<?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-7853106014189914432</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:22:21.096-05:00</updated><category term='pants'/><category term='Houston'/><category term='9 month checkup'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='goose egg'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='crying'/><category term='bite'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='stomach bug'/><category term='gag'/><category term='holiday party'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='sweet dreams'/><category term='buggies'/><category term='ankles'/><category term='sweet mares'/><category term='santa'/><title type='text'>Mi Familia Bonita</title><subtitle type='html'>Snippets of the day-to-day happenings and crazy lives of the Keith Family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-4386643469741448727</id><published>2009-10-01T21:00:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:17:29.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did my child really just do what I think he did?? OMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;So after picking up Grayson up from school today, we had to run a few errands which required us to go inside a store.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We had been in the store maybe for two minutes and Grayson informs me that he has to go pee.&amp;nbsp; So we hunt down the bathroom and he takes care of business, everything's good.&amp;nbsp; We're back out in the store for maybe another 5 minutes and Grayson informs that he now needs to go poop.&amp;nbsp; Ugh.&amp;nbsp; I ask him, "can't you hold it until we get back home?"&amp;nbsp; I hate the idea of him touching the toilet seats in a public bathroom.&amp;nbsp; But no, he cannot wait.&amp;nbsp; So back we go into the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; I am trying to keep Conley from touching everything while kneeling so that Grayson can put his feet on my knee for leverage.&amp;nbsp; Grayson finishes up and I am in the process of wiping him when I look up and see Conley - (read as though in slow motion) "Conleeeeeey, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"&amp;nbsp; My child has just reached his hand into the toilet to touch the poop that Grayson has just deposited!!!&amp;nbsp; Oh, the horror!&amp;nbsp; I am absolutely mortified and grossed out!!!&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, we did a lot of hand scrubbing with soap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-4386643469741448727?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/4386643469741448727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=4386643469741448727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/4386643469741448727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/4386643469741448727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/10/did-my-child-really-just-do-what-i.html' title='Did my child really just do what I think he did?? OMG!'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-1422376311176670430</id><published>2009-07-19T14:08:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:11:25.174-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston'/><title type='text'>Our trip to Houston</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This post is a little late (I am perpetually late, in case you haven't figure that out by now...that's what having kids does to you), but there was some good stuff that happened, so I have to post about it! Back in June the boys and I, without Jon, took the road trip down to Houston for Zack and Ana's graduation party. I was a little nervous about traveling alone with the boys and how to handle pit stops, but all went smoothly. We only made one stop for mommy to pee and change a diaper and the rest of the way we were golden! I think it might have had something to do with the dual-screen DVD player we put in the car...and maybe some new snacks we bought just for the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the first part of the weekend we stayed with my brother-in-law and sister-in-law, Chris and Kelly. Grayson loved it there, especially their little patio/sunroom. He got to feed their little beta-fish, named simply enough, fish-fish. That evening we went to eat at Beck's Prime at the mall to celebrate my other brother-in-law, Kelley's, 40th birthday since we were all in town together. My sister-in-law, Kelly, is genius when it comes to planning activities/outings around little kids. So, the restaurant was loud and noisy - perfect - and it was attached to the mall that had a really cool kids' play area. Now, Grayson was also on his first week of hard core potty training, so most of his play time was spent trying to go to the bathroom. He would play and come running to me telling me he had to poop, so off we would run to the bathroom, but then he couldn't go. It was quite frustrating and he kept touching the toilet seat - gross! We used lots of antibacterial wipes and hand sanitizer that night. Once we got back to Chris and Kelly's condo Grayson ended up pooping on his little potty - magic! So far so good...no accidents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBwNQ00Y-I/AAAAAAAAASo/KVi6iqWEpEk/s1600-h/June2009_3+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363910529355375586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBwNQ00Y-I/AAAAAAAAASo/KVi6iqWEpEk/s200/June2009_3+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBwN4_NJ8I/AAAAAAAAASw/aCTWm0WWdn4/s1600-h/June2009_3+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363910540136359874" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBwN4_NJ8I/AAAAAAAAASw/aCTWm0WWdn4/s200/June2009_3+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBwOGlVokI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YqzclhveURk/s1600-h/June2009_3+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363910543785960002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBwOGlVokI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YqzclhveURk/s200/June2009_3+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day was Saturday, the day of the big shin-dig for Zack and Ana. Since we figured that all of the Langes would be running around like crazy trying to get ready for the party, Kelly suggested that we take the boys to the Children's Museum. So after a little breakfast, off we went. Grayson had a blast running around and checking everything out and Conley was such a trooper. He sat in the stroller the whole time without so much as a peep. Nice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBwOm-OU0I/AAAAAAAAATA/YkiyCKqolRo/s1600-h/June2009_3+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363910552480273218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBwOm-OU0I/AAAAAAAAATA/YkiyCKqolRo/s200/June2009_3+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBwPDpAvfI/AAAAAAAAATI/a4optEbpkmQ/s1600-h/June2009_3+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363910560175930866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBwPDpAvfI/AAAAAAAAATI/a4optEbpkmQ/s200/June2009_3+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBy2oKYprI/AAAAAAAAATQ/V72ucSQ9_aQ/s1600-h/June2009_3+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363913439017739954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBy2oKYprI/AAAAAAAAATQ/V72ucSQ9_aQ/s200/June2009_3+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBy3WXbS5I/AAAAAAAAATY/KlzN5noyuCg/s1600-h/June2009_3+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363913451420470162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBy3WXbS5I/AAAAAAAAATY/KlzN5noyuCg/s200/June2009_3+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grayson was rewarded with a big twisty lollipop for pooping on the potty. So far so good...still no accidents! And I even forgot to ask him if he needed to go while we were at the museum and we were there for a long time - woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After some much needed naps for the boys, we got ourselves ready and headed over to Rob's house. All the family was there as well as Ana's family and some close friends. The boys were ready to hang out in the pool, so I changed them into their trunks and handed them over. They had a blast. Grayson even came running to me a couple of times to tell me he needed to go pee/poop on the potty - how awesome is that? I think the fact that all the family was there and he got to be the center of attention and everyone was praising him for going potty like a big boy did wonders for our potty training. He loved telling everyone that he went poop on the potty and getting high-fives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBy355texI/AAAAAAAAATg/761YPsJN04Q/s1600-h/June2009_3+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363913460959509266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBy355texI/AAAAAAAAATg/761YPsJN04Q/s200/June2009_3+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBy4BQdMiI/AAAAAAAAATo/WrUQYio1OMg/s1600-h/June2009_3+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363913462933959202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBy4BQdMiI/AAAAAAAAATo/WrUQYio1OMg/s200/June2009_3+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBy4k-zkMI/AAAAAAAAATw/m9ApeJYlW9Q/s1600-h/June2009_3+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363913472523604162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBy4k-zkMI/AAAAAAAAATw/m9ApeJYlW9Q/s200/June2009_3+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor little Conley got so tired...we cleaned him up, fixed up the pack n play, turned the noise machine up as loud as it would go, put a "baby sleeping" sign on the door, and he crashed out until 8:30 the next morning without a peep to be heard. Grayson, on the other hand, was a little party animal, hanging out with all of the girls in the hot tub. It was too funny and he loved every minute of it! He especially loved shooting the girls with the squirt gun and attacking Aunt Kelly with his "binoculars". It was almost midnight before I got him cleaned up and ready for bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBzpSg34LI/AAAAAAAAAT4/g2ZMxF26XnY/s1600-h/June2009_3+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363914309379809458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBzpSg34LI/AAAAAAAAAT4/g2ZMxF26XnY/s200/June2009_3+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBzqQfW2_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/OPevrHFfLyA/s1600-h/June2009_3+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363914326016449522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBzqQfW2_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/OPevrHFfLyA/s200/June2009_3+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBzp8oQzgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_RXcM7hXIC4/s1600-h/June2009_3+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363914320685092354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBzp8oQzgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_RXcM7hXIC4/s200/June2009_3+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The ride home on Sunday wasn't quite as pleasant. Conley was quite the grumpy-monster, I'm sure from being so worn out from all of the activities. Grayson was still pretty content with the movies on the DVD player. We had to stop a few more times along the way, mostly because Conley was crying and I wanted to make sure he was okay and wasn't stewing in a poopy diaper or something. Boy, was it nice to finally make it home! All in all, I would say it was a successful trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-1422376311176670430?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/1422376311176670430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=1422376311176670430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/1422376311176670430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/1422376311176670430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-trip-to-houston.html' title='Our trip to Houston'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SnBwNQ00Y-I/AAAAAAAAASo/KVi6iqWEpEk/s72-c/June2009_3+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-8600001276035478940</id><published>2009-07-19T14:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:06:31.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not YOUR G!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So the other night I was telling (not asking) Grayson that is was time to go to bed. So I said, "C'mon, G! Time to go upstairs". He responded by saying, "I'm not YOUR G!" So I asked him who's G he was and he said, "I'm Hayden's G!". Hayden and Grayson's nicknames for each other are basically their first intials - creative, right? I was cracking up when he said that. So I asked him if he was my peanut and he said "Yeah!" Too cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-8600001276035478940?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/8600001276035478940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=8600001276035478940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/8600001276035478940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/8600001276035478940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-your-g.html' title='I&apos;m not YOUR G!'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-6546082187195373426</id><published>2009-07-14T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:45:44.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a baby in your tummy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Wow - kids can do wonders for your self-esteem and body image, let me tell ya.  I had just finished giving Grayson and bath and I was sitting on the top of the toilet lid as I was drying him off.  Let me preface this next part by saying that despite losing all of my baby weight, the post-baby body is just not the same.  So, when I sit down, the skin on my belly that was once stretched to unbelievable lengths now flaps over like a small beer belly of sorts.  Grayson saw this monstrosity and said "is there a baby in your tummy?"  Granted, this was probably prompted by the fact that we had just seen our very pregnant friend, Riki, when she came by to drop something off, but it doesn't make me feel any better!  Smart Lipo here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-6546082187195373426?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/6546082187195373426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=6546082187195373426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/6546082187195373426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/6546082187195373426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-there-baby-in-your-tummy.html' title='Is there a baby in your tummy?'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-1612110162595067890</id><published>2009-06-10T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:55:37.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Seriously...Are you Kidding Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today was not a good day in the potty training department...We had our playgroup at the park this morning and Grayson is still going commando down below, so I had him in just a pair of loose shorts and nothing else.  He peed before we left and when we got to the park, I reminded him several times that if he needed to go potty, then he needed to let me know.  Well, about a 1/2 hour into the playdate, I see Grayson come running towards me and his pants look all wet.  Ugh.  But no big deal.  Mommy brought an extra pair of shorts just for this occasion.  So, I get him cleaned up, we go back to play, we have some lunch, and then we play again.  I am walking around with Conley when I hear our neighbor, Melanie, say "Bonita, we've got some poop".  Are you KIDDING me?  Arrrrrrrrgh!  I looked up at Grayson who was up on this bridge and I asked him why he didn't tell me that he needed to go, and of course his answers never really make sense.  He said, "Because I needed to go poop".  Well, duh!  And I know that they say you shouldn't get mad at kids when they're potty training, but it's so frustrating!  So, I was yelling at him to come down the stairs so that we could get him cleaned up, while at the same time informing him that we would have to leave since we had no more clean pants.  Queue the tears and the tantrum.  He had skid-marks running down his legs from the poop and some inside his pants, and once I got him cleaned up I had to go back up on the play equipment and pick up the load that he had dropped.  Gross!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;On the bright-side of things today, Conley started saying "momma" and meaning it!  Finally!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-1612110162595067890?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/1612110162595067890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=1612110162595067890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/1612110162595067890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/1612110162595067890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-seriouslyare-you-kidding-me.html' title='Ok, Seriously...Are you Kidding Me?'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-6865153371510166589</id><published>2009-06-09T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:01:11.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Commando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;OK, we're going hardcore with the potty training!  We started yesterday and he has been going sans diaper around the house...so far so good.  He even played outside on the fort with just a shirt and shoes on - should I have put sunscreen on his bottom and his bits? HA!  We only had one small accident yesterday on the tile.  He goes to the potty by himself when he feels the need to go instead of my setting the timer, as we were doing previously.  We've even made a couple of trips to the store and he stayed dry!  Woo-hoo!  Now, the test will be our road trip to Houston this weekend...It's only me and the boys, so I am trying not to make many stops, so I MAY have to put him in a pull-up for the trip.  But I am going to bring the potty with us so he can continue going without a diaper down there.  Will keep you posted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-6865153371510166589?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/6865153371510166589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=6865153371510166589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/6865153371510166589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/6865153371510166589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-commando.html' title='Going Commando'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-1233584220530566866</id><published>2009-06-09T13:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:55:45.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool, Not Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Grayson is so funny!  He will tell me how cute Conley is and in response, I tell him that Conley's cute just like he is.  Grayson's response - "I'm NOT cute, I'm COOL!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-1233584220530566866?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/1233584220530566866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=1233584220530566866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/1233584220530566866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/1233584220530566866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/06/cool-not-cute.html' title='Cool, Not Cute'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-8325436768807970187</id><published>2009-06-09T13:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:52:05.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ECI Visit and The Pediatric Opthamologist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Last week was a busy week for Conley.  Long story short, Dr. Nail suggested two things at Conley’s 15-month checkup.  The first was a consultation with Early Childhood Intervention (ECI) for his developmental delays (not saying enough words, wouldn’t walk by himself).  The second was a visit to a pediatric ophthalmologist as part of the screening strategy for the Neurofibromatosis (NF) in order to check for things called Lisch nodules that can appear in the irises of the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So the ECI consultation was on Wednesday of last week and there were different therapists present to observe different developmental areas.  Based on their observations, Conley is delayed in three areas (and this is with a 3-month delay in their scale, since all children develop at their own pace).  In these three areas, he as at a 12 month level and he is 16 months old now.  So, we have decided to enroll him in the program , which means therapists will come out to the house to work with him in these areas and teach us how to work with him.  The scary thing is that NF can cause developmental delays, so you don’t really know if he is delayed because that’s just his pace, or if it’s potentially caused by NF.&lt;br /&gt;The visit to the ophthalmologist was not too fun, since they had to dilate Conley’s eyes.  In order to do this, Jon had to restrain Conley while the nurse pried open his eyelids in order to put the dilating drops in.  I think it traumatized him a little because now when I lean him back in the bathtub to rinse his hair he starts getting upset, which he never did before.  Ultimately, we received good news.  Nothing appears in his eyes at this point, but the doctor made a point of telling us that if he were in our position, he would probably get an MRI done.  Just because he can’t see anything in the eye, doesn’t mean that there isn’t anything going on behind the scenes.  He seemed pretty knowledgeable about NF; apparently he has treated patients with NF before.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Since NF is caused by a mutated gene, Jon looked on our insurance plan and found an pediatric geneticist at Cook’s Childrens in Denton.  We plan to make an appointment to discuss our options and see if it’s possible to have him tested for this particular gene mutation.  It would just be so much better to know, if possible, than to play out this waiting game with the screening strategy, since some indicators won’t show up until they are 7-8 years old and some even into puberty.  That way, if he does have it, at least we can prepare ourselves and know what to watch for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT, good news - Conley did start walking all by himself over the weekend and he is EVERYWHERE!  There's no stopping him now!  And he is starting to say more words...so we're moving in the right direction.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-8325436768807970187?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/8325436768807970187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=8325436768807970187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/8325436768807970187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/8325436768807970187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/06/eci-visit-and-pediatric-opthamologist.html' title='ECI Visit and The Pediatric Opthamologist'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-2032321653880174422</id><published>2009-06-01T22:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:34:26.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grayson's Den and His First 3-D movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yesterday the boys were playing upstairs in the gameroom while Jon assembled the new IKEA bookshelf and Grayson proceeded to pile up all of the pillows in there to make a little "den" for himself in the corner of the couch. When it was time to take a nap, he wanted to nap in his den instead of his bed. And he really did conk out! Too cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SiScyLso_GI/AAAAAAAAASY/-bnOw1Oii1o/s1600-h/June2009_1+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342567443915668578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SiScyLso_GI/AAAAAAAAASY/-bnOw1Oii1o/s200/June2009_1+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;After his short nap (we had to wake him up in order to make the 3:00 movie time), we took Grayson to see the movie "Up" in 3-D. It was a great movie and Grayson was totally engaged the whole time. He had a bit of trouble with the glasses at first, but he did really well. And this was his first time in the big theatre, other than the two other times we took him to the Studio Movie Grill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SiScyZrJF5I/AAAAAAAAASg/5hwFzjfLXU4/s1600-h/IMG00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342567447667480466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SiScyZrJF5I/AAAAAAAAASg/5hwFzjfLXU4/s200/IMG00057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The only drawback was the cost of our outing...we had to pay a premium on the tickets since it was in 3-D, so that was $30...throw in a hot dog (Grayson didn't eat lunch before we left), a drink for Grayson, a large diet coke, and ginormous bucket of popcorn, and some sour patch candy and we're over $50! Geez, Louise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-2032321653880174422?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/2032321653880174422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=2032321653880174422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/2032321653880174422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/2032321653880174422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/06/graysons-den-and-his-first-3-d-movie.html' title='Grayson&apos;s Den and His First 3-D movie'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SiScyLso_GI/AAAAAAAAASY/-bnOw1Oii1o/s72-c/June2009_1+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-1191607440503387381</id><published>2009-05-29T13:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:18:54.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does my house smell like bleach????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So, this event actually happened a couple of weekends ago, but I just now realized I forgot to include it in the last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Rob, Zack, Hailey, and Ana were still here on Sunday morning, but I had to make a quick run to IKEA because they had the bookcase I wanted for the play area upstairs on sale for almost 1/2 the price it ususally sells for. We had gone to IKEA the night before, but they had already sold of out their stock for the day, leaving me to have to return on this Sunday morning. It was a madhouse! This particular bookcase is so popular that they were giving out vouchers for them at the door, and once the vouchers were gone, that was it. Lucky for me I went a little early. So, once they unleashed the masses, I made my way to the cashier, paid, and wheeled the bookcase out to the car, all the while thinking, "this bookcase is a lot heavier than I thought it would be...how the heck am I going to lift it up into the car?" Right about the time I made it to the car, two guys were making their way through the parking lot to enter the store. I asked them if they could do me a huge favor and help me lift the box into the car, and they gladly obliged - thank you, two bulky guys in the IKEA parking lot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So, I get back to the house and walk in through the back door...the house smells of bleach, like someone spilled it everywhere or something. I am thinking, "what the heck happened here?!" About that time, Jon comes running into the powder bathroom with a kid under his arm. I assume it's Grayson, but it turns out to be Grayson's buddy, Hayden, who we had invited over to play. Jon proceeds to tell me that Grayson was playing with the little rake in the gravel outside and Hayden wanted a little rake, too, and it was apparently a good idea to Jon to get the little rake we use to scoop dog poop and give it to Hayden to play with, but only after disinfecting it first with bleach. So, Jon went and got a bucket, filled it with water, and then started to pour some bleach into the water. About the same time, Hayden walks up towards Jon to see what is going on. As Jon pours the bleach, it splashes up (was he holding the bottle of bleach way up hig as he poured it?), gets all over his shirt, Hayden's shirt, and in Hayden's eye. Hayden tells Jon that his eye is burning - GREAT! Just blind our neigbor's child, why don't you? So Jon grabs Hayden and rushes him into the bathroom and proceeds to flush out his eye - for 15 minutes. Apparently this is what it says to do on the bottle if the bleach should somehow come in contact with your eyes. Jon then calls over to the Ruster's to let them know an "incident" had occurred, but that Hayden was okay. Erica was cracking up when she later relayed to me that Jon sounded like a little kid who was in trouble. She said, "I think he actually referred to me as 'Mrs. Ruster'". *LOL* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My response to Jon's genius idea - WHY, for the love of God, would you think it's okay to let the child play with a rake that we use to scoop the dog poo? I don't care if you freaking disinfect it, it's still used to scoop poo - it's a poo rake! This whole situation should have never even happened! Leave it to a guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Here's the aftermath of what happened to the shirts that Jon and Hayden were wearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SiSZj0fdnBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qnCECidzJMk/s1600-h/June2009_1+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342563898633329682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SiSZj0fdnBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qnCECidzJMk/s200/June2009_1+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-1191607440503387381?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/1191607440503387381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=1191607440503387381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/1191607440503387381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/1191607440503387381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-does-my-house-smell-like-bleach.html' title='Why does my house smell like bleach????'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SiSZj0fdnBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qnCECidzJMk/s72-c/June2009_1+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-676628244928994519</id><published>2009-05-27T21:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:08:05.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helllllooooo, anyone there??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;OK, so I have to be the WORST blogger in the history of all blogs! I just can't seem to keep up these days (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;, for the past 6 months or so), but in my list of priorities each day, it just doesn't seem to make the cut. By the time I get done with everything else AND get the boys to bed, the last thing I want to do is be on the computer. BUT, I am back and I am going to make a very valiant effort to keep this gosh-darned thing updated. Especially because if I don't, I'll truly regret not chronicling all of the funny things that the boys say and do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So the last couple of weekends have been pretty busy. We had family in town for both of those weekends...throw in a soccer tournament, a cookout, and a pool party and that's just the tip of our busy iceberg. But, we LOVE having our family visit and the boys really enjoyed seeing their Aunt Kelly, Uncles Chris and Rob, and cousins Hailey and Zack (and Ana!) Here are some pics from all of the fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh33ksya1hI/AAAAAAAAAPk/f05n8cfp_8g/s1600-h/May2009_4+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340696943001261586" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh33ksya1hI/AAAAAAAAAPk/f05n8cfp_8g/s200/May2009_4+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh33k9I0qsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/A2RoAuGvJTI/s1600-h/May2009_5+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340696947390196418" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh33k9I0qsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/A2RoAuGvJTI/s200/May2009_5+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh33lhkSZgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/rnrghRgn19I/s1600-h/May2009_5+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340696957169067522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh33lhkSZgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/rnrghRgn19I/s200/May2009_5+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh33lWzeXzI/AAAAAAAAAP0/P62AvPJG8z0/s1600-h/May2009_5+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340696954279976754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh33lWzeXzI/AAAAAAAAAP0/P62AvPJG8z0/s200/May2009_5+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh33lx2HM1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Sk-E30RQ3ag/s1600-h/May2009_5+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340696961538798418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh33lx2HM1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Sk-E30RQ3ag/s200/May2009_5+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh35TnjGoBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/3-LowvbMDKE/s1600-h/May2009_7+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340698848560324626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh35TnjGoBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/3-LowvbMDKE/s200/May2009_7+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh35UjsaVyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PxhnjYtO0KA/s1600-h/May2009_7+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340698864705492770" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh35UjsaVyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PxhnjYtO0KA/s200/May2009_7+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh35T3Q5KGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_YLy9-CgQk4/s1600-h/May2009_7+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340698852778911842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh35T3Q5KGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_YLy9-CgQk4/s200/May2009_7+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh35UcCOuaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kztVt6YrbKU/s1600-h/May2009_7+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340698862649522594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh35UcCOuaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kztVt6YrbKU/s200/May2009_7+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Good Times Cookout at Trey and Melissa's House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It was nice to finally get together with everyone. Now that we all have kids, it's so hard to find the time on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; calendar. Heather was going in for a scheduled c-section the next day - what a trooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh37BECCRgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kfW7eQWyqgo/s1600-h/May2009_5+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340700728811996674" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh37BECCRgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kfW7eQWyqgo/s200/May2009_5+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh37BSVjIgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fxq1IzmS5G4/s1600-h/May2009_5+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340700732651938306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh37BSVjIgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fxq1IzmS5G4/s200/May2009_5+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh37BmhpwYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Q8nURN81KCA/s1600-h/May2009_5+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340700738071413122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh37BmhpwYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Q8nURN81KCA/s200/May2009_5+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh37CLP4aMI/AAAAAAAAARE/DVV0kHEX42w/s1600-h/May2009_5+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340700747928987842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh37CLP4aMI/AAAAAAAAARE/DVV0kHEX42w/s200/May2009_5+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Memorial Day Summer Kick-Off at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Perhala's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Our awesome neighbors, Scott and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tiffaney&lt;/span&gt;, host this annual summer kick-off and it's always a great time! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; and Hayden really had a blast now that are at an age that allows them to really play and interact with the other kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh39HMVJKxI/AAAAAAAAARM/-V52__W97Aw/s1600-h/May2009_7+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340703033142094610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh39HMVJKxI/AAAAAAAAARM/-V52__W97Aw/s200/May2009_7+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh39HauzJeI/AAAAAAAAARU/Jh_i_byZyCQ/s1600-h/May2009_7+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340703037007799778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh39HauzJeI/AAAAAAAAARU/Jh_i_byZyCQ/s200/May2009_7+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh39IaoGTvI/AAAAAAAAARs/3tnELNh8JpQ/s1600-h/May2009_7+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340703054159564530" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh39IaoGTvI/AAAAAAAAARs/3tnELNh8JpQ/s200/May2009_7+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh39HzmbTxI/AAAAAAAAARk/ac5EHtWAmR4/s1600-h/May2009_7+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340703043683569426" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh39HzmbTxI/AAAAAAAAARk/ac5EHtWAmR4/s200/May2009_7+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/Sh39Hoy95nI/AAAAAAAAARc/AmmkPzUVYxI/s1600-h/May2009_7+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340703040783378034" style="WIDTH: 200px; 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It was so much fun catching up with everyone and meeting some new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh0ajrfCDI/AAAAAAAAAME/eNLkeqrfTl0/s1600-h/Dec2008_1+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303116560831809586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh0ajrfCDI/AAAAAAAAAME/eNLkeqrfTl0/s200/Dec2008_1+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh0bBIQv4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/tafI63TNiMQ/s1600-h/Dec2008_1+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303116568737136514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh0bBIQv4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/tafI63TNiMQ/s200/Dec2008_1+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went with Erin and Thatcher to get pictures of the boys with Santa. Conley did great! I think since he was watching Grayson and saw that Grayson was fine, he was fine. Although he did give Santa a once over, like "what the heck is this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh0bZRtDRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2lB3FU44beE/s1600-h/Dec2008_2+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303116575219191058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh0bZRtDRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2lB3FU44beE/s200/Dec2008_2+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh0bQADOCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kn_DyN9kGA4/s1600-h/Dec2008_2+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303116572729227298" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh0bQADOCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kn_DyN9kGA4/s200/Dec2008_2+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh0bnhIsZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Sc-G9M-XaNE/s1600-h/Dec2008_2+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303116579042013586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh0bnhIsZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Sc-G9M-XaNE/s200/Dec2008_2+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We were supposed to go out t dinner with a bunch of old friends from EDS since Dwight was in town for a few days...it takes an act of God for all of us to come together now since we all have little ones. So what happens right as the babysitter shows up? Conley (under Jon's watch - suspect? Just kidding...or am I? hee hee) falls and smacks his forehead on the tile. A ginormous goose eggs erupts from his forehead. Needless to say, we missed out on the dinner that we had been looking forward to for a week....nevermind the fact that it took me 4 days to finally find a babysitter for the occassion. Oh well...that's life as a parent...rule #1 - always be flexible and plan to cancel at the last minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh7CjN20SI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iUcqCHLyJEw/s1600-h/Dec2008_5+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303123844972073250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh7CjN20SI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iUcqCHLyJEw/s200/Dec2008_5+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh7YHB-TgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GE3FJY9YMjE/s1600-h/Dec2008_5+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303124215363161602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh7YHB-TgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GE3FJY9YMjE/s200/Dec2008_5+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The Rusters hosted a Christmas Pajama Party for the kiddos that was super fun. We had a special surprise guest show up, much to the kids' delight. Justin, Hailey, and Michael came up to visit us that same weekend...we really enjoyed their visit. The boys love them! Conley was a little cranky (ok, a LOT cranky) that Sunday...little did we know that he had a double ear infection - his first one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh2ktlxDtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tz2Ka0vCrkM/s1600-h/Dec2008_3+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303118934314127058" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh2ktlxDtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tz2Ka0vCrkM/s200/Dec2008_3+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh2lJRA2oI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Rwt_cP4Sh4I/s1600-h/Dec2008_3+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303118941743274626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh2lJRA2oI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Rwt_cP4Sh4I/s200/Dec2008_3+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh2lepE0XI/AAAAAAAAAM8/96JOEO5eON4/s1600-h/Dec2008_3+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303118947481342322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh2lepE0XI/AAAAAAAAAM8/96JOEO5eON4/s200/Dec2008_3+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh3-7DHixI/AAAAAAAAANU/BJvucg5qu34/s1600-h/Dec2008_3+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303120484115122962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh3-7DHixI/AAAAAAAAANU/BJvucg5qu34/s200/Dec2008_3+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh2l8RmmYI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZOi1aCnoeR4/s1600-h/Dec2008_3+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303118955435956610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh2l8RmmYI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZOi1aCnoeR4/s200/Dec2008_3+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grayson had his school Christmas program and he did SO much better than he did at his Spring program earlier in the year. He really got into it and he had the privelege of shaking the jingle bells center stage. He was such a ham! All the kids were so cute! Afterwards, his class had their little Christmas party together. Grayson really loves his teachers, Mrs. Tonya and Mrs. Betty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh3_XrgFAI/AAAAAAAAANc/1fDoz4Z_8Ys/s1600-h/Dec2008_4+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303120491800695810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh3_XrgFAI/AAAAAAAAANc/1fDoz4Z_8Ys/s200/Dec2008_4+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh3_v_DN6I/AAAAAAAAANk/-mFgYmInXYo/s1600-h/Dec2008_4+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303120498325141410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh3_v_DN6I/AAAAAAAAANk/-mFgYmInXYo/s200/Dec2008_4+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Grandpa's (Great-Grandpa) birthday party and the ADR Inc. (family company) Christmas party. And somewhere along the way, Grayson decided to try on one of Mimi's high-heeled boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh_JcHlrrI/AAAAAAAAAPc/moX1L9P6eSE/s1600-h/Dec2008_4+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303128361372331698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh_JcHlrrI/AAAAAAAAAPc/moX1L9P6eSE/s200/Dec2008_4+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh4ALeYQlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kgDrF_s5wJk/s1600-h/Dec2008_4+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303120505704301138" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh4ALeYQlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kgDrF_s5wJk/s200/Dec2008_4+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh5pLRaVUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RS6l9nQaYQ4/s1600-h/Dec2008_4+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303122309536175426" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh5pLRaVUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RS6l9nQaYQ4/s200/Dec2008_4+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh5pqFVKyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OLvKHN_NA28/s1600-h/Dec2008_4+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303122317807004450" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh5pqFVKyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OLvKHN_NA28/s200/Dec2008_4+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh5pLkxjxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-CPfpZ_aNqw/s1600-h/Copy+of+Dec2008_4+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303122309617389330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh5pLkxjxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-CPfpZ_aNqw/s200/Copy+of+Dec2008_4+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh5pQ-CGZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/t55FN8nhW8w/s1600-h/Dec2008_4+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303122311065508242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh5pQ-CGZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/t55FN8nhW8w/s200/Dec2008_4+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We had so much fun at Christmas this year! It was the first year that Grayson really, really anticipated Christmas and showed no fear of Santa. He told Santa exactly what he wanted for Christmas - a big, big truck and cars, of course! This was also Conley's first Christmas, which made it even more special for us. Grayson and I made cookies for Santa for the first time this year and Grayson was very excited to see that Santa had come and gobbled up almost all of the cookies and milk we left for him. The boys were on present overload - there were so many presents! (Good thing Grayson helped me pick out stuff he wanted to donate to the kids without any toys beforehand - what a sweet boy!) At one point, Grayson just stopped opening presents because he was too busy playing with the stuff he had already ripped into to care about the remaining unopened presents. And that was just at our house! We still had more to come at Mimi and Grandpa's house. Conley, on the other hand, had just as much fun with the paper and ribbons...good thing since Grayson ended up taking Conley's new toys as his own. When we told Grayson that the toys were Conley's, he responded by saying, "he's sharing them with me!", to which we had to laugh since we are always telling Grayson to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh5p4TAh2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/KsqwnXjKkro/s1600-h/Dec2008_4+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303122321622468450" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh5p4TAh2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/KsqwnXjKkro/s200/Dec2008_4+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh7B67TqzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/C2m7vCGJ3ug/s1600-h/Dec2008_4+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303123834156854066" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh7B67TqzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/C2m7vCGJ3ug/s200/Dec2008_4+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh7CM-BtaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/soGiHgm5GhU/s1600-h/Dec2008_4+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303123839000098210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh7CM-BtaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/soGiHgm5GhU/s200/Dec2008_4+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh7BgEZkzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SYdpNeMI3qs/s1600-h/Dec2008_4+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303123826947232562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh7BgEZkzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SYdpNeMI3qs/s200/Dec2008_4+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh7Cd4jiHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/iL_x8CnGc7k/s1600-h/Dec2008_4+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303123843540551794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh7Cd4jiHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/iL_x8CnGc7k/s200/Dec2008_4+226.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;/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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-3355668692347455756?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/3355668692347455756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=3355668692347455756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/3355668692347455756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/3355668692347455756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-catching-updecember-and-christmas.html' title='Still Catching up...December and Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZh0ajrfCDI/AAAAAAAAAME/eNLkeqrfTl0/s72-c/Dec2008_1+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-8583169939950545996</id><published>2009-02-15T13:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:12:25.863-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet mares'/><title type='text'>Sweet-mares, Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Lately, Grayson has been waking up crying and when we go up to check on him, we ask him if he had a nightmare or a bad dream, to which he usually replies, "yeah", between the sobs.  So pitiful.  So now when we put him to bed, after we say our prayer together, we tell him to have sweet dreams.  He responds by saying, "No, have sweet-mares, Mommy!", and starts cracking up.  How funny is that?  I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-8583169939950545996?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/8583169939950545996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=8583169939950545996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/8583169939950545996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/8583169939950545996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-mares-mommy.html' title='Sweet-mares, Mommy'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-4163165458216919716</id><published>2009-02-14T17:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:59:11.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lecture audio for Jon's MBA MicroEco class</title><content type='html'>All, there are three different links for the class audio (3 sessions). Just click the links in order to hear the audio. You should probably ignore my notes (not great), although they will light up according to the timeline. Given the size of the room, the audio is not that great, but you should be able to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescribe.com/cgi-bin/WebObjects/LDApp.woa/wa/MLSOverviewPage?sid=Z9GLqCq1CkXR"&gt;http://www.livescribe.com/cgi-bin/WebObjects/LDApp.woa/wa/MLSOverviewPage?sid=Z9GLqCq1CkXR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescribe.com/cgi-bin/WebObjects/LDApp.woa/wa/MLSOverviewPage?sid=Hg5hBPJVRBWS"&gt;http://www.livescribe.com/cgi-bin/WebObjects/LDApp.woa/wa/MLSOverviewPage?sid=Hg5hBPJVRBWS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescribe.com/cgi-bin/WebObjects/LDApp.woa/wa/MLSOverviewPage?sid=G5Kn8BrDnnn8"&gt;http://www.livescribe.com/cgi-bin/WebObjects/LDApp.woa/wa/MLSOverviewPage?sid=G5Kn8BrDnnn8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-4163165458216919716?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/4163165458216919716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=4163165458216919716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/4163165458216919716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/4163165458216919716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/02/lecture-audio-for-jons-mba-class.html' title='Lecture audio for Jon&apos;s MBA MicroEco class'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-5843630644633794276</id><published>2009-02-12T12:21:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:02:06.890-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving at the Ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Thanksgiving at the ranch was lots of fun. Grayson is at the age that he can really enjoy the surroundings out there. The road trip down was pretty nice...Conley refrained from the constant screaming he did on our last trip to the ranch last May, and we stopped over in Fredericksburg for a stretch and some lunch. They had all of the Christmas decorations out already and it was fun to walk around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZhmTuqA1oI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Uyl2cCExUr0/s1600-h/Nov2008_3+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303101050356553346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZhmTuqA1oI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Uyl2cCExUr0/s200/Nov2008_3+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301979409581513314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZRqLpKKmmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/seu9WaAjRi8/s200/Nov2008_3+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301979420775046386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZRqMS26XPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lo-3hAFtjog/s200/Nov2008_3+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301980948914231842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZRrlPnr2iI/AAAAAAAAAK8/caHeD7aoNrM/s200/Nov2008_3+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301980952382938066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZRrlcisG9I/AAAAAAAAALE/XaA9Tq0juEA/s200/Nov2008_3+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Memaw, Pawpaw, and Willow were waiting for us when we arrived and greeted us with open arms and a few sniffs all around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301980957460368226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZRrlvdPi2I/AAAAAAAAALM/PEUWomIYzu4/s200/Nov2008_3+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301980958591929250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZRrlzrBy6I/AAAAAAAAALU/2OhYZzFwPVI/s200/Nov2008_3+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grayson enjoyed riding the tractor with Pawpaw and Conley enjoyed his first ride in the Mule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZhjSPX3U7I/AAAAAAAAALc/CWg3x19EOus/s1600-h/Nov2008_3+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303097726244180914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZhjSPX3U7I/AAAAAAAAALc/CWg3x19EOus/s200/Nov2008_3+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZhjSZJ34CI/AAAAAAAAALk/QMH5ErSVSzk/s1600-h/Nov2008_3+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303097728869851170" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZhjSZJ34CI/AAAAAAAAALk/QMH5ErSVSzk/s200/Nov2008_3+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We went for a hike across the ranch and Grayson had fun playing with his stick sword and finding an empty turtle shell along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZhkQRrrMHI/AAAAAAAAALs/1DRhVRyO-wM/s1600-h/Nov2008_3+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303098792016031858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZhkQRrrMHI/AAAAAAAAALs/1DRhVRyO-wM/s200/Nov2008_3+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZhkQqnNxtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ny28yrr0Xfw/s1600-h/Nov2008_3+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303098798708213458" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZhkQqnNxtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ny28yrr0Xfw/s200/Nov2008_3+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Our ride home was not as calm as the ride down. Conley was not a happy camper and would not take a nap. About 2-1/2 hours into the ride home, when we stopped for a potty break and some snacks we found out why! That poor baby had a big poopy diaper and his little bottom was just stewing in it! Tell me I didn't feel like a lousy mommy! The whole time I just kept saying that he was so tired and he'll fall alseep soon - boy was I wrong! But, we did make it home safely and it was nice to have seen the family, even if our time together was short.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-5843630644633794276?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/5843630644633794276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=5843630644633794276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/5843630644633794276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/5843630644633794276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/02/thanksgiving-at-ranch.html' title='Thanksgiving at the Ranch'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SZhmTuqA1oI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Uyl2cCExUr0/s72-c/Nov2008_3+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-4041912017053608757</id><published>2009-02-11T19:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:32:40.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to play catch up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Okay, okay...so it's been a while since our last post (uh, Thanksgiving anyone?).  It feels like it has been a non-stop rollercoaster ride since the holidays came upon us, and the post-holiday months have been much of the same, not leaving much time for me to get off the rollercoaster and update everyone on the latest happenings.  And believe me, SO much has happened, funny and otherwise!  I don't think I'll be able to write about everything, but the next few posts will represent my valiant attempt to condense the last 3 or so months into quick entertainment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-4041912017053608757?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/4041912017053608757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=4041912017053608757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/4041912017053608757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/4041912017053608757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-to-play-catch-up.html' title='Time to play catch up...'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-2237299739817854138</id><published>2008-11-25T19:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:23:04.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for the roadtrip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So, why am I on here posting a new blog entry when I should be packing feverishly to make sure everyone has all that they need for our road trip to see Jon's parents?  Call it procrastination...it's my weakness!  I figured I hadn't posted an entry in a while, so why not now?  The days since my last entry have proved to be pretty uneventful, which is a good thing these days.  We're looking forward to going down to the ranch in Kerrville and hanging out with Jon's family, eating a lot of food, and watching some UT football.  I'm sure there will be more to report once we get back.  Road trips always make for some interesting incidents when you travel with a two-year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;One funny thing that Grayson has been doing lately is staying up waaaaaaaay past his bedtime after it's supposed to be lights out.  We really have no idea what time he actually goes to sleep.  We'll go up and check on him before we go to bed and his little lamp on his nightstand will be on and his books scaterred around him in the bed.  I guess we should go and check on him like 10 minutes after putting him to bed to make sure we enforce lights out?  He started doing the same thing at naptime today, too, so he's really not getting the sleep he should be getting.  Who knew that 2-year olds could be so sneaky?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Happy Turkey Day to everyone!  More posts to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-2237299739817854138?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/2237299739817854138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=2237299739817854138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/2237299739817854138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/2237299739817854138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-ready-for-roadtrip.html' title='Getting ready for the roadtrip...'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-831406945352077703</id><published>2008-11-12T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:51:23.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Lately, Grayson has been pushing and "beating up" on Conley a little more than usual.  Most of the time, I don't actually catch him in the act; he always seems to wait until I have my backed turned before he initiates contact.  But for the times when I do catch him in action, he gets put in time out as a consequence.  For all of the other times, the scenario ususally goes something like this - Conley starts screaming, I run over to see what happened, I question Grayson, and with some prodding he will ususally tell me that he either hit Conley, took a toy away from Conley, or that he pushed Conley.  Now here's the dilemma...he knows that he gets put in timeout for doing those things to Conley.  But, when I ask him and he tells me the truth about what he did, do I still put him in time out?  We want to encourage him to tell us the truth, but soon he will start to figure out that when he tells us what he did to Conley, he gets in trouble.  Ahhh, so there's the rub!  I feel he should be in timeout still, since he knows that those things are not allowed, but I hate the thought of the timeout discouraging his telling of the truth.  What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-831406945352077703?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/831406945352077703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=831406945352077703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/831406945352077703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/831406945352077703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/11/dilemma.html' title='The Dilemma'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-9061307722025435586</id><published>2008-11-09T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:39:52.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diarrhea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well, this fabulous word seems to be the latest favorite of Grayson's since "Uncle" Scotty sang him a few verses of the &lt;em&gt;Diarrhea&lt;/em&gt; song. Jon and I were sitting at the dinner table finishing our meal when our attention turned to Grayson. He was playing with his cars on our big ottoman and saying, "Diarrhea, &lt;car&gt;, FORWARD!....Diarrhea, &lt;car&gt;, BACKWARD!" It's funny, but we need to come up with a new favorite word, and fast! He just randomly blurts out "diarrhea" around the house and when we're out and about, which is just a little embarrasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-9061307722025435586?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/9061307722025435586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=9061307722025435586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/9061307722025435586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/9061307722025435586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/11/diarrhea.html' title='Diarrhea'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-5791243858776867461</id><published>2008-11-08T21:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:49:47.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rock Star and His Future Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Our friend, Natalie took some pics on Halloween during our post trick-or-treating stop over at their house. Her little girl, Claire, is just as cute as a button...she's so cute I can't even stand it. Claire calls Grayson her "boyfriend", so Natalie and I have decided that they are going to marry each other when they get older. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Grayson gets down with Cole's guitar and cowboy hat - a rock star in the making?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SRZc1ce4GHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/02S3Rw2BRzI/s1600-h/Grayson_guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266498887504894066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SRZc1ce4GHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/02S3Rw2BRzI/s200/Grayson_guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SRZc1iQhL-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LbpiyX5UoUA/s1600-h/Grayson+hugs+claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Grayson gives Claire a hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SRZc1iQhL-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LbpiyX5UoUA/s1600-h/Grayson+hugs+claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266498889055285218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SRZc1iQhL-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LbpiyX5UoUA/s200/Grayson+hugs+claire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SRZc1iQhL-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LbpiyX5UoUA/s1600-h/Grayson+hugs+claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Grayson's just chillin' with his girl and his juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SRZc1g1tVsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fahborMNLH8/s1600-h/Grayson+drinks+juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266498888674399938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SRZc1g1tVsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fahborMNLH8/s200/Grayson+drinks+juice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Claire plants a big one on Grayson...picture this 20 years later with a beer instead of juice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SRZc2DyxU1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/WVf9bf5df7w/s1600-h/Claire+kisses+Grayson.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266498898057319250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SRZc2DyxU1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/WVf9bf5df7w/s200/Claire+kisses+Grayson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-5791243858776867461?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/5791243858776867461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=5791243858776867461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/5791243858776867461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/5791243858776867461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/11/rock-star-and-his-future-wife.html' title='The Rock Star and His Future Wife'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SRZc1ce4GHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/02S3Rw2BRzI/s72-c/Grayson_guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-8923349752558289251</id><published>2008-11-06T21:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:35:44.871-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bite'/><title type='text'>Once Bitten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When I went to pick Grayson up from school today, Miss Tonya, one of Grayson's teachers, whispered to me that she needed to speak with me.  We went inside the classroom while Grayson was getting his diaper changed and Miss Tonya proceeded to tell me that Grayson was bitten by one of his classmates today.  She said that it wasn't serious, or they would have called me, but that they had to file an "incident" report.  Per the school's policy, Miss Tonya wasn't able to tell me who bit Grayson, but she told me that if Iasked Grayson, he would tell me who did it.  Surprisingly, I wasn't too worried about it.  Is that weird?  I know some moms that would be like a pit bull unleashed if that had happened to their kid.  I felt that one, it wasn't serious, and two, these kids are little and still learning and it's bound to happen.  It is unfortunate that it happened to Grayson....my sweet little boy is more sensitive than most and from my last post, you know that he cries about almost everything these days.  So after my discussion with Miss Tonya, we left and were walking out to the car and Ranger and his mom came up to us.  She told me that Ranger had just told her that he had bit Grayson...the same Ranger whose birthday party we just went to yesterday.  She was very apologetic and explained that Ranger was going through some sort of phase right now with the biting.  Apparently he's bitten his baby sister twice already.  I told her not to worry about it and that Grayson was fine.  But, you can bet that if he continues to bite and bites only Grayson and not anyone else, the pit bull momma will be coming out!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-8923349752558289251?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/8923349752558289251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=8923349752558289251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/8923349752558289251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/8923349752558289251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/11/once-bitten.html' title='Once Bitten'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-7872990899122617605</id><published>2008-11-05T21:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:22:56.602-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><title type='text'>The Birthday Party Eruptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today we went to a birthday party for one of Grayson's classmates at school, Ranger. The birthday party was held at The Zone in McKinney, which Grayson loves because of the big bounce houses there. All was great and Grayson was having a great time up until it was time to eat and have cake. Pizza was served and Grayson took one bite and immediately started to cry. This is what he does when something is too hot....however, Grayson's idea of too hot and our idea of too hot is not the same. Something can be barely lukewarm and he thinks it's too hot. So this cry is not just a little whimper cry, it's an all-out screaming cry and everyone is looking at us like "what is going on with them?" So I finally calm him down, he eats some pizza, and then the cupcakes come out. Grayson devours his cupcake (or should I say, the icing) with the voracity of a starving hyena and then proceeds to tell me that he wants another one. As I try to explain to him that everyone only gets one cupcake, eruption #2 comes. Like seriously, the way he was crying, you would have thought I was beating this kid or something! Keep in mind that this whole time, Conley is strapped to the front of my body in the Baby Bjorn...fun times! So I finally calm Grayson down again and then Ranger starts to open his gifts. Well, Grayson wants to open a present, too! Of course! Why wouldn't he? BUT, as I explain to him that those are Ranger's presents because it's his birthday, the screaming begins again. Really, you ask? YES - really! By this time, I was done. I took Grayson out in the hallway and sat him down on the ground againt the wall. I told him that he could stop crying and go back inside and play, or we could go home. He continued to cry for a few minutes and then said he wanted to go play. So we went back inside and he played for a few more minutes. During this time, Conley was getting increasingly agitated and tired, so now he was starting to freak out on me. This was our queue to leave. I bet you can't guess what happened when I told Grayson it was time for us to go? HA! The worst part is, these crying fits are happening with increasing frequency these days and it's really irritating. Like, is Grayson going to be that kid at school that gets picked on because he's a little cry-baby? Seriously, this kid will start screaming over the tiniest little thing and sometimes this goes on ALLLLLL day long. By the time Jon gets home, I am just done. So after a parental discussion, our new game plan is to not acknowledge or give him attention when he does this, unless he's injured, of course, or something serious has happened. To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-7872990899122617605?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/7872990899122617605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=7872990899122617605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/7872990899122617605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/7872990899122617605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-party-eruptions.html' title='The Birthday Party Eruptions'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-667232780117784715</id><published>2008-11-02T22:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:37:56.924-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stomach bug'/><title type='text'>Six Years and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; Today is our six year anniversary! And we've been together for ten! It seems to have gone by in a blink. We had a huge weekend planned...the kids went to Mimi and Grandpa's house, we got a hotel room and had plans for a nice dinner. Well, our romantic weekend was quickly derailed by a nice stomach bug that I seem to have caught. Ugh. Really? The ONE weekend when we don't have the kids and we spend a lot of money on a nice hotel? Grrrr! I did manage to make it through dinner by popping a ton of Pepto. We ended up going back to our room and watching UT lose the big game in the last seconds while I willed my stomach to make itself better. A big downer all the way around. At least we got to sleep in, I guess. Better luck next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SREi3hkQWtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4QC084IAgQY/s1600-h/Oct2008_8+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265027776671406802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SREi3hkQWtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4QC084IAgQY/s200/Oct2008_8+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7853106014189914432-667232780117784715?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/667232780117784715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=667232780117784715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/667232780117784715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/667232780117784715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/11/six-years-and-counting.html' title='Six Years and Counting...'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SREi3hkQWtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4QC084IAgQY/s72-c/Oct2008_8+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-1435327645737130990</id><published>2008-10-31T21:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:26:41.447-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween, Hunters Creek Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Another Halloween has officially come and gone...this year was particularly fun since Grayson understood dressing up and saying "trick or treat" to get candy (instead of putting back into other people's candy bowls). I have to say, our neighborhood does it up right. Not only were there sweet treats for the kids, but at various stations throughout our side of the neighborhood, neighbors doled out some good "adult" treats as well (read beer and margaritas). I think at one point, I was double-fisting a beer and margarita while pushing the stroller - is that bad? *LOL* Good thing my parents were with us. Dad carried Conley around most of the night...they were both troopers. Poor Conley was basically in a sweatsuit given our un-Halloweenlike temperatures lately. I think Conley was already starting to de-robe as we hit the corner to turn up the street. Grayson had fun meeting up with his friends along the way...they were quite the bunch. It's so fun to see him and his friends get so excited to see each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265021235420680066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SREc6xgjT4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/c5b7FOjQrfM/s200/Oct2008_8+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Grayson and Jon head out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265022414530575010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SREd_aCQeqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Pr-NbP6NTCw/s200/Oct2008_8+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Conley and Grandpa hanging out together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265021255175802578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SREc77GijtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XYTo9IDKtxk/s200/Oct2008_8+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Grayson gets a hug from his cutie-patootie "girlfriend", Princess Claire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265021263138941170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SREc8YxGaPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/AIS64KjuoF0/s200/Oct2008_8+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Cole, Grayson, and Thatcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265021265116417058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SREc8gIkTCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/d3wrY9sVMTI/s200/Copy+of+Oct2008_8+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Erin, Natalie, and I pose for the cameras with our "adult" treats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-1435327645737130990?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/1435327645737130990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=1435327645737130990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/1435327645737130990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/1435327645737130990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-hunters-creek-style.html' title='Halloween, Hunters Creek Style'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SREc6xgjT4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/c5b7FOjQrfM/s72-c/Oct2008_8+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-2892003799671929876</id><published>2008-10-30T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:54:12.783-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ankles'/><title type='text'>Grayson's Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Something funny happened to Grayson today and I could not stop laughing. It was so funny and so stinking cute! I went to pick him up from school today and before leaving, we walked over to talk to our friend, Erin, who teaches there (her little boy is Grayson's buddy, Thatcher). As I was talking to Erin, I noticed that Grayson's pants seemed to be a little looser than usual, but went on with my conversation. When we finally left the building and were walking out in the parking lot, I turned to check on Grayson, as he ususally lags behind, and found him standing there with his pants around his ankles! This boy needs to get some meat on his bones - ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-2892003799671929876?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/2892003799671929876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=2892003799671929876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/2892003799671929876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/2892003799671929876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/10/graysons-pants.html' title='Grayson&apos;s Pants'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-5336629817002633459</id><published>2008-10-25T21:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:50:27.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhala-ween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jon and I went to our neighbor's annual Halloween party last night. It was fun as usual, but this is the first year that kids were not allowed to attend. I guess the guest list has gotten so big that it would be not as fun for those adults without kids to have to deal with the running around and the loudness that ususally accompanies. But I have to say, it was nice to be there without the kiddos for a change...Mommy got to drink some "happy juice" (maybe a little &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; much, since I was feeling the effects the next day) and have conversations without interruption. Very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SQfNXyTCIiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DFyTaO9LEfk/s1600-h/Oct2008_5+087%C2%AD_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262400498128003618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SQfNXyTCIiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DFyTaO9LEfk/s200/Oct2008_5+087%C2%AD_crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our gracious hosts, the Perhalas - can you guess who they are dressed up as? Hmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SQfNYb0b_OI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Mpu_kPGTMSk/s1600-h/Oct2008_5+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262400509273963746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SQfNYb0b_OI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Mpu_kPGTMSk/s200/Oct2008_5+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of the guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SQfNYtxGCCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/N64ekC-PYI0/s1600-h/Oct2008_5+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262400514091780130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SQfNYtxGCCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/N64ekC-PYI0/s200/Oct2008_5+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SQfNZdJFtLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-GlviPZuIh0/s1600-h/Oct2008_5+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262400526808888498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SQfNZdJFtLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-GlviPZuIh0/s200/Oct2008_5+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SQfNZdJFtLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-GlviPZuIh0/s1600-h/Oct2008_5+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-5336629817002633459?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/5336629817002633459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=5336629817002633459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/5336629817002633459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/5336629817002633459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/10/perhala-ween-2008.html' title='Perhala-ween 2008'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SQfNXyTCIiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DFyTaO9LEfk/s72-c/Oct2008_5+087%C2%AD_crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-4833114673801963844</id><published>2008-10-23T12:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:54:43.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gag'/><title type='text'>Gag me with a spoon, why don't you?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My sweet little Conley has started having an adverse reaction to everything I try to feed him with the exception of anything that is fruity and sweet. We're trying to work our way through the Stage 2 foods, and slowly but surely his reaction to the new foods has progressed to the point of him gagging whenever I put a spoonful in his mouth. And I'm not talking about just a one little gag, but full-on gagging with coughing, heaving, and teary eyes. Today, he made himself throw up all of the formula he had just taken in, which ended up all in his lap - gross! Just this week at Conley's checkup, Dr. Nail was saying, "don't back yourself into a corner with the foods to where he'll only eat one thing". And whaddya know? So, I've now become the "Fruit Nazi "and we're going back to veggies and non-fruit mixes, one tiny bite at a time. He did eat some turkey and rice yesterday, so that's a good start, but man! You should see this kid gag himself - it's amazing! *LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Also this week, Conley has started to really pull himself up on everything, including the side of his crib.  Now when he wakes up in the morning, he grabs on to the crib and hikes himself up and then starts to cry when he's been there for a while and can't figure out how to get himself back down.  Gone are the days when he would just lay on his back or tummy and hang out in his crib.  Last night, about 15 minutes after I had put him to bed, we heard him crying on the monitor and I went up to check on him.  I couldn't see because my eyes hadn't adjusted to the dark yet and I didn't want to turn on the lights, so I was feeling around the crib for Conley and found him sitting straight up!  It was too funny...he was upset because he couldn't figure out how to lay back down again.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-4833114673801963844?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/4833114673801963844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=4833114673801963844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/4833114673801963844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/4833114673801963844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/10/gag-me-with-spoon-why-dont-you.html' title='Gag me with a spoon, why don&apos;t you?!'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-3295323584271869534</id><published>2008-10-22T15:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:46:31.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buggies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 month checkup'/><title type='text'>Conley's 9 Months and Grayson's a Klepto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Conley had his 9 month checkup yesterday. All's well...he's a healthy baby boy. He's now 27.8" long (50th %) and 16 lb 10 oz (3-5%). His weight is now tracking on the lower curve, but he is gaining, so Dr. Nail wasn't worried at all. Of course, the entire time we were in the office with Dr. Nail Conley was squirming non-stop. Dr Nail's response was, "that's why he's so little...he's burning off everything you put in his belly", and duly noted that I am going to have "my hands full" with him. No doubt! I am trying to prepare myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later in the day, we had to stop in at Kroger to pick up a few grocery items. Since we weren't going to be there long, I decided it might be fun for Grayson to push one of the little kid buggies. I soon reconsidered the wiseness of my choice. At first, he did pretty well. But as we continued through the store, random items started to appear in the cart, so I would have to back track to return the items to their proper place. Then Grayson thought it would be fun to "race" with the cart and was running full speed up and down the aisles with the buggy, not really caring if he ran into something along the way, including the back of my legs, or worse, my Achilles. Ahhhh! I was a nervous wreck! He did actually run into the back of this big guy. I had to apologize profusely. I think it will be a while before we try the little kid buggy again. On top of all that, while unloading the groceries back at home, I found a chapstick package that "found it's way" into our stuff. Grayson must have put it in the buggy when I was grabbing some cough drops. I checked our receipt and we weren't charged for it...how it got past the checker I have no idea. Geez...meet my son, the kleptomaniac!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-3295323584271869534?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/3295323584271869534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=3295323584271869534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/3295323584271869534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/3295323584271869534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/10/conleys-9-months-and-graysons-klepto.html' title='Conley&apos;s 9 Months and Grayson&apos;s a Klepto'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-5852945756212002992</id><published>2008-10-18T22:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:52:30.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alley Rally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today we had our 2nd Annual Alley Rally. What is an Alley Rally, you ask? Well, all of our neighbors that live along the alley way (our particular alley forms a "Y" shape so that there's a large area in the middle) converge upon on the Ruster's driveway where we set up the grill, the chairs, the coolers, and all of the stuff for the kiddos. They run around and play with one another in the alley (really safe, right?) while the adults hang out, have some adult beverages, scarf down some food, and try to engage in adult conversations, all while keeping a wary eye on what the kids are doing and playing referee, if necessary. The kids had a great time and played really well with each other for the most part. There were a few spills that resulted in scraped knees, and a few tears over a particular toy, but all in all it was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPqsiGxKPpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/886kKwUEp78/s1600-h/Oct2008_4+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258705216840810130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPqsiGxKPpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/886kKwUEp78/s200/Oct2008_4+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPqshuFFGOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3vBMBqNyxw4/s1600-h/Oct2008_4+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPqsiYJScsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LM_R9tc3z4U/s1600-h/Oct2008_4+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPqshuFFGOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3vBMBqNyxw4/s1600-h/Oct2008_4+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258705210213472482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPqshuFFGOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3vBMBqNyxw4/s200/Oct2008_4+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPqsiYJScsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LM_R9tc3z4U/s1600-h/Oct2008_4+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258705221505413826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPqsiYJScsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LM_R9tc3z4U/s200/Oct2008_4+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Our neighbor Tiffaney brought out the new addition to their family, Boudreaux the hairless cat. The kids got a kick out of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPqsis0oW3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/vY1w_rKbYM4/s1600-h/Oct2008_4+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258705227055913842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPqsis0oW3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/vY1w_rKbYM4/s200/Oct2008_4+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yesterday we took the boys to get their portraits taken. They turned out really well. I took a couple of snapshots with my camera during the session. Conley's going to really hate that I put him in this costume when he's older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPqsi-LWK_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/3rCUf1oV0LI/s1600-h/Oct2008_4+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258705231714593778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPqsi-LWK_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/3rCUf1oV0LI/s200/Oct2008_4+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-5852945756212002992?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/5852945756212002992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=5852945756212002992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/5852945756212002992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/5852945756212002992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/10/alley-rally.html' title='The Alley Rally'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPqsiGxKPpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/886kKwUEp78/s72-c/Oct2008_4+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-2181685158295606427</id><published>2008-10-17T13:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:03:41.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's gettin' some teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well, finally! Conley's has his two little bottom teeth starting to poke through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-2181685158295606427?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/2181685158295606427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=2181685158295606427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/2181685158295606427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/2181685158295606427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-whos-gettin-some-teeth.html' title='Guess who&apos;s gettin&apos; some teeth!'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-4730807839179315255</id><published>2008-10-14T12:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:32:10.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;OK. so Grayson loves it when Jon puts him up on his shoulders and spins him around.  So last night after dinner, Jon bribed Grayson to go up stairs and take a bath with the promise of a spin session once he got upstairs.  Bad idea...Grayson ended up blowing chunks afterwards!  At first he just coughed really hard and I noticed that he had liquid coming out of his nose.  So we took him to the bathroom to clean him up and thank goodness we made it in time because he just let it go all over the counters, the mirror, the floor...you name it, it was covered.  Thanks, honey, for giving me just one more big mess to clean up at the end of my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-4730807839179315255?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/4730807839179315255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=4730807839179315255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/4730807839179315255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/4730807839179315255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/10/gross.html' title='Gross!'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-3624686895593473031</id><published>2008-10-11T19:27:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:25:15.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the drama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So Thursday afternoon while in SuperTarget, we had our first all-out tantrum over a toy that I was not going to buy for him. You would have thought this kid was being tortured by the intensity and the decibel level of the crying and screaming. I normally let him look at the cars in the toy section, but that day, I gave him the heads up that we would NOT be buying any more cars until he earned all of the ones I already bought for him as his reward for going pee and poop on the potty (which he has put a cease and desist order on lately - ugh). All was going well until he grabbed a package containing "Cars" movie replicas of all the characters in one package (nevermind the fact that he already has all of them but one). He pulled the package into the cart with him and I decided that he could look at it until it was time to go and then he would have to put it back - BIG mistake. So the whole time we're walking through the store, he's saying "I don't wanna put it back", over and over and over again. You would have thought this kid was Rain Man or something. I tried to just ignore it, but after about 10 minutes of this, I finally told him that yes, we had to put it back and that we were not buying any more cars right now. Screaming and lots of tears followed...people would either look at me with disgust, empathy, or pity, depending on whether or not they were childless, had kids, or were grandparents, respectively. So, lesson learned...if you're not going to buy a toy, don't tempt fate by going to "look" at them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, we went to The Big Orange Pumpkin Farm in Celina and met up with all of our neighborhood friends. The weather was awesome and the kids all had a great time. They got to feed some cows and goats, go on a hayride, pick out some pumpkins, and run around all over the place. Conley was quite the trooper, especially since he did not have his usual morning nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc0w92bxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cQz6X3DDKJo/s1600-h/Oct2008_2+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256999095359663890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc0w92bxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cQz6X3DDKJo/s200/Oct2008_2+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1m5I9lI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3u1qc7O0F9Y/s1600-h/Oct2008_2+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256999109835421266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1m5I9lI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3u1qc7O0F9Y/s200/Oct2008_2+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1hFQ3pI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gJRFM8eMi_g/s1600-h/Oct2008_2+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256999108275658386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1hFQ3pI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gJRFM8eMi_g/s200/Oct2008_2+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1EIzVDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PlUY0ie2jxk/s1600-h/Oct2008_2+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256999100505871410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1EIzVDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PlUY0ie2jxk/s200/Oct2008_2+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1EIzVDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PlUY0ie2jxk/s1600-h/Oct2008_2+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1EIzVDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PlUY0ie2jxk/s1600-h/Oct2008_2+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1EIzVDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PlUY0ie2jxk/s1600-h/Oct2008_2+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1EIzVDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PlUY0ie2jxk/s1600-h/Oct2008_2+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1EIzVDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PlUY0ie2jxk/s1600-h/Oct2008_2+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1EIzVDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PlUY0ie2jxk/s1600-h/Oct2008_2+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1EIzVDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PlUY0ie2jxk/s1600-h/Oct2008_2+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1EIzVDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PlUY0ie2jxk/s1600-h/Oct2008_2+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1EIzVDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PlUY0ie2jxk/s1600-h/Oct2008_2+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc1EIzVDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PlUY0ie2jxk/s1600-h/Oct2008_2+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today we went to see Tammy, Tom, and Emily and we watched the TX-OU game together. It was such a great game and our Horns pulled out the win. Hook 'em! Grayson and Emily had a fun time playing with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc17AQTOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8ZCDVXMPD0E/s1600-h/Oct2008_3+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256999115233971426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc17AQTOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8ZCDVXMPD0E/s200/Oct2008_3+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-3624686895593473031?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/3624686895593473031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=3624686895593473031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/3624686895593473031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/3624686895593473031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-drama.html' title='Oh, the drama!'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SPSc0w92bxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cQz6X3DDKJo/s72-c/Oct2008_2+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-8046095746527574246</id><published>2008-10-05T20:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:34:48.641-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>It's Not Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well, Grayson had his first official mommy-given haircut today (not counting the baby hair trims). I decided to try to cut it myself since taking him somewhere to get it cut is such a total nightmare everytime we go. Grayson saw me trimming Jon's hair with the clippers one day, so I asked him if it would be okay for mommy to cut his hair and he nodded yes. Apparently, Mommy with clippers is not as scary as the stylists with clippers. So, with Mimi and Grandpa here for support, I proceeded to trim his entire head with a #8 guard. Note to self - do not use a guard on the top of his head because even the #8 makes it too short! At least it will grow out fairly quickly. And Grayson was a champ through the entire thing! So proud of him. After we were done, I asked him how it was and he replied, "It's not bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Grayson's new haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOlmdPhL3iI/AAAAAAAAAFU/m0Ckyk45-34/s1600-h/Oct2008_1+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253843092872355362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOlmdPhL3iI/AAAAAAAAAFU/m0Ckyk45-34/s200/Oct2008_1+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Conley's finally starting to be able to sit up on his own. Today was the first time he sat up on his own for about a minute or so before toppling over onto his side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOlp6hlKnpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oS-31KhA4vQ/s1600-h/Oct2008_1+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253846894471978642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOlp6hlKnpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oS-31KhA4vQ/s200/Oct2008_1+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Grayson and Mimi raced lawnmowers today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOlq8UM-_xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dP-meyJrauI/s1600-h/Oct2008_1+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253848024752258834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOlq8UM-_xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dP-meyJrauI/s200/Oct2008_1+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7853106014189914432-8046095746527574246?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/8046095746527574246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=8046095746527574246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/8046095746527574246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/8046095746527574246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-not-bad.html' title='It&apos;s Not Bad'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOlmdPhL3iI/AAAAAAAAAFU/m0Ckyk45-34/s72-c/Oct2008_1+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-6616260225239231935</id><published>2008-10-03T09:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:06:22.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well, today is a great day (although you might have to ask me again at the end of the day, after I've been with the boys all day - ha)!  Today makes it official...as of this morning for my weekly Weight Watchers weigh-in, I have lost 30 lbs and am now down to 115 lbs!  I truly didn't think it was possible after having two babies, but Weight Watchers works!  It probably helps that I am at the gym at least 4 times a week, too, but I am SO excited to be my old self again!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-6616260225239231935?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/6616260225239231935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=6616260225239231935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/6616260225239231935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/6616260225239231935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-3734540916405810194</id><published>2008-10-01T20:55:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:33:13.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conley's New Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOQtnHfkWII/AAAAAAAAAEk/w7gyONkMUu0/s1600-h/Sept2008_4+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252373215470442626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOQtnHfkWII/AAAAAAAAAEk/w7gyONkMUu0/s200/Sept2008_4+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today we bought Conley a new mode of transportation to get himself around the house...I know the pediatricians hate these things, but when Grayson was Conley's age, he thought his walker was the bomb, so I figured Conley would probably get a kick out of it as well (it also keeps him from becoming the human swiffer as he creeps along the floor). And, I was right! Conley seemed to be digging his new ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Grayson had his own fun pushing Conley (a little too fast for my comfort) back and forth through the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOQtBoREniI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xRoNG0YRzFQ/s1600-h/Sept2008_4+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252372571432984098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOQtBoREniI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xRoNG0YRzFQ/s200/Sept2008_4+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We went to the park today for some afternoon fun. Conley's first ride in the baby swing seemed to go over well. I took some pics. The sunlight shining behind him lights up his baby afro as though it were a halo...awwww, what a sweet little angel (for now)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOQv9WqfXvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z56JF7aDl6E/s1600-h/Sept2008_4+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252375796523163378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOQv9WqfXvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z56JF7aDl6E/s200/Sept2008_4+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;On the flipside, Grayson's ride in the big boy swing did not go as well...he asked me to push him higher, I told him to hang on tight, and the next thing you know, "THUMP!" Grayson fell backwards out of the swing...good thing he really wasn't going that high! I think it scared him more than anything. You think he would learn...this was the second time it has happened to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Grayson has become quite the negotiator with the whole potty training business. Before we left the house this morning, I asked him if he would like to try to poop on the potty. He responded by saying, "I want a car". I told him that if he pooped on the potty I would give him the car right then and there. And you know, this kid can poop on command when there's a new toy to be had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Grayson and Conley have a snack together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOQxzyaPOXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Wv7mv4rfZ5A/s1600-h/Sept2008_4+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252377831195752818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOQxzyaPOXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Wv7mv4rfZ5A/s200/Sept2008_4+002.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/7853106014189914432-3734540916405810194?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/3734540916405810194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=3734540916405810194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/3734540916405810194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/3734540916405810194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/10/conleys-new-ride.html' title='Conley&apos;s New Ride'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOQtnHfkWII/AAAAAAAAAEk/w7gyONkMUu0/s72-c/Sept2008_4+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-8668069723052843949</id><published>2008-09-28T19:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:25:10.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brunch with the Diehls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the third time really is a charm! It's only taken us that many tries to get together with Troy and Dina since they moved into their new house here in Frisco (see background story below). Either we were sick or they were on call or in surgery; but today, the planets aligned and we went to visit them at their new, (ginormous) beautiful home. They cooked up a mean brunch for us and we provided the mimosas - yum! The boys were great and Grayson got a big kick out of Troy and Dina's dog, Dylan. He's a puggle (a pug-beagle mix). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dylan the Puggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOAin8qzCYI/AAAAAAAAADM/oqSJYGfDLYI/s1600-h/Sept2008_3+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251235235209873794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOAin8qzCYI/AAAAAAAAADM/oqSJYGfDLYI/s200/Sept2008_3+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Troy and Dina with the Conley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOAjNGC-NlI/AAAAAAAAADU/zXVd1RBITkk/s1600-h/Sept2008_3+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251235873382348370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOAjNGC-NlI/AAAAAAAAADU/zXVd1RBITkk/s200/Sept2008_3+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, Troy is Jon's friend from way back. They met when they were both attending the University of Salamanca in Spain and apparently, they had some crazy times together. Troy is an orthopedic surgeon, who until just recently, was working for the Cincinnati Bengals. He and his partner were wooed by Centennial Medical Center in Frisco to build their practice here (insert shameless plug - Performance Orthopaedics &amp;amp; Sports Medicine for all of your orthopaedic and sports injury needs). Out of all of the places in the world he could have ended up in - small world! We're so glad to have you guys in the neighborhood.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And congratulations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; on the little bun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; in the oven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-8668069723052843949?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/8668069723052843949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=8668069723052843949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/8668069723052843949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/8668069723052843949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/brunch-with-diehls.html' title='Brunch with the Diehls'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SOAin8qzCYI/AAAAAAAAADM/oqSJYGfDLYI/s72-c/Sept2008_3+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-3205196518153615105</id><published>2008-09-27T20:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:42:41.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Little Stinker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Man, oh man!  That Grayson is one sneaky little boy!  And he's a little too smart for his own good, if you ask me.  We just went to Target the other day to get a new package of toy cars for him to be used a rewards for when he goes potty.  Well, there's no such thing as delayed gratification in Grayson's world.  He cannot wait and he wants what he wants, right now!  So, this morning, I left Grayson in the living room to watch his show while I went and got dressed to go to the gym.  I was gone maybe three minutes.  When I walked back into the kitchen area, Grayson was nowhere to be found and all was eerily quiet, which is never a good sign (queue suspenseful music).  I looked up on the counter where I had placed the package of toy cars, and whaddya know?  They're not there!  I called for Grayson...no answer.  I walked into the play room and found him crouched down in his play house with the door shut and all of the cars out of the package!  What a little stinker!  These kinds of things have been happening with more frequency lately.  And he's not very subtle about when he's trying to get into something, either.  Later in the day, I was getting dressed in the bathroom and Grayson came to see what I was doing.  Once he decided that I was busy enough, he left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, and then he shut the bedroom door, too!  This time he was trying to get into his chocolate treats (also rewards for going potty).  I had no idea kids coud be this sneaky as such a young age!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853106014189914432-3205196518153615105?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/3205196518153615105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=3205196518153615105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/3205196518153615105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/3205196518153615105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/sneaky-little-stinker.html' title='Sneaky Little Stinker!'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-8008765364177073635</id><published>2008-09-26T15:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:54:56.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poopin' On The Potty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN1JzfG9wuI/AAAAAAAAADA/I929sdNg4m8/s1600-h/August2008_3+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250433889456734946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN1JzfG9wuI/AAAAAAAAADA/I929sdNg4m8/s200/August2008_3+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wooo-hooo! Grayson went poop on the potty again today! This is the second time. The first time was a week ago. The incentive was a new toy truck. I told him that if he went poop on the potty before we left for the mall, I would give him the truck, and VOILA! Poop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And here's a funny story from the other day.... I was putting Grayson to bed earlier this week, and I was wearing a little cami tank top. I guess I was "expanded" at that point in time, since I am only nursing two times a day right now, and so my chest was hanging out of the top a little as I was laying on my side reading to Grayson. Grayson points at "one of them" and says, "what's that Mommy?" So I was thinking that maybe he was talking about a mole or something on my chest, so I asked him again what he was talking about. Well, he pointed straight at the boob and said, "what's that?" I just started laughing and Grayson joined in. Once I calmed down, I explained to him that what he was pointing at is "Mommy's chest". Grayson's response was, "Ooooohhhh". I was cracking up!&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/7853106014189914432-8008765364177073635?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/8008765364177073635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=8008765364177073635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/8008765364177073635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/8008765364177073635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/poopin-on-potty.html' title='Poopin&apos; On The Potty!'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN1JzfG9wuI/AAAAAAAAADA/I929sdNg4m8/s72-c/August2008_3+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853106014189914432.post-2400986767328816191</id><published>2008-09-24T23:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:58:46.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it's our first blog entry - finally! Nothing too exciting or out of the ordinary today. Grayson shared his pancakes with little Morgan during our play date today. Very cute! He's just now starting to share things with his friends and understanding that it makes them happy when he shares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0wD_2SrrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Koynov23las/s1600-h/Sept2008_2+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250405585820757682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0wD_2SrrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Koynov23las/s200/Sept2008_2+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Both boys are doing great and growing up before our eyes. Conley's 8 months old now. We had to start supplementing because he wasn't gaining enough weight. It makes me a little sad that we're done with the nursing already, but I am glad we at least made it this long. I guess I will feel liberated once we're completely done. No more expanding and shrinking every day. And yea for the return of wine and margaritas! Conley's baby afro is starting to lay down now that his hair is getting longer. It still sticks up, but just not as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Grayson recently got some new Skechers shoes. They are his favorite. He says "Mommy, I want to wear my 'Skoochers'". It's so funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Grayson has also had a recent breakthrough in the potty training department. He's not consistent yet, but he's doing great! Although, I guess it helps that we provide incentives (read "toys"). This potty training business is getting expensive! But I guess diapers are expensive, too. So we're just trading one expense for another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0u3TlyCZI/AAAAAAAAACk/fP5A-207fAI/s1600-h/Sept2008_2+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250404268270291346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0u3TlyCZI/AAAAAAAAACk/fP5A-207fAI/s200/Sept2008_2+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Another big event that happened recently was Grayson's first visit to the dentist. Our friend, Erica, kept Conley for me so that I could dedicate my full attention to Grayson, since the experience from this first visit could dictate how well (or not so well) future visits go. I was worried, but there was no need. He did awesome! I was so proud of him! Of course, it helps that this dentist is a pediatric dentist and the entire office is outfitted for entertainment and distraction of the kids. The waiting area is a play haven, and once inside the office, there are TV screens on the ceiling, fun murals on the wall, and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0vYjdZOSI/AAAAAAAAACs/u0_RaNK3sGw/s1600-h/Sept2008_2+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0vYjdZOSI/AAAAAAAAACs/u0_RaNK3sGw/s1600-h/Sept2008_2+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0vYjdZOSI/AAAAAAAAACs/u0_RaNK3sGw/s1600-h/Sept2008_2+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0vYjdZOSI/AAAAAAAAACs/u0_RaNK3sGw/s1600-h/Sept2008_2+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;They put "Cars" on for Grayson, and I think at that point he was sold! All of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;hygienists and "Dr. CC" were awesome with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0vYjdZOSI/AAAAAAAAACs/u0_RaNK3sGw/s1600-h/Sept2008_2+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0vYjdZOSI/AAAAAAAAACs/u0_RaNK3sGw/s1600-h/Sept2008_2+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0vYjdZOSI/AAAAAAAAACs/u0_RaNK3sGw/s1600-h/Sept2008_2+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250404839465761058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0vYjdZOSI/AAAAAAAAACs/u0_RaNK3sGw/s200/Sept2008_2+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0vYjdZOSI/AAAAAAAAACs/u0_RaNK3sGw/s1600-h/Sept2008_2+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0vYjdZOSI/AAAAAAAAACs/u0_RaNK3sGw/s1600-h/Sept2008_2+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0vYjdZOSI/AAAAAAAAACs/u0_RaNK3sGw/s1600-h/Sept2008_2+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0vYjdZOSI/AAAAAAAAACs/u0_RaNK3sGw/s1600-h/Sept2008_2+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7853106014189914432-2400986767328816191?l=keithcentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/feeds/2400986767328816191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7853106014189914432&amp;postID=2400986767328816191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/2400986767328816191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853106014189914432/posts/default/2400986767328816191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithcentral.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-first-post.html' title='Our first post!'/><author><name>Bonita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351748665141037753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/S3HdVreb22I/AAAAAAAAAU0/XrQLqqukuNA/S220/Dec09_3+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4k3JspgftA8/SN0wD_2SrrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Koynov23las/s72-c/Sept2008_2+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
