<?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-5174649654661287139</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:32:18.174-06:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SgmlNalWWxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/HeLWXHToeCY/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG'/><title type='text'>Davis Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>Enjoy the little things in life, one day you will look back and realize they were the big things.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-3037342598695298618</id><published>2011-06-26T03:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T03:07:47.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7T0w3DNUQg/TgboOErmqDI/AAAAAAAAAac/Jf0bAs6eQs8/s1600/IMG_0770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7T0w3DNUQg/TgboOErmqDI/AAAAAAAAAac/Jf0bAs6eQs8/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunday June 19th we had to put our sweet Bella to sleep. &amp;nbsp;It was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bella was born December 12, 2003, the same day Casey and I got back from our honeymoon. &amp;nbsp;Six weeks later we drove 4 hours to pick her out and start our first journey as a family. &amp;nbsp;Bella was our life. &amp;nbsp;She was our first baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She was always our sickly dog. &amp;nbsp;But lately it had just gotten worse. &amp;nbsp;She started to occasionally skip a meal then she started just not eating. &amp;nbsp;She lost a lot of weight the past few weeks but I didn't take her to the vet, probably because I didn't want to know. &amp;nbsp;So we started mixing peanut butter in with her food and of course she ate then. &amp;nbsp;I thought things would get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Saturday night I went to dinner with my dad then to the store to pick up stuff for Father's day dinner we were going to cook for Casey. &amp;nbsp;When we got home I called the dogs to the front yard and Beau came right out and it took Bella a minute, which is normal for her. &amp;nbsp;When she got to the garage she couldn't walk. &amp;nbsp;Her feet were sliding and she was walking like she was drunk. &amp;nbsp;We helped her out to the yard gave her some water and hoped it was just the way she had been sleeping. &amp;nbsp;It took Casey and I both to get her back in the house and lay down. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think at that moment Casey and I knew this might not go well. &amp;nbsp;We decided to give it the night and see how she was in the morning. &amp;nbsp;That night we spent loving on her and just making sure she was comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sunday morning she was still the same. &amp;nbsp;This time she wasn't able to go to the bathroom because she couldn't control her legs. &amp;nbsp;As much as we didn't want to we decided it was time to call the Vet. &amp;nbsp;That was a hard phone call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We told the girls what was happening and that it was probably going to be the last time to see Bella. &amp;nbsp;They have never been very attached to the dogs so they weren't very upset. &amp;nbsp;Emilee actually asked if we could get a new dog. &amp;nbsp;Not yet. &amp;nbsp;Lily said that God was in Bella's heart. &amp;nbsp;So sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Casey and I loaded Bella in the car. &amp;nbsp;I rode in the back with her on the way there. &amp;nbsp;The vet actually said that she didn't look near as bad as he had expected. &amp;nbsp;What?! &amp;nbsp; He was thinking it was an inner ear infection that was causing her to walk like that but was also concerned that she had lost so much weight lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We did some blood work and Casey and I decided that if there was more than just the ear infection that we would put her down. &amp;nbsp;The vet was concerned about her liver and kidneys but those actually came back ok. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Her blood work showed her RBC count was 16,000 and normal is above 32,000. He also said that something else showed that she was not making new RBC's. &amp;nbsp;This meant that she either had a bone marrow issue or tumors. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our hearts sank. &amp;nbsp;My baby was sick, really sick. &amp;nbsp;I sat on the floor with her and just held her. &amp;nbsp;It's a moment I will never be able to forget. &amp;nbsp;Actually saying the words that we were going to put her to sleep broke my heart. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not sure Casey wanted to stay in the room while it happened but I couldn't leave her. &amp;nbsp;We both stayed and I just held her. &amp;nbsp;It was so peaceful. &amp;nbsp;I will never forget feeling her fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love my first baby more that I can ever begin to explain. &amp;nbsp;She wasn't just a dog she was part of our family. &amp;nbsp;She was the first part of our family. &amp;nbsp;I really didn't think that I would take it as hard as I have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's been a week and I have cried every day. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I have a whole in my heart. &amp;nbsp;I have spent a lot of extra time with Beau, pretty much spoiling him rotten. &amp;nbsp;They are only 4 months apart and I'm scared to death that something is going to happen to him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love you Bella, you brought so many wonderful memories to our family. &amp;nbsp;You will be forever missed. &amp;nbsp;I miss you so much sweet girl. &amp;nbsp;Not one day will go by that I won't look out at the yard and see you sun bathing. &amp;nbsp;&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/5174649654661287139-3037342598695298618?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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needed to. &amp;nbsp;She kept telling me no until she just couldn't hold it anymore. &amp;nbsp;I picked her up, ran to the bathroom tripping over 100 stuffed animals and trying to pull of her panties in the process. &amp;nbsp;We made it to the potty with a puddle in front of it and a few drips inside it. &amp;nbsp;Lily laughed the whole time I was running with her. &amp;nbsp;Apparently it was fun. &amp;nbsp;So I let her flush, we clapped for her and made it a big deal. &amp;nbsp;She was so proud of herself. &amp;nbsp;Even though she technically didn't make it we still made a big deal that she went a little. &amp;nbsp;I thought we were good so I took a break from following her all over the place. &amp;nbsp;Well that was mistake #1. &amp;nbsp;So she was playing quietly, which should have tipped me off, when she ran past the office. &amp;nbsp;I noticed her panties looked a little fuller than earlier. &amp;nbsp;Yep she had another accident. &amp;nbsp;Luckily it cleaned up easily. &amp;nbsp;Accident #3 I asked her if she needed to go and she started running for her potty. &amp;nbsp;She peed on herself the whole way, but I think she's getting the idea. &amp;nbsp;I think she just waits until the last second, like most kids do. &amp;nbsp;We got to the bathroom but it was too late. &amp;nbsp;I still made a big deal about how she new she had to go and ran. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully the rest of the day can only get better.&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard potty training the second one. &amp;nbsp;I know you'd think it would be easier but for me it's not. &amp;nbsp;Emilee is my pleaser. &amp;nbsp;Potty training her was the easiest thing ever. &amp;nbsp;If it hadn't been for her daycare she would have been potty trained months before Lily was born. &amp;nbsp;I'd have her potty trained on the weekend then she'd go to school and regress. &amp;nbsp;It was really annoying. &amp;nbsp;She was so eager to do it, whereas Lily I think could care less. &amp;nbsp;Lily is definitely not a pleaser. &lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping the rest of today we can get this down because I'm so tired of being stuck at home. &amp;nbsp;I have stuff I need to go do. &amp;nbsp;I think I picked a bad week to start, but then again when is a good week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-3255726344744279794?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3255726344744279794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=3255726344744279794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/3255726344744279794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84Ujg9jTYI/AAAAAAAAAZU/UQkCzP59Yvo/s1600/IMG_2167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84Ujg9jTYI/AAAAAAAAAZU/UQkCzP59Yvo/s320/IMG_2167.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Em decorating her easter egg cookie&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em at her school Easter egg hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84T-MTRMqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/KDV5_r5y7ig/s1600/IMG_2137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84T-MTRMqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/KDV5_r5y7ig/s320/IMG_2137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily and her animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84Ts_nFhzI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jgwJQxHb9pE/s1600/IMG_2075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84Ts_nFhzI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jgwJQxHb9pE/s320/IMG_2075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure why she wanted me to take a picture of her teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84UUxcKEXI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rCi2d4YGYp4/s1600/IMG_2178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84UUxcKEXI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rCi2d4YGYp4/s320/IMG_2178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Easter day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84YdhYaB3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/tfg2YLr_PR4/s1600/IMG_2191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84YdhYaB3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/tfg2YLr_PR4/s320/IMG_2191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Em and her Easter outfit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84YvTrsiiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/SX6EfbrHAfg/s1600/IMG_2228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84YvTrsiiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/SX6EfbrHAfg/s320/IMG_2228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;1st attempt at a picture of Lily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone was looking for eggs except Lily. &amp;nbsp;She loved this little house. &amp;nbsp;We're definitely getting one for the summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84ZTkYNgJI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TFlCUIWYDrk/s1600/IMG_2274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84ZTkYNgJI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TFlCUIWYDrk/s320/IMG_2274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/1779696553636653927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures-since-i-havent-posted-any.html' title='Pictures (since I haven&apos;t posted any since before Christmas)'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/S84Ujg9jTYI/AAAAAAAAAZU/UQkCzP59Yvo/s72-c/IMG_2167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-6318630621762712278</id><published>2010-04-20T15:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:36:57.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is nearing....insert panic here</title><content type='html'>Less than a month and I'll finally graduate.  I say finally because seeing is how I've been out of high school for 11 years I should have graduated college along time ago.  These past 2 years have gone by so fast, I can hardly believe it's the end.  I have some amazing people in my class and I hope our friendships last through the years.  &lt;div&gt;As happy as I am about being finished with school, I'm also scared to death.  I have no fear of graduating, I know I'm fine there.  It's the whole registry exam stuff that freaks me out.  I have severe test anxiety, so much so that my Dr. gave me something to help.  It helps a little but it also makes me really tired.  So it's a trade off.  My first test I take the week of graduation and costs $190.  IF I pass that the first time then I can take my second test which is $390.  That all fine and dandy if I pass them the first time!!  ((Insert panic here))  My biggest fear is that I'm going to fail a test and all that money went down the drain.  It's really hard for me to focus thinking of all the things that I could buy with that money.  I talked to a therapist yesterday who had to take her CRT exam 3 times and her RRT 2 times.  That's a grand total of $1350!!!  Please God let me pass the first time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a positive note, the end also means that we're that much closer to moving home.  I've been trying not to get too excited about it.  I think that it'll all sink in once I get a job somewhere.  I've been looking like crazy in the fort worth area and some in Dallas.  Of course there is way more in Dallas than Fort Worth, but I'm just not willing to spend half my life driving back and forth.  I miss home and I have been away for way too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-6318630621762712278?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6318630621762712278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=6318630621762712278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6318630621762712278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6318630621762712278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-is-nearinginsert-panic-here.html' title='The end is nearing....insert panic here'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-2166096723343167531</id><published>2010-04-05T16:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:13:38.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months, Really?!?!</title><content type='html'>I looked at someone's blog the other day and realized that it had been 4 months since I wrote a post.  It really doesn't seem that long.  Needless to say things have been crazy busy around here.I graduate in May and I am completely overwhelmed.  I am terrified that I'm not going to be able to pass my CRT and RRT exams.  After having a few dozen panic attacks, I'm sure I'll do just fine.  I got accepted into the honor's society, which for me is a HUGE accomplishment.  I'm that girl in high school that barely graduated because studying wasn't important.  Things have changed alot since then.&lt;div&gt;Casey found out that he wasn't going to be able to stay in recruiting so a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fter many hours of "what ifs" we decided to get out of the airforce.  This was a rea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lly hard decision to come to, especially in this economy.  He wasn't looking forward to going back to a job he didn't enjoy and I wasn't looking forward to moving to God knows where.  So we're officially moving back to DFW!!! I'm so excited.  I'm going to be moving back this summer to get a job, then I'll bring the girls down sometime at the end of summer so Em can start Kindergarten (that's another post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.  Casey's last day would be March 15, 2011 but since he has so much leave saved off he's done in December.  So he will stay here until December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls are doing good.  Em loves school, I think she's g&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oing to be that kid that always wants to be the teacher's pet.  She's such a sweet little girl.  Lily is talking like crazy!!  I could sit and list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en to her sweet little voice all day.  She's such a goof, if you've met Lily you'd understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-2166096723343167531?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2166096723343167531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=2166096723343167531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2166096723343167531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2166096723343167531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2010/04/4-months-really.html' title='4 months, Really?!?!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-1121844233765432821</id><published>2009-12-17T20:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:17:29.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Lily</title><content type='html'>Dear sweet Lily happy 2nd birthday.  I still can't believe it's been 2 years.  I know I say this about Emilee too but it seems like just yesterday you were born.  You were the sweetest, easiest baby I have ever been around.  You were/are such a cuddler and I could hold you all day long.  As a baby you were so laid back, I use to say I could count on one hand how many times you cried in the past month.  You were just happy to be around.  You were always a good sleeper and eater, there really wasn't much that you wouldn't eat.  At around 10 months a new personality came out.  You became very strong willed and you knew exactly what you wanted and you'd make sure you'd get it.  You were a bit of a handful.  There were some days when I missed my sweet laid back baby.  But sweet Lily you have turned in to the funniest 2 year old.  You act silly and you can always make people laugh.  You have the absolute sweetest little voice.  You still have your attitude and can throw one mean fit, but you get over it pretty quick and are back to being your goofy self.  Lily you have added something to my life that I never new was missing until you were born 2 years ago.  You have been a great addition to our family.  You adore your older sister as she does you.  My hope for the two of you is that you will always be close.  Always love each other and be there for each other.  I love you sweet lily.  Happy birthday baby.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Syrl6A5GAQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Hz_lTyQzpYQ/s320/IMG_1978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416394286701084930" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Syrl6dpLiBI/AAAAAAAAAX8/cVCgiPZDM_U/s320/IMG_1976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416394294418966546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-1121844233765432821?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1121844233765432821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=1121844233765432821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/1121844233765432821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/1121844233765432821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweet-lily.html' title='Sweet Lily'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Syrl6A5GAQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Hz_lTyQzpYQ/s72-c/IMG_1978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-705259585257807672</id><published>2009-12-14T20:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:35:12.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless moments with a 4 year old</title><content type='html'>Conversations with 4 year olds can drive you crazy sometimes, but tonight it was just funny.  &lt;div&gt;Em: Mommy did you and Daddy buy me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No sweetie Mommy grew you in my belly, remember like I did Lily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em: Well how did you get me out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: (This is where I'm thankful for C-sections) The Dr. cut you out of my tummy.  You started off really tiny then grew and grew until it was your birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em: But Mommy when did I grow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  You grew everyday and you still are growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em:  But Mommy I don't want to be a giant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Don't worry honey I don't think you'll grow up to be a giant.  Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-705259585257807672?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/705259585257807672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=705259585257807672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/705259585257807672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/705259585257807672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/12/priceless-moments-with-4-year-old.html' title='Priceless moments with a 4 year old'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-8786275539366709958</id><published>2009-12-08T19:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:19:44.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling rather blah</title><content type='html'>So for the past few days my ankle has been hurting.  It's really weird though, it doesn't hurt when I step on it but when I dangle my foot off the bed or when I'm stepping.  So it's not me putting pressure on it that hurts it's letting it hang that hurts.  Told you, weird.  It doesn't hurt all the time, just random times throughout the day.  To top that off I've been feeling real queezy lately.  It also comes and goes.  I know I'm sure you're all thinking I'm pregnant.  Well I'm not and thank God for that, I have way more than I can handle with the two I have.  So quezzy, hurt ankle, headache and sore everything else.  Go figure.  Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow.  Atleast I'm praying I do.  &lt;div&gt;I'll try and do another catch up post tomorrow, with pictures of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-8786275539366709958?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8786275539366709958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=8786275539366709958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8786275539366709958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8786275539366709958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-rather-blah.html' title='Feeling rather blah'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-9009824962786351259</id><published>2009-12-07T20:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:57:30.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me, It's really me</title><content type='html'>So I've been a horrible blogger lately.  School completely overwhelmed me this semester.  But it's officially over and I'm out until Jan. 19th!!  YEAH.  There is so much I haven't gotten to blog about this semester like Em going to school, starting tap lessons, quitting tap lessons, going to Shreveport, killing all of our fish, Halloween, and Thanksgiving.  I'm thinking if I update once a day it won't be so much.&lt;div&gt;I'm going to start in the middle (mainly because these are the pictures I have uploaded).  Casey and I went down to Shreveport for his Squadron Annual.  The hotel/casino that we stayed at was really nice.  I've never been to a casino so I wasn't too sure what to expect.  I did however&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; find out that I'm cheap and losing my money is not fun.  Maybe when I'm a millionaire I'll change my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we left the girls at home with Granny and my Mom and head down for a trip alone for 4 days.  It was really nice to have some adult time without having to get woken up by the kids or the dogs in the morning.  I took naps, watched shows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than cartoons, stayed out till 3 am.  All that fun kid-less stuff.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey was up for several awards and boy did he rack them in.  The one we really wanted he didn't get.  Don't get me started on the person who did get it.  Let's just say he's not a recruiter anymore because of his prescription drug problem.  Nice.  But the awards Casey brought home were pretty cool, and I'm so proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the people in Casey's flight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sx2-9RkoTfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ZecxeoIIZz0/s320/IMG_1940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412692287067540978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey winning the Chief's award.  The Chief Master Sergeant picks one person a year to give his award to.  He said some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; really great stuff about Casey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sx2-ZPg2qDI/AAAAAAAAAXM/HWoycecFVfw/s320/IMG_1943.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412691668039542834" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey got a bronze medal f&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or the number of people that he sent off to basic training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sx2-ZlStlHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/RRdhKnx8jac/s320/IMG_1946.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412691673885807730" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also got his second silver badge.  We were hoping for Gold but he got second place on that.  Still proud of him though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sx2-Z0S-LMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/13P_DxJIp6U/s320/IMG_1949.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412691677913427138" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the awards he ended up winning of the trip.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sx2-aU05axI/AAAAAAAAAXk/oELYEvohUF8/s320/IMG_1951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412691686645656338" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey I'm so proud of you.  You are an awesome person and I'm so proud that you could win all these awards and work 2 jobs.  You the best husband, friend and father anyone could ever ask for.  I love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-9009824962786351259?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/9009824962786351259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=9009824962786351259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/9009824962786351259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/9009824962786351259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-me-its-really-me.html' title='It&apos;s me, It&apos;s really me'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sx2-9RkoTfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ZecxeoIIZz0/s72-c/IMG_1940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-5164910548357526632</id><published>2009-09-17T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:55:15.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's doctor appointments</title><content type='html'>As many of you know Lily got RSV last Christmas.  It lasted for the entire RSV season and she finally started feeling better the beginning of February.  Well it was around that time that I noticed that you could feel her lymph nodes in her neck.  You should only be able to feel lymph nodes when you're sick and they should go away shortly after you start feeling better.  Well we we went in for her 15 month check up they were still there and she wasn't sick.  So the doctor told me to keep watching them to see if they multiply or get bigger.  So I watched and at her 18 month appointment they were still there and I think there were a few more on her right side.  The Dr. told me to watch them for two more months because they really weren't that big.&lt;div&gt;Well it's been 2 more months and they're still there and one has gotten bigger.  Now me being the blog stocker that I am I've read way too many sad sick baby stories.  So I was freaking out a little last week.  We went in on Monday to see the doctor again and she ordered blood tests and sent us to get a sonogram.  She did her blood work on monday while we were in the office and Lily was amazing!!!   The appointment took all of 5 minutes but we had to wait in the little tiny room for an hour before the dr. ever came in.  It was a rough hour.  So I was really nervous to take her to get blood taken.  But she did great.  I was expecting lots of screaming and crying but she was perfect.  She didn't cry or move or anything.  I was shocked.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So our sonogram was scheduled for today and it didn't go as smoothly as the blood draw.  She freaked out as soon as we walked in the room and it was really hard to get her to lay still.  Now taking a sonogram of a child's neck is alot harder than you'd think.  She had to be still while she was crying and sniffling.  It was sad.  She eventually calmed down, well until we had to do her other side.  But the ladies were great and they had us in and out in no time.  We should get the results back in a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm probably completely over-reacting but I'd rather over-react than not react at all and have it be something serious.  I haven't heard back about her blood work which I'm assuming is a good thing.  I'll call tomorrow and check on it.  Just thought I'd update the blog world on what we've been up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-5164910548357526632?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5164910548357526632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=5164910548357526632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/5164910548357526632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/5164910548357526632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/09/lilys-doctor-appointments.html' title='Lily&apos;s doctor appointments'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-8325120588346142493</id><published>2009-09-06T20:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:12:23.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud parents</title><content type='html'>In my last post I forgot to tell everyone that we are the new proud parents of 40 baby fish.  Yes that is a 4 and a 0.  Two of our fish were pregnant AGAIN!!!  Secretly I was hoping some of the bigger fish would eat the babies like they had the times before, but no such luck.  I'm not really sure what to do with all these fish.  After all our tank is only suppose to have a max of 5.  I think we're a little over the limit.  Damn fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-8325120588346142493?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8325120588346142493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=8325120588346142493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8325120588346142493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8325120588346142493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/09/proud-parents.html' title='Proud parents'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-8921875547548536610</id><published>2009-09-06T19:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:57:04.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to get back in the swing of things</title><content type='html'>Well blogging has officially been pushed to the back burner again.  It's so sad because I have so much to blog about just no time to do it.  I started back to school and I'm already having test 2 and 3 this week.  So needless to say we hit the ground running.  It's been a lot harder for me to get back in the groove of things this semester, I'm just tired of studying.  I'm taking 13 hrs. this semester which already seems overwhelming.  Three of those hours are English, which I kick myself daily for since I've already taken once; I was just too good to go to class.  Look where that got me!  So if there's anyone out there that wants to do it for me that would be great.  It's online so just pretend you're me. :)  The rest of my hours are respiratory classes, which are really interesting but they're getting much harder.  The one I'm most scared of is Mechanical Ventilation.  There are so many things about mechanical ventilation that just seem foreign to me.  Hopefully this class will clear it up and not make me even more confused.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emilee started Pre-K and she's loving it.  I really wanted her in school this year so she'd been ready for Kindergarten next year.  There are so many teachers out there that worry about her birthday and her being too young so I wanted to give it a try this year.  I thought this would be a good way to prepare her for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also started tap lessons thanks to Aunt Becky and Nonnie.  She really seems to enjoy it.  The parents aren't aloud in the room, which I completely agree with, so I'm not real sure what they do.  But she doesn't cry when we go and she's always proud of her tap sticker she gets.  It was really cute this week because I could hear them in there tapping away.  Once a semester the parents are aloud to sit in and watch and I can't wait!!  While I wait for her I watch the older girls ballet.  Man is it amazing.  First of all I have no idea what the instructor says to the girls because I don't know any ballet words, but they all understand and look so graceful doing it.  Second, I would give anything to have the instructors legs, her muscles are awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have pictures but I'm too lazy tonight to upload them.  Maybe Tuesday.  I have a test on Tuesday so today and tomorrow I'll be studying for that.  Wish me luck, I'm shooting for all A's again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-8921875547548536610?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8921875547548536610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=8921875547548536610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8921875547548536610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8921875547548536610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/09/trying-to-get-back-in-swing-of-things.html' title='Trying to get back in the swing of things'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-241162387141481658</id><published>2009-08-18T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:33:05.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Measuring up</title><content type='html'>I had Em's 4 year check up today.  Everything went really well.  She's 38.6 lbs (78th %) and 42.75 in. (95th %).  I can't tell you how thankful I am that my baby might actually get some height.  I always hated being short and now I really do since I can't seem to lose weight like I'd like to.  Anyways back to Em.  She was perfect at the Dr's.  The Dr. heard a slight heart murmur but said it was nothing to be worried about.  So after the exam came the shots.  To all you moms that hate taking your babies in to get shots just wait until they're 4 and they understand what's going on.  Not to mention she's alot stronger than she was the last time she got shots.  NOT FUN.  The moment the lady walked in Emilee started crying, it completely broke my heart.  The lady was awesome though.  We got through our 3 shots and she got 3 princess stickers because she was so good.  We also stopped on the way home and got her an Icee.  &lt;div&gt;This evening she took off her band-aids which for Emilee is great.  Usually they stay on until they fall off by themselves or I can rip them off really fast in the bath.  So she was getting ready for bed and told me that she was wonderful for taking off her band-aids.  Then she told me that I was wonderful and Lily was wonderful.  I asked her about daddy and she said "well ya he's boy wonderful".  She cracks me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-241162387141481658?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/241162387141481658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=241162387141481658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/241162387141481658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/241162387141481658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/measuring-up.html' title='Measuring up'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-3319689704664160019</id><published>2009-08-12T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:59:43.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year down</title><content type='html'>Well it's official I now have a 4 year old.  Honestly it didn't upset me near as much as I was expecting it to.  We had Emilee's party at the swimming pool on base and aside from the gail force winds it was nice.  It was actually kinda odd that we had the whole pool to ourselves on a Saturday, that's just not normal.  But it was nice.  We ordered pizza, I made a fruit basket and pink lemonade.  Simple.  I think the kids had fun, but then again what kid doesn't like swimming?&lt;br /&gt;We have some of the most amazing neighbors ever and I'm so glad that we've all become such good friends.  We had 14 kids and most of them were from our street.  Emilee got alot of great stuff.  Just to name a few... Casey and I got her a new bicycle she got a tutu and tap shoes, a digital camera, a leapster, a piano and lots of other fun stuff.  She's spoiled.  I love my little girl to pieces and I still can't believe how fast time is going by.  I think since I've had kids time just goes faster and faster.  I love you so much Em and I'm glad  you enjoyed your birthday.  You mean to world to us, we love you baby.   And thanks to everyone who helped me out at her birthday.  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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoN_7g9dtnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/4wsm4pvEPws/s320/DSC_0128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369275841192506994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoN_5UTHBOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/GGvUbU9ONaU/s320/DSC_0099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369275803433895138" /&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/5174649654661287139-3319689704664160019?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3319689704664160019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=3319689704664160019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/3319689704664160019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/3319689704664160019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-year.html' title='Another year down'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoNEp9hILjI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OHpT_6ECZcU/s72-c/DSC_0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-8202106904975376965</id><published>2009-08-11T17:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:20:08.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily and the Chipmunks</title><content type='html'>I was flipping through the channels today and somehow the tv landed on Alvin and the Chipmunks.  The movie not the cartoon.  We weren't really watching it, Lily would mainly just pay attention when they'd start to sing.  Well we had just finished a book and a part of the movie came on where they are raiding the cabinets.  I think it's Simon who finds the bag of cheese balls and nocks them over spilling them into a bowl.  He then does a cannon ball into the bowl.  Well apparently this was the funniest thing Lily has ever seen because she died laughing.  I record the movie so I could show Casey when he got home.  I've done it about 5 times now and she laughs every single time.  It's priceless.  At the end she says "where did he go?".  It's really cute, you just have to excuse my unfixed hair, no make up and pj's.  It was a lazy day around our house.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-549d0e528b7d8482" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D549d0e528b7d8482%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331610767%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D628D4729E0286771848B1E2B512144AE1841AFD7.4DE569C90C402A3CE4FA8BFFD8EC3897C8A89E21%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D549d0e528b7d8482%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaDk_QvfUF7pNTm7xLcw3uIXPrbM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D549d0e528b7d8482%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331610767%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D628D4729E0286771848B1E2B512144AE1841AFD7.4DE569C90C402A3CE4FA8BFFD8EC3897C8A89E21%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D549d0e528b7d8482%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaDk_QvfUF7pNTm7xLcw3uIXPrbM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-8202106904975376965?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=549d0e528b7d8482&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8202106904975376965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=8202106904975376965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8202106904975376965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8202106904975376965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/lily-and-chipmunks.html' title='Lily and the Chipmunks'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-2630016645855098577</id><published>2009-08-06T16:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:23:52.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two more days</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe my baby is going to be 4 in two days, seriously am I old enough to have a 4 year old?   Sometimes I forget that I'm almost 28 :(.  Don't even get me started on my birthday.  &lt;br /&gt;This week my mom has been down and it's been such a big help.  I can go run errands and not have to tote around two kids.  I've gotten all the stuff organized to take with us the day her party.  Goody bags are made and all that's left to do is the fruit basket and pick up the cookie cakes.  I'm so excited about her party and I hope it turns out ok.  &lt;br /&gt;Granny and Casey's mom are coming down tomorrow which is awesome because thats 4 more hands to help.  Thanks Mom, Jan and Granny for coming early to help me make Em's party perfect.  You guys rock!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-2630016645855098577?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2630016645855098577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=2630016645855098577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2630016645855098577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2630016645855098577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-more-days.html' title='Two more days'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-973941232197056282</id><published>2009-08-03T12:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:17:16.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The fish are taking over!!!</title><content type='html'>For Easter we got the girls a fish tank.  Casey still hates it but I think it's pretty relaxing to sit there and watch the fish.  The girls still love it.  Feeding time is a major event at our house.  We started off with 5 fish and 2 frogs.  We lost a few fish and replaced the 2 frogs but this is what our tank is up to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 frog (Volcano is his name, Glasses died last week)&lt;br /&gt;2 shrimp (candies and chubo, don't ask where she gets the names I have no idea)&lt;br /&gt;15 fish.  (3 have names but all the others look so much alike it's hard to name them.  Plus who can remember 15 fish names?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not a typo that 1-5.  We have a baby making fish tank.  I know the one that keeps having the babies but I don't know who the daddy is.  We only have 2 left out of the original 5.  We added a fish to kill all the snails that we acquired and all the rest are babies.  I found new babies in the tank this morning and I have no idea who the mom is this time.  I have no idea what to do.  I love our fish tank and our fish, but enough is enough.  Can you get fish spade and neutered??? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-973941232197056282?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/973941232197056282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=973941232197056282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/973941232197056282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/973941232197056282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/fish-are-taking-over.html' title='The fish are taking over!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-5161944783890405834</id><published>2009-08-03T10:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:16:00.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby's not a baby anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Snb-0YuUkoI/AAAAAAAAAUw/bQ6AQ2Hi1VA/s1600-h/IMG_1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Snb-0YuUkoI/AAAAAAAAAUw/bQ6AQ2Hi1VA/s320/IMG_1730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365756182001914498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this Saturday Emilee will be 4, it just doesn't seem possible to me.  Where has all the time gone???  I'm not as upset about this birthday as I was her 2nd.  I actually cried that morning.  I swear just yesterday I was pregnant with her and now she's going to pre-k.  &lt;br /&gt;Emilee is such a sweet girl, ya she has her moments but for the most part she's amazing.  If you would have told me right after she was born that she would be this easy of a child I would have laughed at you.  She was a horrible baby.  Cried all the time, hated food and was just a pill.  But then 18 months came along and poof she was great.  We could take her any where and do anything with her and she's was perfect.  The time I realized Emilee had matured is when we went out to eat at Mac's.  It was kinda late when we got there and then there was a wait, we finally got seated and had to wait some more for our food.  The whole time Emilee was amazing!!!!  She was so patient and polite.  &lt;br /&gt;Emilee is the best big sister I could have ever hoped for.  We were a little worried about how she would react when Lily got here but there was never a jealous moment.  She's so sweet to Lily even when Lily doesn't deserve it.  She truly loves her baby sister.  Now I just hope this lasts when they're teenagers.  They are getting to the age where they really like to play with each other.  It's really cute.  Emilee will set up a whole tea party and Lily will sit there for all of 10 seconds and then start taking all Em's cups.  Emilee gets a little frustrated but is never mean to her.  &lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever about how much this sweet girl means to me.  I couldn't have asked for a better little girl.  She's such a joy to be around and I cherish every moment we get.  I love you Emilee Taylor and you'll always be my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-5161944783890405834?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5161944783890405834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=5161944783890405834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/5161944783890405834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/5161944783890405834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-babys-not-baby-anymore.html' title='My baby&apos;s not a baby anymore'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Snb-0YuUkoI/AAAAAAAAAUw/bQ6AQ2Hi1VA/s72-c/IMG_1730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-3784347089386596374</id><published>2009-07-31T09:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:42:30.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Casey Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="clear: both"&gt;I'm so proud of my husband. He does so much for us I don't think I could ever thank him enough. Casey has been a recruiter for 2 years now and I think is finally getting in a groove. There's alot of stuff to go through in order to enlist people in the Air Force.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Casey had his fit test and annual evaluation. Of course he blew everyone out of the water during the fit test, that's just Casey. He's 29 can out run anyone and eat anything and not ever gain weight, without having to work out. Must be nice. I look at food and gain 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when you do your annual evaluation you get the form that your flight chief, superintendent and commander fill out. At first I just glanced over looking at the checked off boxes but then Casey told me to read the whole thing. His flight chief and superintendent wrote some really great things about him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both"&gt;Msgt Miller wrote that he was a true mentor, has stellar appearance and is a team player. He also wrote that he's the flight's top recruiter and has out performed 6 other recruiters. His last sentence was the most important.&lt;br /&gt;Ready for next step; only missing stripes... has outperformed more seasoned Tech's and Master's-- promote to Tech now. (For you non military people this is awesome.) TSgt is the next rank up and would mean more money!!! Now the odds of this actually happening aren't too good but it's still great to think his flight chief thinks so highly of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so his Superintendent is his flight chief's boss (am I losing you??) and she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Casey's enlistment success was key to the squadron vaulting 14 positions in the national competition moving up to #3. He is a superstar recruiter; exceeds all expectations... will excel as a career recruiter---&lt;u&gt;promote to TSgt immediately&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both"&gt;How great is that? Now remember, odds are against us that this could actually happen, but this is so flattering none the less. Casey is an awesome worker and doesn't always get the recognition he deserves. So here's to you baby!! I'm so proud of you. I love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br class='final-break' style='clear: both' /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-3784347089386596374?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3784347089386596374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=3784347089386596374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/3784347089386596374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/3784347089386596374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/casey-ryan.html' title='Casey Ryan'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-73666710203696708</id><published>2009-07-29T18:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:23:22.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I'm fully aware that I'm a dork!!</title><content type='html'>I can already here it from Katie on how big of a dork I am.  But in honor of our 10 yr. reunion coming up next month I made a playlist of songs.  Since I got my new car and I have XM for 3 months I've been hooked on the 90's on 9 station, it plays so many songs that we use to listen to in high school.&lt;br /&gt;I loved high school and it's fun to go back through pictures and remember all the stupid crazy things we did.  If I had to pick a favorite year it would probably be my senior year.  I'm sure that's the case for alot of people.  But our senior year we were all so close.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite high school memories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parties- it's hard to just pick one since there was several every single weekend.  But halloween at Marks and all the parties at my house would probably be top on my list.  (Jeni owes me big time for all of those.  She always promised to stay and help clean up but would disappear at the end of the night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men in Black and the stupid dance that went with it.  Jessica and Shannon I expect you to bust it out at our reunion so get practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the Grease soundtrack and the remix one Shanny had.  I think we had that whole cd memorized.  Ya we were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slumber party at Shannon's for the first day of school.  (Not sure it was the smartest way to start our senior year, but it sure was fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie always having cups that were bigger than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making signs at Wendy's for the Martin/Mansfield game and then going to roll all the mansfield people.  The best was Kristen Jones' house.  And yes Katie you were there, I'll get my pictures out to prove it.   Twizzlers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating popcorn and peanut butter-chocolate chip cookies with Jessica and watching Hope Floats for the 10,000th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a picture in my car with Jessica while listening to Sister Hazel.  Jess I know you remember what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for you by Sister Hazel.  This obsession started my junior year after a party at Blake Hays' house.  To this day it is still my absolute favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upper gym lobby.  This was probably the only time in my life that I ever got some where early.  Some how I managed to get to school at 7 just so I could socialize before the first bell.  Atleast I had my priorities straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing darts with Katy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching all the guys sing Road goes on Forever at Prom.  Looking back it was kinda silly, but it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our graduation party at Courtney Marnell's.  There are no words to describe how much fun we had there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our senior trip.  All of it was fun but the thing that sticks out most in my mind is Katie packing Jeni's suitcase the morning we had to go home.  Katie was always such a good mom.  And this memory makes me laugh out loud every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Craft's apartment and the fact that Jessica and I spent an entire day cleaning it from top to bottom.  Jess I don't think he ever took us out to Chili's for payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine and Jeni's apartment.  I'm a really hard person to live with (shocking, I know) so Jeni and I really only got along the first and the last month out of our lease.  The crazy lady underneath us would bang on the ceiling if we were to load.  She would also throw trash up on our balcony.  Classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica.  Everytime we were together we did the stupidest things and thought they were hilarious.  We still do and everyone still thinks we're crazy.  Zima, windshield wipers, taking the picture in the middle of the night in cancun and hearing Jeni and Katie getting mad at us. (just to name a few)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more memories but I don't want to bore the people who weren't there.  Plus I'm kinda forgetting some of them.  I guess I need to bust out my planners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was in the 21st century I would have a scanner and be able to upload some of these pictures, but I don't.  And it would be so hard to just pick a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-73666710203696708?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/73666710203696708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=73666710203696708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/73666710203696708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/73666710203696708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-im-fully-aware-that-im-dork.html' title='Yes I&apos;m fully aware that I&apos;m a dork!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-6207065706531152730</id><published>2009-07-26T23:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:53:01.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family pictures</title><content type='html'>My friend Wendy took our first set of family pictures last weekend.  It was so good getting to see her and for the chance to have her take our pictures.  She's been taking pictures for about 2 years and she's awesome!!  Since she has kids close to the age of ours I think it really helped Emilee feel at ease.  Thanks again Wendy I absolutely love them!!!  Check out her blog it's giggles n grins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-6207065706531152730?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6207065706531152730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=6207065706531152730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6207065706531152730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6207065706531152730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-pictures.html' title='Family pictures'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-4952712887876624187</id><published>2009-07-23T14:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:33:37.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not your ordinary bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Smi62AUV9aI/AAAAAAAAASs/HCuIRqM-Y7o/s1600-h/IMG_1825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Smi62AUV9aI/AAAAAAAAASs/HCuIRqM-Y7o/s320/IMG_1825.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361740793345602978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a picture of just any bed, this is the cutest bed in the world.  Emilee slept in this morning till around 8:30 she came out and watched some cartoons with Lily and ate some breakfast.  It wasn't until around 9 I walked into her room to check on Lily and this is what I found.  She came in and told me that when she woke up she made her bed all by herself.  How cute is that?!!  Granny is teaching her well.  Part of me really wanted to fix it to make it perfect but then realized that it was perfect.  She did it and that made it perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-4952712887876624187?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4952712887876624187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=4952712887876624187' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/4952712887876624187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/4952712887876624187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-your-ordinary-bed.html' title='Not your ordinary bed'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Smi62AUV9aI/AAAAAAAAASs/HCuIRqM-Y7o/s72-c/IMG_1825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-7147671942706843408</id><published>2009-07-22T09:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:00:00.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still unpacking</title><content type='html'>Well this is my first week back at the house by myself.  We're so use to always having Granny here with us, and when she's not it takes about a week to get adjusted.  The first week is by far the hardest for me.&lt;div&gt;We got back home on Sunday from DFW.  We had so much fun, too much actually because now I miss it even more.  Thanks to Granny and my mom we came home with suitcases full of clean and ironed clothes.  So you think unpacking the rest would be a breeze.  Well I hate unpacking.  It's such a pain.  Alot of our shower stuff, swim stuff and shoes still need to be unpacked and I just can't bring myself to do it.  Laziness I guess.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did however get up and dust, vacuum and windex the house this morning all before 9 am.  It's always good motivation when you know people are coming over.  Especially when it happens to be your neighbor with the perfectly spotless house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still need to upload all our pictures from our week in DFW and I'm still waiting on a cd of pictures that my mom took.  So as soon as I get around to that I'll post again.   Until then I guess I need to go unpack.   BLAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-7147671942706843408?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7147671942706843408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=7147671942706843408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/7147671942706843408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/7147671942706843408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-unpacking.html' title='Still unpacking'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-8172407699857245053</id><published>2009-07-14T12:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:22:06.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend and Hawaiian Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls and I came up to DFW for a week. I figured since this will be my last summer without a job I needed to take advantage of it. We've been here 4 days and we've been so busy. Saturday I had a shower for Katie in the afternoon and after naps we went out to Southlake to see Mimi, Vernon and Stacey. The girls had so much fun out there. We went by Mimi and Vernon's house to see it because I hadn't ever gotten the chance to see it. Then we went by Stacey and Greg's model home. It was the most amazing thing ever and I can't wait to see their's finished. After that we went to Stacey's to swim and eat pizza. The girls were so good and they had a blast. Needless to say they crashed when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we got up and went to Casey's parents house to swim. Casey's aunt and cousins were in town so it was nice to get to see them. And of course I didn't take pictures because that's what a good mom would have done. We left there and went back to my moms for a nap. After nap time we went out to Becky's to go swimming at their country club. It was a little hot but there was so much for the girls to do and they loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emilee and Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzEFRDM1yI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7rhsXSsFqxk/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358373251419264802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzEFRDM1yI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7rhsXSsFqxk/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzFYSi4ZxI/AAAAAAAAARA/s4RcidxVY80/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358374677749720850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzFYSi4ZxI/AAAAAAAAARA/s4RcidxVY80/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily at the splash pad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzFYzHSJWI/AAAAAAAAARI/ovYAMbISWKE/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358374686492337506" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzFYzHSJWI/AAAAAAAAARI/ovYAMbISWKE/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzFZcI6QpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/J7n5WIaLQkE/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358374697505014418" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzFZcI6QpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/J7n5WIaLQkE/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday we got up and met Katie and Brooks, Jess and Reed, Jeni and Jackson at Hawaiian Falls. Lily and I had never been and I fell in love with that place. The splash area was completely covered so my albino baby didn't get too much sun. Mom took Em all over the rest of the park while I got to catch up with the girls. It was so nice. I wish we could all get together more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooks and Jackson playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzJyHgmlHI/AAAAAAAAARY/sIXQAqX7nr4/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358379519510484082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzJyHgmlHI/AAAAAAAAARY/sIXQAqX7nr4/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson and his wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzJyg5gFlI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ziql45XS5sA/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358379526325802578" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzJyg5gFlI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ziql45XS5sA/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for a lunch break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzJzODl-vI/AAAAAAAAARo/q6XziZe7-cE/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358379538447727346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzJzODl-vI/AAAAAAAAARo/q6XziZe7-cE/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Reed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzJz6tHAoI/AAAAAAAAARw/IV-Y7wFBruQ/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358379550433018498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzJz6tHAoI/AAAAAAAAARw/IV-Y7wFBruQ/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grapes and cheetos yum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzLH2ysOJI/AAAAAAAAASA/4st0QlA1DzQ/s1600-h/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358380992491698322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzLH2ysOJI/AAAAAAAAASA/4st0QlA1DzQ/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooks with one of Em's diving toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzJ0rP6f-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/eyjklWCyHtM/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358379563463901154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzJ0rP6f-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/eyjklWCyHtM/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em, Reed and half of Lily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzLIQtFsaI/AAAAAAAAASI/Z4TPcgmyEUQ/s1600-h/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358380999447523746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzLIQtFsaI/AAAAAAAAASI/Z4TPcgmyEUQ/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reed was facinated with the bucket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzLI_lrEZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/aF3-SDsGBhA/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358381012032885138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzLI_lrEZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/aF3-SDsGBhA/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of 10 pictures this was the best.  It's hard with that many kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzLJPXWLdI/AAAAAAAAASY/cwm0f-zgBTU/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358381016267763154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzLJPXWLdI/AAAAAAAAASY/cwm0f-zgBTU/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks girls for driving all that way so we could hang out, I had such a good time.  Thanks mom for going with me and helping me with Emilee.  It sure did make the day more enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-8172407699857245053?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8172407699857245053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=8172407699857245053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8172407699857245053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8172407699857245053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-weekend-and-hawaiian-falls.html' title='Our weekend and Hawaiian Falls'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SlzEFRDM1yI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7rhsXSsFqxk/s72-c/DSC_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-6471028232256730785</id><published>2009-06-29T19:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:11:11.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>We had so much fun this weekend.  For us only being in DFW for 3 days we really crammed alot in and got to see alot of people.  Saturday we had a family reunion out in Denton and aside from the heat it was really nice.  I got to see alot of my family I hadn't seen in forever.  The girls were good for the most part.  Ok, let me re-phrase that.  Lily was good for the most part, Emilee was good the whole time.  Although she did take about a 2.5 hr. nap while we were out there.  Sunday when we got up I loaded up the car and Lily and I went to Casey's parents house for a little bit before we left to go back home.  My mom is keeping Em this week and I'm already missing her like crazy.&lt;div&gt;Yesterday when we got home we walked into the most beautifully cleaned house.  The yard was mowed, the garage was re-organized and cleaned out and our closet was cleaned up.  I had flowers waiting for me on the table and Granny got some candy.  I have the most amazing husband ever.  I was completely impressed.  Although he better be careful I might start going out of town more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two more weeks and we going home again.  The girls and I will be staying an entire week so I hope to get alot done while we're up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry this post has no pictures but I'm waiting for my mom to get me some.  I know it's not a very good excuse.  Hope everyone has a wonderful 4th if I don't blog again before that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-6471028232256730785?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6471028232256730785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=6471028232256730785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6471028232256730785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6471028232256730785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-weekend-in-nutshell.html' title='Our weekend in a nutshell'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-6591807649967770129</id><published>2009-06-26T15:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:57:04.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad blogger</title><content type='html'>I've been awful about blogging lately.  It might be the fact that I was taking two summer school classing and raising two kids, but hey I'm not making excuses.  Now that my respiratory class is officially over I can breath again, well atleast until August.  So I hope to get better about blogging.  I have so many pictures to share from the last month.  I'm at home in DFW for a family reunion so when I get home next week I'll be sure to share all the pictures.  Hope everyone has a great weekend, and don't get too hot out there. (I swear it's atleast 1,000 degrees outside today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-6591807649967770129?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6591807649967770129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=6591807649967770129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6591807649967770129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6591807649967770129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad blogger'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-9088865102568268540</id><published>2009-05-24T10:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:05:03.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Casey and I took the girls to the park and met up with our neighbors.  The kids had alot of fun and the weather was perfect.  Lily is still a little unsure of the whole park thing, she's more of a home body.  She did finally warm up to the swings and we did that forever.  Alan (our neighbor) brought some bread for the kids to feed the ducks and turtles and they thought that was pretty fun.  Lily wasn't too sure of the ducks.  She liked them from a distance but then they started swarming her and she freaked out.  All in all it was a good day for the park.  When we got home I had the wise idea of blowing up the pool for all the kids and we barely got the thing blown up and the clouds rolled in.  The water was freezing but the girls were troopers and swam even though their lips were blue.  No more than 1 minute after our other neighbors left it down poured and was pretty much like that for the rest of the day.  Atleast we got some time outside before the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/ShlvSeL3DII/AAAAAAAAAQg/-93kXJQ0Ihk/s1600-h/IMG_1555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/ShlvSeL3DII/AAAAAAAAAQg/-93kXJQ0Ihk/s320/IMG_1555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339421196355570818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeding the ducks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/ShlvSC7KTmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RP7S9eIGt2U/s1600-h/IMG_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/ShlvSC7KTmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RP7S9eIGt2U/s320/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339421189037772386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/ShlvR4UiBKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/f_D9qI_69A0/s1600-h/IMG_1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/ShlvR4UiBKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/f_D9qI_69A0/s320/IMG_1552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339421186191393954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear Emilee and Lily are my children even though they look just like Casey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/ShlvRpy5YaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XeRUbo-O7dA/s1600-h/IMG_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/ShlvRpy5YaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XeRUbo-O7dA/s320/IMG_1551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339421182292222370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/ShlvRX9tRDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0UXUtGgxzAc/s1600-h/IMG_1548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/ShlvRX9tRDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0UXUtGgxzAc/s320/IMG_1548.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339421177505727538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily taking a break from swinging to text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Shls2l7wuTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ooxqLaKk2Hw/s1600-h/IMG_1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Shls2l7wuTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ooxqLaKk2Hw/s320/IMG_1541.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339418518375938354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Shls2elmQTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Y1m-cdFSzlo/s1600-h/IMG_1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Shls2elmQTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Y1m-cdFSzlo/s320/IMG_1539.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339418516403929394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Shls2AK3hII/AAAAAAAAAPo/56EAyDELdGc/s1600-h/IMG_1537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Shls2AK3hII/AAAAAAAAAPo/56EAyDELdGc/s320/IMG_1537.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339418508238750850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em helping Lily up the stairs.  She's such a good big sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Shls12_ebdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-5Zv55YScJ8/s1600-h/IMG_1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Shls12_ebdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-5Zv55YScJ8/s320/IMG_1526.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339418505775050194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Shls1o4BE1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q4LPHIKagnY/s1600-h/IMG_1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Shls1o4BE1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q4LPHIKagnY/s320/IMG_1519.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339418501985669970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-9088865102568268540?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/9088865102568268540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=9088865102568268540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/9088865102568268540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/9088865102568268540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-at-park.html' title='Fun at the park'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/ShlvSeL3DII/AAAAAAAAAQg/-93kXJQ0Ihk/s72-c/IMG_1555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-5312726737557511017</id><published>2009-05-22T11:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:53:24.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull-up update</title><content type='html'>Well last night went really well.  Em only had one accident, which she was really upset about.  We put her to bed and she got up once before we went to bed to go potty then I tried to get her to go again before we went to bed, but she didn't need to.  So around 1:20 she came in crying saying she had an accident.  We changed the sheets and pj's and put her back to bed.  Around 4:30 I got her up and took her potty again just to avoid another accident.  And she woke up dry this morning.  I'm so proud of her and she's really proud of herself.  Casey and I told her that if she keeps waking up dry we'll take just her out to the fireplace.  That's was she calls the Japanese steakhouse we have here.  She loves it and is constantly asking to go eat there.  So I'll keep ya updated on her progress.  YEAH Emilee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-5312726737557511017?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-5608725174530949844</id><published>2009-05-21T20:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:05:23.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without pull-ups</title><content type='html'>Well tonight I decided to stop using pull-ups on Emilee.  I think pull-ups are a complete waste of money while trying to potty train, but night-time was different.  When Em potty trained during the day we went the cold turkey route and just started using panties.  It worked really well.  For some reason I just didn't want to deal with the whole night-time issue.  Until now...  She's way to old to be in a pull up, even if it is at night.  So we'll see how she does, it might be a long night.  But I have a feeling it'll only take a few nights and we'll be pull up free.  Keep your fingers crossed that I don't have to change the sheets too many times tonight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/ShYG9vLHnuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1y1bE1jrCRo/s320/IMG_1207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338462065999191778" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/ShYG9ypDdJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/LXKbmxaCzfE/s320/IMG_1210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338462066930054290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just because I think they're too cute.  Here's pictures of my babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-5608725174530949844?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/ShYG9vLHnuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1y1bE1jrCRo/s72-c/IMG_1207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-4111227932387773743</id><published>2009-05-18T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:50:02.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New week New class</title><content type='html'>Well I started back to school again today.  It was a nice week off, although it really wasn't long enough.  I decided to tough it out and take a mini-mester to get my Psychology out of the way.  So far I really like it.  My teacher is different.  She's very blunt, but in a good way.  I wish more teachers were strict about attendance and cell phones like she is.  Today was talked about childhood development and about they way you raise your kids.  I felt pretty good leaving there today.  I don't think I've screwed my kids up too bad, there are a few things I think I could work on but all in all I fit right in.  And I know it's just my teacher's opinion on this stuff but I still felt good.  &lt;div&gt;Well I better get back to reading.  My homework was to read 4 chapters, and believe me they're not short.  I'm beginning to wonder what I got myself into.  Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-4111227932387773743?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4111227932387773743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=4111227932387773743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/4111227932387773743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/4111227932387773743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-week-new-class.html' title='New week New class'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-8852750991042989837</id><published>2009-05-14T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:45:12.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Major meltdown</title><content type='html'>Ok when I say major I mean MAJOR.  &lt;div&gt;Emilee has been trying not to take naps lately, some days it works other days (like yesterday) it didn't work.  Most of the time she'll atleast go in and lay down for about an hour and other days you'll have to go in and wake her up because if it was up to her she'd probably sleep the afternoon away.  Emilee has always been my really good napper.  So I'm sad to see napping with her come to an end.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yesterday she NEEDED a nap.  She laid down probably about 30 minutes when she got up I let her lay down with me while I finished watching one of my shows.  She seemed ok.  We had to take Casey his clothes for his 2nd job at Outback (isn't he great!) and she fell asleep in the car.  My case in point that she still needs a nap everyday.  We went down to our neighbors for dinner and she acted great, it wasn't until we got home that the Evil Em came out.  I mistakenly fed the fish without asking her if she wanted to help and boy was that the wrong thing to do.  She then started screaming crying at me so I told her it was time for bed and turned her tv show off.  This marks the next big melt down.  She then goes screaming through the house for Granny, I guess to tell on me.  I put her pull-up on and told her Granny was outside but she couldn't go out there until she stopped crying.  She stopped and we found Granny outside.  I told her to tell Gran goodnight and she started screaming no at me.  To make matters worse our neighbors were outside, I can only imagine what they were thinking.   I brought her inside popped her on her mouth and told her that that's not how we talk to people and it was definitely time for bed.  Still screaming she climbed in bed, I told her I loved her even though she was being ugly and left.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very shocked last night because Emilee never acts like that.  Sure we have fits every now and then but NOTHING like that.  This morning she got up and I went in the living room to tell her good morning and she looked at me and said "Mommy I'm really sorry for being so ugly to you lasterday (this is how she says yesterday)."  My heart melted.  I was not expecting that at all.  I was so proud of her for not only remembering but actually saying it.   I took her to get donuts this morning before preschool and so far today she's been great.  We'll see how she is tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through the fits and the whining the crying and the clinging, I love my girls and it's hard to remember my life before them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-8852750991042989837?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8852750991042989837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=8852750991042989837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8852750991042989837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8852750991042989837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/major-meltdown.html' title='Major meltdown'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-4351488012008793780</id><published>2009-05-13T10:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:05:23.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty training</title><content type='html'>I think we are really close to potting training with Lily.  Lately we've been finding her in the bathroom trying to put her potty seat up on the potty.  By time we get in there she's already wet her diaper but we put her up there anyways.  This morning she came and got us twice to go sit on the potty.  She comes and finds you and then pulls you in there with her.  She hasn't actually gone for me yet, I think maybe she has for Granny but hey it's a start. It's actually really cute.  And she looks so cute sitting up there because she's so little.  I think we'll probably start working with her that way she'll be out of diapers faster.  Now if we could just get Emilee out of Pull-ups at night we'd be almost diaper free!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just because it wouldn't be a fun post without a picture.  Here is Lily with her first cute ponytail.  Poor baby still doesn't have hardly enough hair for one, but we did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SgrvQ57OlwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/FQ3IO-dlvGY/s320/IMG_1439.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335339782279960322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-4351488012008793780?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4351488012008793780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=4351488012008793780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/4351488012008793780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/4351488012008793780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/potty-training.html' title='Potty training'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SgrvQ57OlwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/FQ3IO-dlvGY/s72-c/IMG_1439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-8269837477804744422</id><published>2009-05-12T10:55:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:38:07.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SgmlNalWWxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/HeLWXHToeCY/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG'/><title type='text'>Lots of stuff</title><content type='html'>Here are the pictures from our backyard.  It's still not finished but it's definitely a start.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SgmlNCXS1tI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_IhzNFDamak/s320/IMG_1455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334976876988520146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SgmlNalWWxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/HeLWXHToeCY/s320/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334976883489921810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em found dirt and she was very proud of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SgmlNhlBy9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/ykiF3dy0eFM/s320/IMG_1456.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334976885367622610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These others are pictures I've taken of the girls the past few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing dressup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sgme9g0_bYI/AAAAAAAAANE/GZUOjeOWAAA/s320/IMG_1244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334970013218467202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at that belly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sgme98ZbW1I/AAAAAAAAANM/XKbfoHXOtwA/s320/IMG_1398.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334970020619049810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how Em wanted to pose for the camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sgme-FQq3fI/AAAAAAAAANU/StvNurMzgpI/s320/IMG_1410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334970022998236658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sgme-BgDXCI/AAAAAAAAANc/BM_sXvFRgqM/s320/IMG_1419.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334970021989014562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SgmiX0E5ZFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/JacfWN6dCek/s320/IMG_1408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334973763596936274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SgmiXA9Xm4I/AAAAAAAAANs/SHBpo6mT9y0/s320/IMG_1417.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334973749875153794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SgmiXazQPlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-TOoIYORD-c/s320/IMG_1421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334973756812050002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing in the sand box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SgmiXd_aq3I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Yc3W4tvNzfc/s320/IMG_1428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334973757668371314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SgmiXtCeM6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/77BzbN3BD84/s320/IMG_1429.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334973761707717538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-8269837477804744422?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8269837477804744422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=8269837477804744422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8269837477804744422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8269837477804744422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/lots-of-stuff.html' title='Lots of stuff'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SgmlNCXS1tI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_IhzNFDamak/s72-c/IMG_1455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-55274304082741469</id><published>2009-05-11T19:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:59:26.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The death of a dell</title><content type='html'>Well our computer officially died Saturday.  It was the worst mother's day present ever.  Not only was I trying to figure out how we were going to afford another computer but I was even more  devastated that I didn't get all my pictures off of it.  I'm still hoping that there's a way to get them.  Thank god for my mom, she has so many pictures of the girls that I have births, holidays, birthdays and things like that covered.  It's the little things I'm missing.  Like I said hopefully I can salvage just the pictures.&lt;div&gt;Granny was awesome enough to go buy a laptop for her to have and we can use until we can save up and buy what we want.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for our weekend we had a very productive one.  Saturday and Sunday we stained the fence and hung up all our decorative stuff that we'd bought from Hobby Lobby.  It looks so much better.  Now all we have to do is stain the deck finish spray painting the chairs and we should be about done.  I'll post pictures soon.  It looks so much better, I love it.  Thank you Granny for spending all day staining, you Rock!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as I get brave I'll post some more pictures.  Hope everyone had a great Mother's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-55274304082741469?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/55274304082741469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=55274304082741469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/55274304082741469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/55274304082741469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-of-dell.html' title='The death of a dell'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-2006147453403710867</id><published>2009-05-04T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:18:37.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well I took Emilee in today to be checked out for the swine flu.  I new she didn't have it but Casey thought it wouldn't hurt to take her in.  Friday she got a cough, Saturday night she had diarrhea and yesterday she laid around all day and then threw up right after she got out of the bath.  Today she seemed alot better just not much of an appetite, which for Emilee is very weird.  She went to bed without dinner or ice cream.  Very strange.  We'll probably keep her home from Mother's day out tomorrow so I don't get the rest of our neighborhood sick.  I like our neighbors and I'd like to keep on good terms with them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my final test for the semester for my respiratory lecture class today.  I made A's in both of my classes.  Now I just have to do good on my clinical final and case study presentation tomorrow.  Oh and speech.  Which I took because I thought it would be an easy A but my teacher is one of the deans and she grades pretty seriously.  I got a 7 out of 10 points for eye contact.  And not just because I didn't look up but because I didn't look over to the left side of the room enough.  I know, Seriously?!  So two more classes and hopefully I can pull off all A's!! Wish me luck.  Well I better get to bed, I have to dress up tomorrow for my presentation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-2006147453403710867?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2006147453403710867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=2006147453403710867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2006147453403710867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2006147453403710867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu.html' title='Swine flu'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-8120733777356391582</id><published>2009-05-01T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:58:51.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish</title><content type='html'>For Easter Casey, Granny and I bought the girls a fish tank.  I was really excited to do this for them but it has turned into a big undertaking.  I swear we've been to Petsmart 1000 times these past few weeks.  But it's worth it, the girls love watching the fish.  Initially we bought 5 fish and 2 frogs and I decided to let Emilee name all of them.  I thought I'd share their names because it cracks me up.  So here are the types of fish and their names.&lt;br /&gt;Black Molly - Tree&lt;br /&gt;Dalmation Molly- Spot (this is the only normal name she chose)&lt;br /&gt;Golden Molly- Cash&lt;br /&gt;Swordtail- Buster (she'd just finished watching Tigger and Pooh)&lt;br /&gt;A big one that I can't remember the type- Lobster&lt;br /&gt;Frog #1- Dula (Dula has since died and been replaced by Volcano)&lt;br /&gt;Frog #2- Percy (Percy has also died and was replaced by Glasses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how she came up with all of these names but it cracks me up.  And I think the best part of it is that she actually remembers them all.  If I call them the wrong name she is quick to correct me.&lt;br /&gt;Spot also had about 30 babies but we're down to 6.  They're pretty stinkin cute, but we're over our fish capacity for our tank, so I'm not too sure how that's going to work out. &lt;br /&gt;I have pictures of our fish but they're on my camera still and I'm too lazy to walk to my room to get it.  Maybe later.  Well off to study, again.  Hopefully next week we'll be my last week to study.  Well until my Maymester class starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-8120733777356391582?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8120733777356391582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=8120733777356391582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8120733777356391582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8120733777356391582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/fish.html' title='Fish'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-704973918777718930</id><published>2009-04-30T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:11:34.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back with lots of pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry about taking so long to post. I feel like I can never get caught up. I have really good intentions on blogging but it seems to be put on the back burner. This first post is from back in March. We went home for spring break along with some of our neighbors. We took the kids to the zoo and they had so much fun. I couldn't believe how well behaved they all were. Lily even impressed me, she did great. Well aside from peeing out of her diaper. And my being the prepared mom that I was didn't pack any extra clothes. So I put her sweater over her legs and zipped it up the back. It was hilarious and unfortunately I didn't get a picture. But here are some that my Mom took. We had so much fun and I can't wait to go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn1FEE1VRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5hl5swobz7U/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330561101311857938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn1FEE1VRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5hl5swobz7U/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn1F7zZaNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aVhiE1cs27Y/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330561116271110354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn1F7zZaNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aVhiE1cs27Y/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Emilee and Lois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn1GFpjAQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/emyPcweJqcI/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn1FZEyb5I/AAAAAAAAAME/C37fDQeRPcg/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330561106948812690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn1FZEyb5I/AAAAAAAAAME/C37fDQeRPcg/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Emilee, Lois and Jaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn1GFpjAQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/emyPcweJqcI/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330561118914150658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn1GFpjAQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/emyPcweJqcI/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Emilee and Pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn1GS5Y1dI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GCNkzT_F5Zk/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330561122470254034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn1GS5Y1dI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GCNkzT_F5Zk/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mommy and Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn2LHMhGYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6ZirOGaejYg/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330562304740235650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn2LHMhGYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6ZirOGaejYg/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Em being silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn2LnNaYbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bJ6wi4vgJZg/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330562313333924274" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn2LnNaYbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bJ6wi4vgJZg/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lily and Marme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn2LXNCXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/AUPANSBtst8/s1600-h/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330562309037382738" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn2LXNCXFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/AUPANSBtst8/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Em and Casey at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn2Lx2pmAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/28zEJROyrh0/s1600-h/DSC_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330562316191242242" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn2Lx2pmAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/28zEJROyrh0/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-704973918777718930?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/704973918777718930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=704973918777718930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/704973918777718930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/704973918777718930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back-with-lots-of-pictures.html' title='I&apos;m back with lots of pictures'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/Sfn1FEE1VRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5hl5swobz7U/s72-c/DSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-8108887219774048031</id><published>2009-02-18T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:32:36.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big milestones</title><content type='html'>Lily started walking the other day!!! FINALLY!  We've been working with her since right before her birthday, but she never showed any interest.  Sunday Casey and I were cleaning up the kitchen from lunch and I looked over to see Lily stand her self up, from a sitting position, pick up Emilee's booster seat and throw it.  I was so excited to see her stand up without any help.  So Casey and I moved her into the living room and told her to stand up again and she did it over and over and over again.  About the 10th time she got brave and took 4 steps to the coffee table.  I was beyond excited.  Since Sunday she's been doing it constantly.  I've been so ready for her to walk, she's always wanting out of her stroller when we're out and now it'll be nice to let her run around and run off some energy.&lt;br /&gt;She's also been doing another major milestone, but I'm not willing to jinx myself by saying what it is.  Emilee didn't do this until 16 or so months.  I'll give it another few weeks before I say anything.&lt;br /&gt;And to brag on myself a little, I got a 92 on my test in my cardiopulmonary disease class.  It felt so good to study and see it pay off.  So far in there I have a 94 and 92, if I can just keep it up I'll be exempt from my final.  YEAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-8108887219774048031?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8108887219774048031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=8108887219774048031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8108887219774048031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8108887219774048031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-milestones.html' title='Big milestones'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-2608798253533779692</id><published>2009-02-14T20:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:11:52.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's 12 month visit</title><content type='html'>We had Lily's 12 month visit last week.  Yes I am fully aware that she is almost 14 months old, I promise I was a good parent and didn't forget.  The first appointment she was sick with RSV, the second the stupid lady scheduled us on a training day (military for not open) and the next time I forgot I had school and scheduled it right in the middle of clinicals.  So the fourth appointment we finally made. &lt;br /&gt;My awesome neighbor Andrea watched Emilee so I could just deal with Lily at the Dr's office.  Which I'm so thankful for because by time it was all said and done we'd been there for two hours.  It was misserable.&lt;br /&gt;So here are her stats.  Height 30 in (56th), weight 21lb 15oz (60th) and I don't remember her head but it was some where around the 50th percentile.  All in all her visit went pretty well even though my child isn't walking and doesn't say very many words.  She says mama, dada, bye bye, uh oh, and baby.  She walks behind her baby stroller and man can she book it around the house and can manuever around anything but the second you let go of her she'll stand there and look at you then plop down.  The little toot won't even try by herself.&lt;br /&gt;She got 4 shots which was fun as usual and then she had to have blood taken.  I was thinking it was just going to be a little finger prick but they actually took blood from her arm.  It was the hardest thing ever to hold her down for that.  I learned that day how strong Lily really was.  Poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good visit, and now we get to go back in a month for the 15th month appointment.  More shots, YEAH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-2608798253533779692?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2608798253533779692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=2608798253533779692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2608798253533779692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2608798253533779692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/lilys-12-month-visit.html' title='Lily&apos;s 12 month visit'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-8927603151312700430</id><published>2009-02-14T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:02:30.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Em</title><content type='html'>So I said before how I was going to start writing down and remembering all the funny stuff Emilee comes up with.  Well like usual I haven't been doing it.  Yesterday and today Emilee has said stuff that just cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was eating crackers with pimento cheese on it (which normally I don't like but for some weird reason it sounded good) and Emilee was standing right underneath me talking.  She was looking up and I was looking down and I dropped a cracker.  Of course I had just finished putting pimento cheese on it and so it landed right smack in the center of her forhead, cheese side down.  The look on her face was priceless, like I had done it on purpose.  She freaked out and threw it on the floor, so now there is cheese on her forhead and on the floor.  By this point I was dying laughing, the sound of the cheese hitting and the look on her face was hilarious.  So the next part went like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: laughing&lt;br /&gt;E: "Stop laughing at me!!!"&lt;br /&gt;M: "Sorry baby that was really funny"&lt;br /&gt;E: "Fine go ahead laugh your mane off"&lt;br /&gt;M: more laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that have not seen Madagascar 2 that's where she got it from.  I'm sure this is not near as funny as it was when it happened but her tone of voice and her expressions were great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got her some Dora stuff for Valentines day.  I hate Dora but I knew how much she loves everything Dora so I got her a game, new cups (we have a cup and movie obsession at our house, we have 1000 of each), and a toothbrush.  She was beyond excited to get a present.  This afternoon after she got up from her nap this is what she said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: "Mommy I think we need to get the Christmas box down"&lt;br /&gt;M: "What Christmas box"&lt;br /&gt;E: "The one with the tree so we can put it together"&lt;br /&gt;M: "We just put it up not too long ago and Christmas is still a long ways away"&lt;br /&gt;E: "But we need to put it back up so you can make me some more presents"&lt;br /&gt;M: "I'm not an elf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently just because you have a tree up you automatically need presents under it.   Or maybe they just come in the box with the tree.  Wouldn't that be nice.  Paid for, wrapped and everything all you have to do it pull it out of the box and put them under the tree.  Maybe I'll invent that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-8927603151312700430?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8927603151312700430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=8927603151312700430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8927603151312700430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8927603151312700430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-em.html' title='Funny Em'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-1014508860617675980</id><published>2009-01-30T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:57:45.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite blogs to read is Steece's Pieces, well yesterday she posted a blog about a little girl named Tuesday and her fight with cancer.  All day long Tuesday was on my mind so tonight I took a break from studying to read the blog. &lt;a href="http://half12.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://half12.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; .  I read the whole thing.  I'm numb and I've never met these people before.  I read through their stuggles and their victories bawling the whole way.  As I was reading the last entry I looked up at the top of the page and saw that Tuesday died this evening.  And since then I haven't stopped crying.  How this could happen to a sweet little 2 year old that was fine 6 months ago is beyond me.  I can't even imagine what it must feel like for everything to be fine one moment and the next to be fighting cancer in your 2 year old.  My heart breaks for this family.&lt;br /&gt;Reading this blog has made me thankful I have two healthy and happy kids.  Kids I will never take for granted and kids that will always be the center of my everything.  My "new" New Years resolution is to cherish the small stuff.  This is something I don't do enough of.  I need to write down every silly thing Emilee comes up with and take pictures of all the cute things Lily does.  I pray that I will never know the pain that this family is having to deal with and my girls will always be healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-1014508860617675980?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1014508860617675980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=1014508860617675980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/1014508860617675980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/1014508860617675980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-1606774242784353311</id><published>2009-01-14T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:54:28.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray!!!</title><content type='html'>Granny's back!!!!  We are beyond excited that Granny has returned.  It's so nice to have her back with us and the girls are already warming up to her.  Just thought I'd share our excitement with everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-1606774242784353311?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1606774242784353311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=1606774242784353311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/1606774242784353311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/1606774242784353311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/01/hurray.html' title='Hurray!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-8400009281671978772</id><published>2009-01-09T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:22:52.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay-at-home Mommyhood</title><content type='html'>I've been out of school for a little over a month now, which means I've been a stay at home mommy.  This is something I always wanted to do and I was always so envious of people who could stay home.  I've come to realize that I'm not too good at this who staying at home thing.  I'm absolutely exhausted.  I always knew Granny did alot for us while she was here but I guess I always took it for granted.  She's amazing at everything.  I don't understand how she can get so much accomplished in one day and I can't seem to finish a task.  Yesterday I scrubed our kitchen floors, windexed all the windows, did some laundry and ironed and today you would have never known I did any of that.  The back door has dog nose prints all over it, I have a pile of laundry needing to be folded and all the girls stuff to be ironed.  Not to mention our dirty clothes basket.  I feel like I washed every bottle in America yesterday and there's already more to be washed again.  I just can't get a break. &lt;br /&gt;I love my girls more than anything in the world I just think I'm reaching that point where I need some Mommy time.  I need my hair cut and colored so back but I can't get in on a weekend for forever and I have no-one to watch the girls during the week.  I've been up the past two nights coughing my lungs up and getting about 4 hours of sleep.  I need a nap, a hair do and a paid shopping spree without kids.  Oh and a maid for a week would be great too.  So if anyone knows of a fairy god-mother who can get those things for me please let me know, I'm at my wits ends. &lt;br /&gt;So to all the stay at home moms you have my complete respect.  Staying at home is the hardest job in the world and it takes a very patient person to be able to do it.  I'm glad I have this opportunity to spend more time with the girls and for the most part I've really enjoyed it, it's just time for a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-8400009281671978772?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8400009281671978772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=8400009281671978772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8400009281671978772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8400009281671978772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/01/stay-at-home-mommyhood.html' title='Stay-at-home Mommyhood'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-2765992362573674464</id><published>2009-01-07T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:49:33.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mealtime drama</title><content type='html'>The past few nights have been horrible at dinner time.  Both my girls are really good eaters, so when they don't eat it's really frustrating to me.  With Lily being sick I completely understand why her appetite has changed but Emilee I think is just because she's being stubborn.  She's refusing to eat dinner.  This is the second night in a row that I'm sending her to bed with no dinner.  I feel like such a horrible mom but what else do I do??  It's not that she's not hungry because she is she just doesn't want to eat what I fix.  I'm not fixing anything weird and some of the things she even asks for and then I fix it and she won't eat it.  It's the most frustrating thing EVER!!  And I feel really bad for sending her to bed with nothing to eat, I just don't want her to think she can skip dinner and then get snacks later.  I always offer her dinner again after her bath but she always tells me she doesn't want it. O well I guess she'll eat when she's hungry, it still makes me feel bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-2765992362573674464?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2765992362573674464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=2765992362573674464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2765992362573674464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2765992362573674464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/01/mealtime-drama.html' title='Mealtime drama'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-6570599232019191746</id><published>2009-01-07T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:39:09.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally all better!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The past few weeks have been absolutely misserable in our house.  Lily started the week of Christmas with a runny nose that I just assumed was because of her teething.  The running nose turned into a horrible cough and extreme fussiness.  While it was nice seeing everyone for Christmas it was a very tiring trip.  I ended up taking Lily to Cooks Urgent Care in Hurst and they diagosed her with RSV, which I didn't really believe because they didn't do a RSV test and she hadn't been wheezing at all.  We still took all the precautions.  We came home a day early thinking that that would help her mood but it didn't.  Last week she progressively got worse and on Saturday her eyes were so swollen she didn't even look like the same baby.  I finally got her into the doctor this past Monday and yes she does have RSV along with an ear infection and pink eye.  And all of that on top of teething.  So I've been about ready to pull my hair out or trade her in for a happier baby.  I swear Lily has cried more in these last few weeks than she has her entire year of life.  She started her antibiotics and breathing treatments and I swear she's a new baby.  It's so nice to have my sweet Lily back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my excuse for slacking on all the pictures from Lily's B-day party and Christmas.  So as soon as I catch up on all my laundry and house work I'll start posting.  Pre-school is tomorrow so hopefully I can do it then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-6570599232019191746?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6570599232019191746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=6570599232019191746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6570599232019191746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6570599232019191746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-all-better.html' title='Finally all better!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-4560057606230243444</id><published>2008-12-17T20:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:00:26.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Ryan Davis</title><content type='html'>Now that today is almost over it's really hit me that my sweet baby is one. I've been dreading this day for weeks now. It just doesn't seem possible that a year could go by so fast, I swear it was just yesterday that I got to see her for the first time. Lily is such an amazing baby and she's truely been a blessing to have. She's the happiest baby and very rarely cries. Which after having Emilee Lily seemed like a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 17, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey and I woke up to go to the hospital for my scheduled c-section at 5 am. My surgery was scheduled for 7. Everything went well except for the waiting. I'm not a very patient person to begin with so when my start time kept being pushed back I got really anxious. Finally they wheeled me back to the operating room to get started. It took the dang anesthesiologist 35 minutes to give me my spinal. It was the most uncomfortable and painful thing I've ever been through, nothing like when I had Emilee. Once all that was in place they let Casey in and the doctor did his work. Lily Ryan Davis was born at 9:06 am and was 7 lbs. 6 oz and 19 1/2 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was pregnant with Lily I always worried that I wouldn't think she was as cute as Emilee and was scared that I would love her as much as I did Emilee. That was far from the case. It was love at first sight and she was just as beautiful as her sister. At first they really didn't look much alike but it didn't take long for that to change. I love the saying "Children fill a whole in your heart you never knew existed". That sums it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of Lily over the past year. I still can't believe my sweet Lily is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUm6xGhyGjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xDoAXq6FEzY/s1600-h/Lily+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280957390797281842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUm6xGhyGjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xDoAXq6FEzY/s320/Lily+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUm6xvI20XI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CVKPhfsuG2A/s1600-h/Lily+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280957401698586994" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUm6xvI20XI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CVKPhfsuG2A/s320/Lily+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUm6xxGLeBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JhvKaILgwng/s1600-h/Lily+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280957402224228370" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUm6xxGLeBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JhvKaILgwng/s320/Lily+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnAbAFNUgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FPikNuXHOLg/s1600-h/christmas+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280963608179462658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnAbAFNUgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FPikNuXHOLg/s320/christmas+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnAbl7Bo9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/kVvZtUWHDSM/s1600-h/christmas+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280963618337301458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnAbl7Bo9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/kVvZtUWHDSM/s320/christmas+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUm6yfJ0n9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9bGvw1XFiXg/s1600-h/Lily+061_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280957414587539410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUm6yfJ0n9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9bGvw1XFiXg/s320/Lily+061_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnAaeajGJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UmF1nEjgWuI/s1600-h/Lily+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280963599142164626" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnAaeajGJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UmF1nEjgWuI/s320/Lily+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnAcK8aQyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DMiiHuAEtjY/s1600-h/Valentines+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280963628275221282" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnAcK8aQyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DMiiHuAEtjY/s320/Valentines+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnDOEE17DI/AAAAAAAAAKA/H9xEGyxIFss/s1600-h/DSC_0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280966684448255026" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnDOEE17DI/AAAAAAAAAKA/H9xEGyxIFss/s320/DSC_0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnDOQZuSMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/X4JdXPPDdXI/s1600-h/girls+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280966687757060290" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnDOQZuSMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/X4JdXPPDdXI/s320/girls+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnDPCJ6TrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vWYKI-Hhh-A/s1600-h/IMG_0834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280966701112512178" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnDPCJ6TrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vWYKI-Hhh-A/s320/IMG_0834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnDOnesYsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JPhzv5Now18/s1600-h/DSC_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280966693951922882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnDOnesYsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JPhzv5Now18/s320/DSC_0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnDPVpPmFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/56eLD0iM5hU/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280966706344204370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnDPVpPmFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/56eLD0iM5hU/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnIVTFcMhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/J7Lxh9n6vB4/s1600-h/September08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280972306294518290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnIVTFcMhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/J7Lxh9n6vB4/s320/September08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnIV10q_aI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HkkpJOjR-xc/s1600-h/October+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280972315619425698" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnIV10q_aI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HkkpJOjR-xc/s320/October+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving and Lily's b-day party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnIWbO7gYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/h-cL9jK34Es/s1600-h/DSC_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280972325661671810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnIWbO7gYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/h-cL9jK34Es/s320/DSC_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnIWtR7s8I/AAAAAAAAALA/3qub62HTY8o/s1600-h/DSC_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280972330506105794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnIWtR7s8I/AAAAAAAAALA/3qub62HTY8o/s320/DSC_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating oreos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnIXK0tQdI/AAAAAAAAALI/QchDs_408V4/s1600-h/December+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280972338436587986" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnIXK0tQdI/AAAAAAAAALI/QchDs_408V4/s320/December+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnJvzDaMTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WTDcRhFpqqY/s1600-h/December+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280973861064159538" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnJvzDaMTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WTDcRhFpqqY/s320/December+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnJwA1upII/AAAAAAAAALY/AEf4oDOyFco/s1600-h/December+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280973864764875906" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnJwA1upII/AAAAAAAAALY/AEf4oDOyFco/s320/December+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnJwbWRSiI/AAAAAAAAALg/RajAfQ5UPfY/s1600-h/December+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280973871880686114" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUnJwbWRSiI/AAAAAAAAALg/RajAfQ5UPfY/s320/December+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday sweet baby girl you've been such a blessing to us.  I look forward to watching you grow more and more every year.  I love you Lily!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUm6ysLHprI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/h-fanadbrY4/s1600-h/Lily+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-4560057606230243444?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4560057606230243444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=4560057606230243444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/4560057606230243444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/4560057606230243444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/12/lily-ryan-davis.html' title='Lily Ryan Davis'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SUm6xGhyGjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xDoAXq6FEzY/s72-c/Lily+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-6735987914788100084</id><published>2008-12-16T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:17:52.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected</title><content type='html'>Well I've been neglecting my blog for the past 6 weeks.  I just never can find the time to sit down and write what's been going on.  I'm finished with school until Jan. 20th so I'll have much more time on my hands.  That is if I could stop reading the Twilight books.  I'm officially hooked. I finish one and I run to the store to buy the next.  It's really pathetic actually.  I've even got Casey addicted now.  So my house work has been pushed to the back burner along with wrapping presents.  Two more to go and I'll be back to the land of the living.&lt;br /&gt;Lots has happend since I last wrote, I'm not even sure where to start.  We had a great Halloween.  We had all of our neighbors over before hand then we all went trick-or-treating together.  It was a little crazy but the kids had fun.  I of course didn't take any pictures so I'll have to get some from my neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving we went up to DFW for the weekend.  We had Thanksgiving day at my sister's in Carrollton, it was so nice.  I can't remember the last time that we went out to their house.  Lily was very clingy to me but other than that we had a good time.  The next day we had Lily's 1st birthday party.  Like the day before Lily was extremely clingy but I think she was a better birthday girl than Emilee was at that age.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll post some pictures tomorrow afterall it is Lily's 1st birthday. :(  I can't believe a year as gone by that fast.  I almost cried last night and I can probably guarantee that tomorrow at 9:06 am I'll cry.  It's just not right that my baby is already a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-6735987914788100084?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6735987914788100084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=6735987914788100084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6735987914788100084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6735987914788100084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/12/neglected.html' title='Neglected'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-5049302193440798077</id><published>2008-10-30T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:40:09.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a mess</title><content type='html'>One of Lily's favorite things to do is to get into the cabinet with all their movies and pull them all out. Most of the time she does it one by one inspecting each DVD. The first few times it was pretty funny but now it drives me crazy. I'm sure Granny can agree that all we do is clean up DVD's. She's still really cute while she's doing it though. What a toot. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQopWo__E1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zB1ylmLwNGE/s1600-h/October+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263064583475499858" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQopWo__E1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zB1ylmLwNGE/s320/October+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQopXAH6VKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HLA4f5BzAhw/s1600-h/October+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263064589682758818" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQopXAH6VKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HLA4f5BzAhw/s320/October+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQopXh7eTOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XOoCnP0WFTU/s1600-h/October+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263064598757395682" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQopXh7eTOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XOoCnP0WFTU/s320/October+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQopYHpVVlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8HP2fAMl1fE/s1600-h/October+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263064608881858130" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQopYHpVVlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8HP2fAMl1fE/s320/October+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5174649654661287139-5049302193440798077?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5049302193440798077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=5049302193440798077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/5049302193440798077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/5049302193440798077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-mess.html' title='What a mess'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQopWo__E1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zB1ylmLwNGE/s72-c/October+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-805600168079878392</id><published>2008-10-27T20:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:03:28.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pictures I've taken lately. Not too many of Em because she's anti-camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily and her favorite white bear on her 9 month birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZth5W2qAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yHaiqncKbNY/s1600-h/October+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262013643728791554" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZth5W2qAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yHaiqncKbNY/s320/October+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily making her goofy face. (I love her little foot in the background)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZtiIzZw9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Or--F-Ymr6o/s1600-h/October+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262013647875064786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZtiIzZw9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Or--F-Ymr6o/s320/October+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily (with a big bump on her head) attacking Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZti29cUgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4viQpN3-2h0/s1600-h/October+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262013660265206274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZti29cUgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4viQpN3-2h0/s320/October+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you ask Lily to make a silly face this is what she does. The more you laugh the more she keeps doing it. It's hillarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZtjYIn5lI/AAAAAAAAAHM/an2PKNR-cm8/s1600-h/October+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262013669170472530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZtjYIn5lI/AAAAAAAAAHM/an2PKNR-cm8/s320/October+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily was suppose to be sleeping and I went to check on her and this is what I found. It was so cute her feet we swinging away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZtilrsJLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/e48JoAMpjPU/s1600-h/October+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262013655627343026" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZtilrsJLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/e48JoAMpjPU/s320/October+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granny got them matching pj's and I thought they looked so cute in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZwRYu1a2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/-x57yle8lsY/s1600-h/October+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262016658627980130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZwRYu1a2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/-x57yle8lsY/s320/October+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZwRpfSXzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6NXCtOLsYnA/s1600-h/October+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262016663126171442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZwRpfSXzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6NXCtOLsYnA/s320/October+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZwSQ2l_yI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eCQuJFrkK10/s1600-h/October+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262016673692909346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZwSQ2l_yI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eCQuJFrkK10/s320/October+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em posing for the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZwTLrZg0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/a42npgevws4/s1600-h/October+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262016689483645762" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZwTLrZg0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/a42npgevws4/s320/October+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily just being cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZwUeBpwqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4JDkiDJxbfw/s1600-h/October+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262016711588692642" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZwUeBpwqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4JDkiDJxbfw/s320/October+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-805600168079878392?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/805600168079878392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=805600168079878392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/805600168079878392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/805600168079878392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/lots-of-pictures.html' title='Lots of pictures'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SQZth5W2qAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yHaiqncKbNY/s72-c/October+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-4929876420945823924</id><published>2008-10-27T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:12:50.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend adventures</title><content type='html'>This past week/weekend we were in DFW.  I love going home so much but at the same time it's always nice to come back to our house.  If we could just pick up our house and move it to DFW life would be great.&lt;br /&gt;Casey had his annual dinner for the recruiting squadron.  It was fun to get all dressed up but the dinner itself was kinda boring.  While Casey was in meetings all day I went across the street to the Galleria to shop.  It was so nice to be in an actual mall.  I almost forgot was that was like.  I got the girls their Christmas outfits at Children's place and had to force myself not to buy the whole entire store. &lt;br /&gt;Friday night Casey took me to Texas De Brazil for doing so good in all my classes this semester.  If I get dinners like that I'll be sure to make all A's every semester.  Dinner was amazing, I haven't had a meal that good in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;My mom watched the girls for us while we were in Dallas and I think she had a pretty good time with them.  Lily was a little toot for her but Emilee was really good.  This was the first time Lily was away from us and I think it kinda freaked her out.  We picked her up Saturday morning and all day long she clung to me.  I was the only one who could look at her, hold her or do anything for her.  It was a very long day.&lt;br /&gt;So all in all we had a really good weekend.  I did however become the world's worst friend and forgot Katie's birthday.  I reminded myself all week of her birthday and when it came down to it I forgot.  So I know I already told you once but I owe you big time.  HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY KATIE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-4929876420945823924?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4929876420945823924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=4929876420945823924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/4929876420945823924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/4929876420945823924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-adventures.html' title='Weekend adventures'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-2301189207169716579</id><published>2008-10-12T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:57:10.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ears, the staph and the rash.....</title><content type='html'>Well the past few days have been incredibly exciting in our house!  Ok not really but they have been a little bit more crazy than normal.  Wednesday Lily started running a 102 fever that would only go down with motrin or tylenol but would spike back up as soon as it wore off.  At first I just thought it was teething but 102 is way to high for just teething.  So first thing Thursday I called to get her an appointment and three hours later I finally get my appointment set up. I love not having to pay for insurance but at the same time I don't want my baby to suffer.  So she ended up having an ear infection.  We caught it pretty early so hopefully she'd start feeling better fast.  After a miserable night with Lily on Thursday I woke up to find Emilee's ankle completely swollen and oozing. I know, gross.  So finally after 2 hours of waiting for people to call me back I finally got her in to see the doctor.  And yes my poor baby got a staph infection on her foot.  I meant to take a picture of it but with all the kaos I forgot.  It was so swollen you couldn't even see her ankle bone anymore.  It was kinda reddish blue and really hot.  The doctor called us in some strong medicine along with some cream.  Both of which she gets three times a day.&lt;br /&gt;So I finally start thinking that things are going to calm down.  Well I  bought Lily some different food yesterday when I went grocery shopping, she really seemed to like it except for the fact that she broke out in a horrible rash.  We immediately stopped giving it to her but by that time it was all over.  It didn't seem to bother her until about an hour after she went to sleep, she woke up screaming uncontrollably.  At one point I thought she was going to pull her ears off, so I had no idea if it was from the rash or her ear infection.  I called Katie and she calmed me down she told me to give her some benedryl.  It helped.  I'm not sure that it helped the rash but it atleast put her to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;So it's been such an exhausting weekend.  I'm so glad that Granny stayed the whole weekend, I probably would have lost my mind with out her.  Oh and did I mention that I have 7 tests this week?!?!?!  Well gotta go my fussy baby is crying again.  And I think that this weekend has sealed the deal that we're only having 2 kids.  I couldn't handle a fussy baby again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to post some pics soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-2301189207169716579?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2301189207169716579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=2301189207169716579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2301189207169716579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2301189207169716579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/ears-staph-and-rash.html' title='The ears, the staph and the rash.....'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-3691221247148969583</id><published>2008-10-07T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:42:29.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Promised post</title><content type='html'>I'm finally getting around to the blog I promised about all the things going on lately.  Acutally I still don't have time to write this I'm just procrastinating my school project. (which I'm great at, procrastinating not projects)  It's been a few weeks now but I took Lily in for her 9 month check up and she's perfect.  She was 19 lbs. 8 oz. and 27 in. (i think, it's been too long now).  She's in the 57% for her weight and 58% for her height and 64% for her head.  The doctor said she looked like she was getting plenty of food and pretty much just let her have what ever she'll eat, which is pretty much everything. &lt;br /&gt;That next week she finally started crawling.  She had been taking a few little shuffles but hadn't really shown any interest in crawling.  I was taking some pictures of her and she thought she needed the camera and there ya go, she's been crawling ever since.  She's pretty good about not getting into stuff but when she does and you tell her no she just looks at you and smiles.  For now it's hilarious we'll see how I feel about that in a few more months.  I love that big gummy smile.&lt;br /&gt;We finally have one tooth!! Actually we have one very crooked tooth and three more on their way.  So there's lots of drool and running noses lately.  I try and take pictures but she doesn't let me get that close without attacking the camera.&lt;br /&gt;Emilee has been back at mother's day out for a month now and is doing great.  We haven't had any days of crying and screaming when she get's dropped off.  Maybe she has finally outgrown that age!! THANK GOODNESS.  But we've traded for lots of attitude and a bazillion questions.  "Mommy why is it time for bed?" "Because it's dark outside" "Why is it dark outside?"  "Because the sun went to bed" "Why did the sun go to bed?" "Because it was tired".  You see how that goes.  She can ask 100 questions in a matter of minutes.  At first it was really cute but now it's a little annoying.  I try and just answer her and change the subject but she usually will start it up again about other things.  Sometimes it's pretty funny how long she'll go on.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's our life lately nothing else really going on.  Any suggestions on school and how not to loose my mind please let me know, I'm on the verge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-3691221247148969583?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3691221247148969583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=3691221247148969583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/3691221247148969583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/3691221247148969583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/promised-post.html' title='Promised post'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-5872080032539746021</id><published>2008-10-02T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:59:39.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>The rules: List 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 goals, 3 current obsessions/collections, and 3 facts about yourself. Tag 3 people at the end of your post by leaving their names. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Joys:&lt;br /&gt;1) Emilee and Lily&lt;br /&gt;2) Family&lt;br /&gt;3) Friends I don't know what I'd do without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Fears:&lt;br /&gt;1) Tornados- I absolutely hate them and after our close encounter with one this spring I'm now terrified.  I pretty much stay up until the storm is passed and I know it's safe to sleep&lt;br /&gt;2) Not being able to see my girls grow up.  I know this is a crazy thought but I can't even begin to imagine not seeing my girls with their own families.&lt;br /&gt;3) Not passing school.  Right now this is all I ever do, study, study, study.  My brain hurts and I'd hate to be going through all of this just to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Goals:&lt;br /&gt;1) Be more patient with my kids.  Emilee is at that stage that'll wear you out, I just need to remember she's only 3 and kids aren't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;2) Learn to be a better student.  I have diagnosed myself with ADD and I really want to work on focussing more while I'm studying.&lt;br /&gt;3) Be better at taking pictures and videos of the girls.  I am aweful about doing it and I just need to remember to more often.  I love looking back at old pictures and videos when I was little and Emilee has started watching all her videos from when she was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Current obsessions/collections&lt;br /&gt;1) Blogging - I'm completely obsessed with it.  Mainly reading other peoples because I just don't feel like mine is very entertaining.  I always think of stuff I need to write but I can never seem to find the time.&lt;br /&gt;2) Losing weight but not actually wanting to try.  I think about it all the time and really want to be skinny, I just can't force myself to change.  I know I need to though.&lt;br /&gt;3) Shopping.  With me not working we really don't have the money.  But everyday I can find something to waste some money on, even if it's a dollar, it makes me feel better just to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Facts about myself:&lt;br /&gt;1) I am a full time student for the first time since high school.&lt;br /&gt;2) I like eating M&amp;amp;M's that are a little bit melted.&lt;br /&gt;3) I can't decide between two or three kids. I love being pregnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-5872080032539746021?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5872080032539746021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=5872080032539746021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/5872080032539746021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/5872080032539746021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-6992498655430545977</id><published>2008-09-30T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:29:50.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy life</title><content type='html'>I promise I haven't forgot about blogging, I just can't seem to find enough time in my day to sit down and write.  I'm sure if I did it would probably relieve some stress I have building up, but time is against me.  I have so much to blog about but it'll have to wait until this weekend.  Lily had her 9 month dr. appointment and has hit so many milestones.  So I promise I'll catch up this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-6992498655430545977?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6992498655430545977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=6992498655430545977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6992498655430545977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6992498655430545977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-life.html' title='Crazy life'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-6482319712295476039</id><published>2008-09-16T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:36:52.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart kid</title><content type='html'>I am officially the smartest person in the world.  So I'm sitting here studying for my test and I decide that it's getting late and probably should go ahead and pump.  I've been putting if off long enough so I got up got all the bottles and attachments ready to go and begin to look for my pump.  I look and look and look, no pump.  Search my whole house, my car, everything, still no pump.  Panic sets in along with really uncomfortable boobs.  The last place I had it was at school when I pumped at 2.  My school is in a hospital which is good, but the classroom is locked, I should know because I was the last to leave so I pulled the door shut.  So Casey took me up there to search the building over and find someone with keys.  Luckily there was someone outside smoking and he let us in.  We found a housekeeper and she said that she had seen it in the classroom.  Thank god it was there!!!  This is definately a mistake I'll never make again.  So now I'm back home studying and pumping.  Wish me luck on my test tomorrow, I need it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-6482319712295476039?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6482319712295476039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=6482319712295476039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6482319712295476039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6482319712295476039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/09/smart-kid.html' title='Smart kid'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-8166594852345825542</id><published>2008-09-15T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:14:43.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like her Mommy</title><content type='html'>So Emilee woke up one day after her 3rd birthday and decided to develop an attitude.  At first it was just little things like saying "no" but saying it ugly, then it was not listening when we asked her to do something.  Now it has turned into just plain hatefulness.  She mainly does it to Casey, but she find something that she knows will make you sad and do it on purpose.  I'm not sure where this child came from but I'm kinda missin my 2 yr. old.  She's not always like that but lately evil Em has been coming out more and more.  This week we decided to really start cracking down on bad behaivor.  I'd much rather deal with it as a toddler than as a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still not getting school.  Hopefully one day I will, until then I'll have to stick with guessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-8166594852345825542?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8166594852345825542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=8166594852345825542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8166594852345825542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8166594852345825542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-like-her-mommy.html' title='Just like her Mommy'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-2993217453140368890</id><published>2008-09-13T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:25:11.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the little things</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm completely aware that I just did a post however......  I just saw the preview for Grey's Anatomy and I'm so excited.  Even though I don't get to watch tv at all anymore there will always be time to watch my Grey's.  Just thought I'd let you in on the exciting things in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-2993217453140368890?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2993217453140368890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=2993217453140368890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2993217453140368890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2993217453140368890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-little-things.html' title='It&apos;s the little things'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-5197703358329658611</id><published>2008-09-13T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:22:11.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know it's been too long since I last wrote but my plate is completely full lately. This whole school thing is taking up so much of my time, and I'm still struggling. Well enough about me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emilee started back to mother's day out at the beginning of the month. She's back to going twice a week and I think she's really enjoying it. She's started understanding what it means to have friends. Now we have friends and we have best friends. It's so funny. I swear she comes up with the funniest things some times. I hate that I can't remember them like I always think I will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Emilee's birthday she all of the sudden hit the terrible three's. Well she's not terrible but she definately more testy. She's been saying no alot more and it's not the fact of her saying "no" it's the attitude behind it. If she has this much attitude at three what in the world is she going to be like at 15?!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily is growing up so fast. It's hard to believe that next week she'll be 9 months. This past month she's started doing so much more. She's up on on fours and rocking back and forth. I don't think it'll be too much long until she takes that first crawl. She's also getting her first two teeth. Poor baby, instead of just going through the pain of one tooth she's getting two. She's also fighting off a cold which has led to a nasty cough all on top of teething. She's my poor little sick baby the past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's eating everything that you put in front of her. I've started trying to feed her more and more people food. I still give her baby food but I want her to get use to having something to chew on. That is one mistake I think I made with Emilee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's all the updates I can think of at the moment. I am going to try and make an effort to update this website once a week atleast. It takes all of 5 minutes and I just need to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures that I took the other day of the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMx_DGFwH4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/APWzh05uAd8/s1600-h/September08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245707357130858370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMx_DGFwH4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/APWzh05uAd8/s320/September08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMx_D6L3BsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kb0MdZ6-V94/s1600-h/September08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245707371115120322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMx_D6L3BsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kb0MdZ6-V94/s320/September08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMx_Dga3y_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/q6FJckWeoMc/s1600-h/September08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245707364198763506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMx_Dga3y_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/q6FJckWeoMc/s320/September08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMx_EcCIh3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/PtTwQ4YrQyk/s1600-h/September08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245707380201129842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMx_EcCIh3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/PtTwQ4YrQyk/s320/September08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up on all fours!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMx_E40Ro5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/NM6D6VECbfQ/s1600-h/September08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245707387927634834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMx_E40Ro5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/NM6D6VECbfQ/s320/September08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See my teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMyB5TZ023I/AAAAAAAAAGA/1IlFzMk8pio/s1600-h/September08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245710487440907122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMyB5TZ023I/AAAAAAAAAGA/1IlFzMk8pio/s320/September08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Messy dinner girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMyB5lCqWII/AAAAAAAAAGI/jSIMpd1ga9Q/s1600-h/September08+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245710492175587458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMyB5lCqWII/AAAAAAAAAGI/jSIMpd1ga9Q/s320/September08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMyB58PzSHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rWcZAog7OnE/s1600-h/September08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245710498404714610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SMyB58PzSHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rWcZAog7OnE/s320/September08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5174649654661287139-5197703358329658611?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5197703358329658611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=5197703358329658611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-5062586436454662116</id><published>2008-08-29T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:48:42.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our week and the Dr. visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I'm officially a full time student now and it's so much more overwhelming than I  had ever imagined.  Three out of the five that I'm taking are eight week courses so they move faster than the others.  All five involve tons of reading and memorizing.  I'm beginning to think I've gotten in to far over my head.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jackson came down to visit on Wednesday and I think he and Em had a good time playing.  It's amazing the difference in play between a boy and a girl. I can definately tell I'm use to little girls.  Boys are much rougher and active.  But they were both pretty good thought the visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday Casey took Em to the Doctor for her 3 yr. old check up.  Well ever since Emilee turned 3 she developed some what of an attitude.  Yes, she's always had an attitude but now she's much more voiced.  So the Doctor visit didn't go very well, she didn't want to do any of the things the doctor asked her to do (which is very imbarrassing).  The doctor asked Emilee to bend over and touch her toes so she could check her spine, she didn't want to at all but ended up giving in.  While she was bent over I guess she decided she didn't want to do that any more and jumped up.  Well when she did that the Doctors face happened to be right near Emilee's head.  To make a very imbarrassing story short, Emilee broke the Doctors nose.  I feel so terrible for that doctor and I pray to God my child doesn't get sick because we're not going to go back there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well that's our week in a nut shell.  Right now I'm hoping Lily will give in and fall asleep so I can study for a little bit.  Wishful thinking I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-5062586436454662116?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5062586436454662116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=5062586436454662116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/5062586436454662116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/5062586436454662116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-week-and-dr-visit.html' title='Our week and the Dr. visit'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-2810243468802876090</id><published>2008-08-22T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:14:10.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Em's birthday weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm a little late on posting birthday pictures from Emilee's parties. But I thought better late than never. Em's birthday was Friday August 8th, we really didn't do anything crazy. My mom and sister came down and we opened some presents and mom bought her a cake because she wasn't going to have one at her party (we did dirt pudding).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237524504493400274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9syYi7oNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/H3bLuWmnVW8/s320/Em+3+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237524513705864882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9sy63WrrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r1dbzoe8ZTk/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I know it wasn't Lily's birthday but I couldn't resist this picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237524519504324066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9szQd0JeI/AAAAAAAAADE/eyFNgRgIITQ/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237524530783687554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9sz6fBk4I/AAAAAAAAADM/t-HjD1toGh8/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237524534024775186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9s0GjwphI/AAAAAAAAADU/Bw-qoKoUyN8/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So the next day we had Em's birthday party with all of her friends. I think for the most part it turned out really well. Emilee had alot of fun. She got tons of new toys. This is probably the first birthday that I asked for toys. Em wasn't much of a toy baby and even up until recently she just wasn't interested. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237527218227751106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9vQV_nqMI/AAAAAAAAADc/7Bvx5a1bxzE/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237527226669852930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9vQ1cX6QI/AAAAAAAAADk/gM7gXNkVJSI/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237527232222392626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9vRKIM8TI/AAAAAAAAADs/0z0ANJgvj0w/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237527240058339490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9vRnUcAKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/x4znTdx_OFs/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237527242874756242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9vRxz7HJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RH12DO3sa-U/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On Sunday Em left with Marme and Aunt Becky to spend the week in DFW. I missed her like crazy but she had so much fun. Marme took her to Six Flags, a bounce house and to ride on a train. She also had one more party. She keeps asking when her birthday is.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9xzJ6alQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KorC86zIptc/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237530015303374082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9xzJ6alQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KorC86zIptc/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9xzTTwelI/AAAAAAAAAEM/k92Ecn1n30g/s1600-h/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237530017825585746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9xzTTwelI/AAAAAAAAAEM/k92Ecn1n30g/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9xznggtnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Si_3GqRvFLY/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237530023247787634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9xznggtnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Si_3GqRvFLY/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9x0FCFPiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cJT9IK9adYY/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237530031173221922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9x0FCFPiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cJT9IK9adYY/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9x0X7SgaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/t_yerTYrsNE/s1600-h/DSC_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237530036245004706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9x0X7SgaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/t_yerTYrsNE/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-2810243468802876090?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2810243468802876090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=2810243468802876090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2810243468802876090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/2810243468802876090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/08/ems-birthday-weekend.html' title='Em&apos;s birthday weekend'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SK9syYi7oNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/H3bLuWmnVW8/s72-c/Em+3+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-8753822868973356999</id><published>2008-08-21T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:29:44.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab the tissues....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So on my way to work yesterday morning they read this poem.  By the second line of the poem I was already in tears.  I guess I'll post the poem first and then tell you my feelings....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear World:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bequeath to you today one little girl... in a crispy dress… with two blue eyes... and a happy laugh that ripples all day long... and a flash of light blond hair that bounces in the sun when she runs. I trust you'll treat her well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning...and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine. Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now she'll learn to stand in lines... and wait by the alphabet for hername to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school bells... and deadlines... and she'll learn to giggle... and gossip...and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk.  Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things... like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friendis whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now she'll find new heroes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and father and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers... which is only right. But, no longer will I be the smartest, greatest man in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time...she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group...with all its privileges and its disadvantages too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud... or kiss dogs... or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms... or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl... in a crispy dress... with two blue eyes...and a flash of light blond hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I trust you'll treat her well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Victor Buono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya I balled.  Well then to top the morning off they played butterfly kisses and that's a guaranteed tear jerker.  For the past two days I've been thinking about this poem.  I realize that my baby girl is growing up and there's nothing to do about it but it still makes me sad.  I love the age that she's at now.  I love all the silly things she comes up with and how innocent everything is.  I think starting school (yes I know it's still years away) is going to be alot harder than I ever imagined.  It's the first step that my baby is really and truely growing up.  So I've decided to really make everyday worth it.  Play the silly games she wants to play, go jump on the trampoline when it's 110 outside. &lt;br /&gt;The day before I heard this poem we had gone to the doctor.  On our way the sky was kinda cloudy but then again it had been for a few days.  I didn't think anything of it.  We went inside and by time we were finished it was down pouring.  I never have an umbrella when I need it, that would be way too convenient.  So we sat on the porch of the building waiting for it to let up a little.  And when I could tell we'd be standing there all day Em said let's go mommy let's run in the rain.  At first I dredded the idea of getting soaked from head to toe.  Not to mention I still had to put her in the car first then run around and get in.  Well I could say no to her eager little face.  So we ran in the rain.  She tought it was the best thing ever.  We got in the car soaking wet and she said Mommy that was so much fun lets do it again!!  She giggled about it the whole way home.  It's times like that that makes everything worth it. &lt;br /&gt;I know one day she's not going to want to run in the rain with me or hide under the covers.  I know I won't always be her best friend and the one she turns to when she is upset and I think that's the part that makes me sad.  I want to always be the center of her world that can do no wrong.  So I'm going to start cherishing more of the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&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/5174649654661287139-8753822868973356999?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8753822868973356999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=8753822868973356999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8753822868973356999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8753822868973356999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/08/grab-tissues.html' title='Grab the tissues....'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-8295065986694612354</id><published>2008-08-18T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:43:28.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we went back to DFW.  My mom had taken Emilee back with her the weekend before so I had to go to Arlington to steal her back.  I know both Mom and Em really enjoy the time they get to spend together but it's so lonely at our house with out her.  You don't realize how much life a child brings to the house until their gone for an extended period of time.  Saturday we had Brooks's birthday party.  I can hardly believe he's a year old.  I'm sure Katie feels the same way, but it seems like just yesterday he(she) was born.  Brooks was such a great birthday boy and it was so nice to see all the other babies.  There were tons of people and Brooks got a thousand new toys. &lt;br /&gt;So after a really long weekend we're finally settling back into our normal routine.  It feels so nice to be home.  This is my last week at work and as of next monday I'm a full time student again.  I'm beyond nervous.  I just hope I can do as good with these classes as I did this summer.  I have high expectations for myself, which is going to mean a lot of studying!! &lt;br /&gt;Well I better get back to my school stuff.  We haven't even started and my teacher already gave us homework.  What the heck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-8295065986694612354?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8295065986694612354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=8295065986694612354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8295065986694612354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/8295065986694612354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/08/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-6758100509734178062</id><published>2008-08-13T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:30:25.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My twins</title><content type='html'>So after going through all the pictures on my computer I have come to the conclusion that my children could be twins. There has been the occasional picture that I think that they look really simil&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKOXZ2AvlEI/AAAAAAAAACc/cmCj9xbxEAY/s1600-h/Emmy+spring+06+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234193662185804866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKOXZ2AvlEI/AAAAAAAAACc/cmCj9xbxEAY/s320/Emmy+spring+06+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ar but now it's just gotten crazy. What do you think????&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKOXaXWFHBI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZCeTShv60Zo/s1600-h/girls+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234193671133666322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKOXaXWFHBI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZCeTShv60Zo/s320/girls+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-6758100509734178062?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6758100509734178062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=6758100509734178062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6758100509734178062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/6758100509734178062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-twins.html' title='My twins'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKOXZ2AvlEI/AAAAAAAAACc/cmCj9xbxEAY/s72-c/Emmy+spring+06+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174649654661287139.post-3731793771863295854</id><published>2008-08-11T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:46:27.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My little girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKDsmeabi3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/d8ea-IuX53g/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233442912747621234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKDsmeabi3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/d8ea-IuX53g/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Friday (8/8/08) was Emilee's 3rd birthday and I thought I'd start my first blog with the story about her. It seems so crazy to me that it has already been 3 years, it just doesn't seem possible. Where does all the time go? So this is my story about Em's life this far.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found out we were pregnant with Emilee around 4:30 in the morning sometime mid November. Needless to say neither one of us got any more sleep that morning. I was both shocked and excited. For as long as I can remember I wanted to experience everything that came with being a mommy and I couldn't wait!! Casey and I had decided two months before that we'd try to get pregnant before he left for his deployment and if it happened it happened and if not we'd try once he got home. So for us it didn't take long. About 3 weeks after I found out I was pregnant Casey left for his first deployment leaving me sick and pregnant and two great danes behind in a city far away from home. It was really rough, especially feeling sick all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During Casey's deployment I got to find out what we were having. I promised Casey that we'd find out together so I divised a plan. I went to the doctor and he did his whole sonogram thing and wrote down on a piece of paper wheather it was a boy or girl. Once I got home I logged on the the webcam and Casey and I opened it together. I can honestly say I was so much more nervous about this than about getting married. Thank god it was a girl!!! I don't really know how I would have reacted had it been a boy. Casey got home when I was around 6 months pregnant (when all the real fun began). He left with me being skinny and came back to a big o' belly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four days before Em was born I went to my last check up to see if I was dialated and was hoping to be induced that weekend. We my doctor did his exam he decided that I wasn't going to be able to have her naturally and that I was going to have to have a C-section. I was devistated. We had just finished our labor class and I was all ready to go through with this birthing thing natural. So this news just wasn't fitting in with my plans. I cried all day that day. So I went back to the doctor the next day for him to take a look at Em and make sure his choice was the right one. Needless to say he didn't change his mind. He scheduled my C-section for 11 am on Monday August 8, 2005.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233446262608424018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKDvpdne7FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/so_Fn1NpGIg/s320/first+day+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey and I woke up that morning ready to go. I took a shower and got all ready so I could look half way decent for pictures. I was also starving!!! No food or liquids after mid-night and my c-section wasn't scheduled until 11. Are you kidding me! That's almost 12 hours for a big preggo girl not to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233447003125768930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKDwUkQk4uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wNd0VUW8Ms8/s320/first+day+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we get to the hospital too early and have to wait, and wait and wait. Finally a little after noon they finally wheeled me back into the surgery room (without Casey) and started getting me all prepped. By this point my heart was pounding so hard all I could think about was finally getting to see this little girl that had been inside me all this time. It was a bitter sweet moment. I couldn't wait to hold her in my arms but at the same time I was going to missing getting to feel all her movements everyday. Emilee got the hiccups several times a day and everytime I thought it was the most amazing feeling ever. That is definately something I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233448224473027042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKDxbqIdEeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1fQIGxw8lcI/s320/first+day+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So after a spinal, a panic attack and some really good drugs that made my eyes itch like crazy. Emilee Taylor Davis was born at 1:00 pm. I will never forget when the Dr. held her over the curtain so I could see her. I was so shocked. She had a head full of black hair (Casey and I were both pretty bald). I think she started screaming the moment the cut into my stomach and from then on she didn't stop. She was so much more than I had ever imagined. There is no words to explain what it's like to see your newborn baby for the first time. Love at first sight. She weighed 7 lbs. 4 oz. and was 19 inches long. She was perfect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233451637553953650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKD0iU2W-3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1V5Xr6z1y9k/s320/Copy+of+first+day+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The past 3 years Emilee has grown into such a wonderful little girl. She's the light of our lives and I thank god everyday for her. She makes everday worth living to the fullest. Emilee I love you more than you'll ever know, you'll always be my special baby. I love you baby and happy birthday!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233451675528499746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKD0kiUMkiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OLjZm25PEUU/s320/Emmy+spring+06+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233451658903893666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKD0jkYlNqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WK_EstZoNJQ/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233451697886941938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKD0l1m3UvI/AAAAAAAAABE/STIYZU-rkgQ/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233455704381204674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKD4PC9iKMI/AAAAAAAAABU/Sryybg-kNak/s320/IMG_3092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233455716376827698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKD4Pvpg1zI/AAAAAAAAABc/au3zR7Cq3kE/s320/IMG_3753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233451716300133458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKD0m6M6VFI/AAAAAAAAABM/uP6Le6GmLds/s320/IMG_1374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233455720954824482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKD4QAs_hyI/AAAAAAAAABk/8p-V6-YPY9U/s320/DSC_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233455735617853986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKD4Q3U7miI/AAAAAAAAABs/3hFf9_tIq7M/s320/Lily+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233455744703653874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKD4RZLJ5_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/2i5vuiN6tqE/s320/Em+3+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174649654661287139-3731793771863295854?l=caseyandmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3731793771863295854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174649654661287139&amp;postID=3731793771863295854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/3731793771863295854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174649654661287139/posts/default/3731793771863295854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseyandmeg.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-little-girl.html' title='My little girl'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10520367550451706819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SoMQEoDfz4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6XEa_QRKc-Q/S220/IMG_1713.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwvcavb4hx0/SKDsmeabi3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/d8ea-IuX53g/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
