/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFcdrrcanbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jzb9dbr8Gag/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212667729938128306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFcdrrcanbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jzb9dbr8Gag/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFcdsP7rhpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oHosw4uECOI/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212667739732936338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFcdsP7rhpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oHosw4uECOI/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFcdsb2RGUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ndnOfjLWyQM/s1600-h/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212667742931458370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFcdsb2RGUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ndnOfjLWyQM/s320/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Chloe just finished her first season of t-ball. Her daddy was the coach, along with another dad, and good friend. Her best bud Eva Grace was on her team, so you can imagine they were quite the entertainment!  On some of the warmer games they would sit in the dugout enjoy their drinks, and cheer the other teammates on. She had soo much fun playing. She did really well, and made some new friends! They ended the season with a party at Chuck E Cheese. We will really miss playing. I am already ready for next season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5930816097058632501-3288682454398366352?l=reedgirls2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/feeds/3288682454398366352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5930816097058632501&amp;postID=3288682454398366352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3288682454398366352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5930816097058632501/posts/default/3288682454398366352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reedgirls2.blogspot.com/2008/06/t-ball-days.html' title='T-ball Days'/><author><name>Amy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627097938781555474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7CCewDa5jo/SFcdqqGpJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cBf0M23mJL4/s72-c/Berkley+and+Chloe+Pics+186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
