<?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-977577171835037442</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:29:18.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch the Flowers Grow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-2596428542376790340</id><published>2011-12-15T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T10:02:01.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty</title><content type='html'>Lastnight the kids were talking on their “phones”. I ask Cade who he was talking to and he said that it was Rox. I then ask what she was doing and he said that she was “tired”.  So I told him that was because she was older than dirt. He got all wound up and said, “Oh no Rox is diiirrrttty?” I busted out laughing. However, the story gets better. A few minutes later Caylee walks up and says, “Rox is dirty.” I had to call and tell great aunt Rox the story. This morning the kids were playing and out of the blue Caylee says, “Granny is dirty.” Cade said, “No she not dirty.” Bahaha, it is so funny how their little minds work. Moral of the story: If my kids come up and tell you that you are dirty they really don’t mean anything by it.:) My apologies to Rox and Granny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-2596428542376790340?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2596428542376790340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/12/dirty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/2596428542376790340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/2596428542376790340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/12/dirty.html' title='Dirty'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-165529381568392408</id><published>2011-09-28T16:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T16:05:58.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Little Caylee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Caylee is so stinkin’ cute even if I do say so myself. This post is to recognize a few of her cutest moments in the last few weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) She loves to sing and dance. She will come up to me and sing happy and clap. Her favorite is “If your Happy and you know it.” I will sing it for her and she will perform all the moves until she gets so excited all she can do is squeal. When we go for walks if you are quite you can hear her sing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” as we push her in the stroller. PRECIOUS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Because we are always telling the kids, “I love you” at random moments Caylee has started coming up to us and saying “I love you too” at random moments. Makes my heart flutter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) The other night I was going to watch a movie. Caylee ask me what I was doing. I told her I was going to watch a chic-flic. She then said, “Momma watch chicken.” Haha, such sweetness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) We always tell Caylee that she is our little Princess. Well it has kind of went to her head. Now every time we get her dressed she says, “I princess.” Then the other night Mom came over and Caylee was being ugly. So, I swatted her on the bottom. She started crying, looked up at Grandma, and in a pitiful little voice said, “Princess got spanking.” So hilarious now but not when she is a teenager. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) When Jeff is off we always try to do something fun as a family. This last weekend we took the kids to the park. We took a soccerball, football, baseball, and gloves. We were teaching Cade how to play soccer and I look up. Caylee went into the goal to get a ball and her head went right through the net. It is wrapped around her throat and she is hung squealing. It looked so funny. Wish we would have got a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-165529381568392408?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/165529381568392408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/cute-little-caylee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/165529381568392408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/165529381568392408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/cute-little-caylee.html' title='Cute Little Caylee'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-5508570192660294065</id><published>2011-09-13T15:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T15:27:53.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Will be so Proud</title><content type='html'>I don’t know how many of you watch America’s Got Talent but we def. watch it here. This year there was a guy on the show called, The Kinetic King. He was a little on the weird side but I loved him. He would spend hrs. stacking popsicle sticks and then make them drop like dominoes for his talent. I was more intrigued by his personality than anything. Anyways he would always say, “Oh yeah, woohoo.” His voice and lack of excitement really made the expression. Jeff started mimicking this guy when he wanted to tease me about liking him and we always laugh about it. Last week he taught Cade the expression and would have him repeat it. This afternoon I was checking to see what shows were on TV tonight. I was excited with the evening line up and said, “Yes!” As soon as it was out of my mouth I hear Cade say in a mediocre voice, “Oh yeah, woohoo.” I could have swore The Kinetic King was sitting right beside me. Haha, he didn’t have a clue what I was excited about but like his Daddy poked fun at the fact that once again Mommy was celebrating over nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-5508570192660294065?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5508570192660294065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/daddy-will-be-so-proud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5508570192660294065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5508570192660294065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/daddy-will-be-so-proud.html' title='Daddy Will be so Proud'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-7734135020481066187</id><published>2011-09-04T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T14:49:49.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay-cation 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past week Jeff was on vacation so we decided to take a stay-cation. I looked on the internet at different things here in Amarillo that we don’t normally do. I found prices and times and made a list of activities that I thought the kids as well as us would enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;On Monday we went to Thompson park and had a picnic. After our picnic we went to the zoo. Both of the kids really seemed to enjoy themselves. At each and every stop Cade would say, “I see an animal. Let’s go find another animal.” About half way through he told me he could hear an elephant. However, there are no elephants there. After we left the zoo and was headed home I ask the kids what their favorite animal was. Cade said, “The zebra,” there wasn’t one, haha. And Caylee said, “I sleepy” with a big grin on her face. That night they had an ice cream M&amp;amp;M picnic and watched ABC animals in the living room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;On Tues. we got up and went to the botanical garden. It is small and not way exciting but we were able to talk to the kids about all the different colors and shapes. They loved being outside and walking through “the jungle” as Cade calls it. That afternoon we went to the Discovery Center. There were a million hands on act. For the kids. They had different act. With ping pong balls, blocks, legos, and bubbles. They had a place to learn how to rope. They had cowboy outfits and mirrors. They also had a performance stage and lots of instruments the kids could play. We will def. be getting a membership there for cold snowy days or days that it is too hot to go outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;On Wed. we rested and then went to church that night. Then on Thurs. we took the kids to the WT football game. They have never been to a game so I packed books, stickers, and snacks to keep them occupied. On the way to Canyon Cade raised his arms and shouted, “Cade is so excited.” When we pulled up to the stadium he said, “Look it’s the football cow.” Haha! Once we were in we took them over to see the buffalo and then found our seats. They loved sitting behind the band and put on quite a dance show for the fans in our area. They clapped and cheered. And at the end of the game Cade cried all the way to the car. He begged to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Friday and Sat. we spent our time in Borger celebrating birthdays. And what better way to end a special week than to spend time with Grandma and Papa. Lots of wonderful memories with my sweet babies. (I will upload an album of pictures on fb for those of you interested.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-7734135020481066187?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7734135020481066187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/stay-cation-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/7734135020481066187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/7734135020481066187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/stay-cation-2011.html' title='Stay-cation 2011'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-4324496657754083991</id><published>2011-08-23T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T13:13:27.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny's Chair</title><content type='html'>A few months back my grandma broke her leg. Like most she has been using a walker and wheel chair to get around. And in my opinion is doing pretty well considering it was such a bad break. Well for the last few months anytime we mention Granny, Cade brings up her broke leg. Last night we went to Hobby Lobby so that I could get some things for the kids. When we walked into the door there were two wheel chairs sitting at the front of the store. I would have never even noticed them. However, as soon as we are in Cade goes running over and hollers over to us, “Look it’s Granny’s chair.” Haha he is so funny!! I guess he will forever relate wheel chairs to poor Granny and her broke leg. ;) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-4324496657754083991?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4324496657754083991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/08/grannys-chair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/4324496657754083991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/4324496657754083991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/08/grannys-chair.html' title='Granny&apos;s Chair'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1341795789604581984</id><published>2011-08-18T17:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T18:02:42.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys and Boogers (2 for the price of 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Due to ridiculous temperatures I went against my better judgment and took the kids to play at the mall. It is a great place to burn off energy if school is in session. If not it is total chaos. Too many kids and some of them are WAY too big to be playing on the kiddy equipment. Of course this just happen to be one of those days. There were 3 boys there with their grandma and they were all well in their pre-teen years. Well little miss Caylee took a liking to them. I really didn’t think much about it until I look over and see my little diva in action. She is leaned against a pole, legs crossed at the feet, and arms crossed on her chest just a chatting away with these pre-teen boys. Her face is smitten, and mine is as white as a ghost. She isn’t even 2 and here she is standing like a 15 yr. old just a rattling away with these boys. I called her over and informed her that she was WAY to young to even go there and they were WAY too old. Dear God help us with this one, lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note. Last night Caylee was having issues with her nose. She notices a booger on her finger. She looks at me and says, “Oh no.” She then turns away and tries to put the booger back in her nose. Haha another very funny Caylee moment. God do I love that girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1341795789604581984?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1341795789604581984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/08/boys-and-boogers-2-for-price-of-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1341795789604581984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1341795789604581984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/08/boys-and-boogers-2-for-price-of-1.html' title='Boys and Boogers (2 for the price of 1)'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-2592313882440826929</id><published>2011-08-18T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:43:31.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell My Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This evening I went to hang Cade’s clothes in his closet. Out of nowhere he comes up behind me and plants his face right in my behind. He then proceeds to sniff. I ask him what he was doing and he said, “Smelling my pants.” I then ask him if they smelt good and he said, “No mom they stink.” He never even cracked a smile. Then because Cade and Caylee always do everything alike, Caylee comes up and plants her face in my behind. And as you guessed it she takes a big whiff and says, “Stinky” while pinching her nose. Haha, I told them that I didn’t stink, and they went on about their business. Ah the touching moments of being a Mom. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-2592313882440826929?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2592313882440826929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/08/smell-my-pants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/2592313882440826929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/2592313882440826929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/08/smell-my-pants.html' title='Smell My Pants'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-7040207562931704492</id><published>2011-08-18T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:36:27.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Pits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A few months ago as I was bathing the kids I decided to start teaching them how to wash in the tub. I scrub them down really good and then hand the washrag over to them. We cover every body part and they think they are pretty smart doing so. After meal time I always hand them a wet-wipe and tell them to clean their hands and face. Well I started noticing that after Caylee washed her face and hands she would wipe her armpits. I know pretty funny huh? One day as I went to get the wipes I noticed peanut butter on her shirt under each arm. I thought weird how in the heck did she do that? Then I came out of my mommy fog and realized that she had split her sandwich and rubbed her armpits with it. LOL She has done this on two diff. occasions. Both times I missed her in action but always have a good laugh when I look down and see peanut butter on her shirt. She is such a silly girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-7040207562931704492?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7040207562931704492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/08/peanut-butter-pits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/7040207562931704492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/7040207562931704492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/08/peanut-butter-pits.html' title='Peanut Butter Pits'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-4958771740026329942</id><published>2011-07-18T14:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:22:56.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rocking Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have always loved rocking my babies to sleep. Cade stopped wanting to rock when he was barely a year old. He would fight and scream and cry. It was awful. I finally gave in and would just put him in our bed and pat his butt until he would fall asleep and then put him in his crib. Then we found out we were going to have Caylee so at about 16 months old he went to a toddler bed. Every single night we read together and then turn out the lights. It took him a month or two to learn to stay in bed but then he never got up and would just fall asleep. A couple of times in the last few weeks he has ask me to rock him after I rock Caylee. Well today it brought me to tears. Not just tears but full blown bawling with boogers running everywhere. He crawled up here with his white shirt and lay here while I rocked. Then he reaches up and starts rubbing my cheek. He talked in a very quite voice. The conversation was about having two names, the color of our skin, and numbers. None of it made much sense but it was one of those rare moments where it is quite in the house and it is just me and my precious baby boy that will FOREVER be engraved in my heart. Moments like that don’t come everyday but when they do come the unconditional love and compassion burns in your soul like nothing else in this world!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-4958771740026329942?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4958771740026329942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/07/rocking-chair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/4958771740026329942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/4958771740026329942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/07/rocking-chair.html' title='The Rocking Chair'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1178623601436334998</id><published>2011-07-07T18:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:08:23.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was going through some things in our filing cabinet. All of a sudden the kids are at my bedroom door and Cade is very excited. He said, “Momma we holding hands.” I look up from the mountain of papers and he raises his hand. Him and Caylee are holding hands smiling very proudly at me. I was pretty excited myself due to the fact that they usually spend the day fussing with each other. I ask him if he would like me to take a picture and he said yes. They were both really pleased with themselves, haha. Then this evening after dinner I was flipping through a mag. He comes running into the living room saying, “Brown, brown, Caylee brown.” Within seconds she comes out of the kitchen with a brown crayon. I walk around the corner and all my white cabinets are now brown, one wall is brown, my oven is brown, and the dishwasher (black) has waxy streaks all over the door. The crayons were in a bottom cabinet that has child-proof locks. However, Caylee managed to get her finger in the door just enough to get out a crayon. So this evening I will be scrubbing my kitchen from top to bottom, huh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WO3IHXUk4ts/ThZ0dTC3YsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5ZeX-8YqcKE/s1600/Flowers%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WO3IHXUk4ts/ThZ0dTC3YsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5ZeX-8YqcKE/s320/Flowers%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626812831123333826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1178623601436334998?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1178623601436334998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-i-was-going-through-some-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1178623601436334998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1178623601436334998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-i-was-going-through-some-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WO3IHXUk4ts/ThZ0dTC3YsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5ZeX-8YqcKE/s72-c/Flowers%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-5638569771781657743</id><published>2011-06-14T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:04:25.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>Tonight the kids were playing while I was watching TV. Caylee stops and grabs her sippy cup. When she gets to my chair she shakes it showing me that it is empty and says, “Coffee, coffee.” LOL I said, “No I don’t think you need any coffee but I will get you some water.” She is so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-5638569771781657743?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5638569771781657743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5638569771781657743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5638569771781657743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-592867352469811855</id><published>2011-06-01T19:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:00:04.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Phases</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Due to the fact that Cade will only eat a few select things I have started trying to be really creative with some of my meals. He likes spaghetti so I have been making it a lot. I  really like the Mac. Grill pasta meals they sell at the store. Tonight I decided to make one of those and add chicken. I thought surely he would eat the pasta and just dig out the chicken. He has had it before and really liked it. Well, I guess not!! As I called him and Caylee to dinner he put his hands on his hips and said, “Momma I don’t like yellow sketti. I don’t like it.”  I said, “It’s not yellow it is more like white.“ He said, “I don’t like it.“ So I said, “Fine then don’t eat.” He ran off to his room and started playing. As I was cleaning up dishes he comes back into the kitchen. I then ask him, “Cade are you ready to eat?” He raised his eyebrows at me said no and then ran back to play. I couldn’t help but laugh once he got into the other room. He was so direct and matter-of-factly. He has also started a new phase of every morning crying when we brush his teeth. I am not sure what that is about but I am certain that it is probably just another weird little phase that will pass with time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-592867352469811855?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/592867352469811855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-phases.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/592867352469811855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/592867352469811855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-phases.html' title='New Phases'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1171810245541903289</id><published>2011-06-01T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T19:57:54.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Derril Gene Part 2</title><content type='html'>The other day Cade and I made a WM run. When we come out of the store Cade got very excited. He was pointing and jabbering, so I looked up to see what was so great. He was pointing at an old black car coming across the lot. I looked at it and noticed that there was a little old couple in it. They were grinning and waving at Cade because he had noticed their car. Then the little old man honked at Cade. He didn’t know what to think when he heard the really old horn. I waved back to thank them for acknowledging him. It was a very sweet moment. As I took Cade to the car I thought about my dad and how he likes old cars and car shows. I couldn’t help but smile thinking about how proud Papa will be when he realizes that this little grandson has a love for cars just like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1171810245541903289?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1171810245541903289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/derril-gene-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1171810245541903289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1171810245541903289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/derril-gene-part-2.html' title='Derril Gene Part 2'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-7720093463097232011</id><published>2011-05-21T15:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T15:46:50.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Derril Gene</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Cade was a very sick little boy. He spent all day in bed sleeping. So I got to spend all day with my sweet little princess. She crawled up in my lap and was showing me her eyes, nose, and mouth. Then she showed me her ears. I said, “Yeah Caylee has ears, she doesn’t use them to listen to Mommy but she has them.” It was at that point that I realized I had just quoted my dad. He was always telling me that I never used my ears to listen to him. And I thought, "Dear God I have turned into Derril Gene," lol. I do think that I turned out ok and that my dad (and mom) did a great job of raising me. So if I am turning into my parents I will be ok with that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-7720093463097232011?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7720093463097232011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/derril-gene.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/7720093463097232011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/7720093463097232011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/derril-gene.html' title='Derril Gene'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-260190407481261792</id><published>2011-05-21T15:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T15:34:04.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The other night after dinner the kids were at the table eating yogurt. Caylee was getting hers everywhere and Cade was trying not to get his anywhere. :) I look up and said, “Oh Caylee.” Cade then replies, “What’d she do Momma?” I told him that she was making a mess. He then proceeds to put his elbow on the table with his spoon in the air and observe. As I clean her up Cade says, “Dear God….Momma please make her stop.”  I just about fell out of my chair. He is so funny!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-260190407481261792?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/260190407481261792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/260190407481261792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/260190407481261792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-6006867227900787065</id><published>2011-05-14T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:14:53.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>On Sunday Jeff worked from sun up until sun down, so we celebrated my MD on Tues. I woke up to breakfast in bed. After we all got around and ready we went to Johnny's for lunch. That afternoon Jeff took us to play putt-putt. The kids were so cute. Caylee ran around with her club and ball and was very excited by everything that was going on. And Cade well he is going to be the next Tiger Woods. At every single hole he would walk up to the hole and place his ball right on the edge then he would tap it in with his club, too cute. One hole was on a hill after two attempts he holds the ball in the air above the hole, then bumps it with his club,  and drops it in the hole. Precious!! Later that evening we had a picnic and then that night we went out for ice cream. Caylee and Cade each got their own and Caylee was determined to eat it all by herself. After fussing at her daddy over him helping her he gave in and handed her the spoon. She immediately dipped her spoon in and when she pulled it out and saw ice cream she looked him in the eye and with a smile as big as Dallas said, "Ta-da".  As a mom I have learned that Mother's Day isn't about feeling good about being me. It is one more day to sit back and watch my precious babies and thank God for blessing me with these two little angels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-6006867227900787065?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6006867227900787065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/6006867227900787065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/6006867227900787065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-4850493008963351036</id><published>2011-05-09T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T21:11:35.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Update</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I had a post so I decided to let everyone know what the Flowers family has been up to. :) Jeff is back on days and we LOVE it. He is working 3 on 3 off, for the most part, and he feels so much better than he did when he was working nights. I have been loving playing with the kids. We spend a lot of time in the backyard or we go out for rides to see what we can see around town. Some days we will take a trip to Canyon for Jeff's lunch. We go to the park and eat in the car while the kids stand in the seat, heads out the window, and quacking at the ducks. Haha, they love lunches with Daddy and the ducks. Caylee is still getting into anything and everything. Right now she loves cleaning, yeah for me. She talks all the time and can say and do everything Cade can do. Cade is also talking all the time. His stories usually make no sense what so ever but he gets to hear his own voice and loves the attention he gets when telling them. This week I am buying Caylee some panties and going to start training her to potty. She turned 18 months today but I feel very certain that she is ready and that she will do great. Just the other day Jeff said, "I love our life and where we are right now." I couldn't agree more. :) Anyways nothing super exciting just wanted to catch up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-4850493008963351036?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4850493008963351036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/4850493008963351036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/4850493008963351036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-update.html' title='Just an Update'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-5522105032021109006</id><published>2011-03-21T18:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:46:40.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07Dd29NCQpY/TYfjGQJC9wI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SHa-VUUygSU/s1600/Flowers%2B051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586683559328020226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07Dd29NCQpY/TYfjGQJC9wI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SHa-VUUygSU/s320/Flowers%2B051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SdjLJ5AIEII/TYfjGYyzrgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NXNHDSKaISs/s1600/Flowers%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586683561650662914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SdjLJ5AIEII/TYfjGYyzrgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NXNHDSKaISs/s320/Flowers%2B052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a few seconds of how each and every day is spent with my Crazy Little Caylee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-5522105032021109006?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5522105032021109006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/daily-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5522105032021109006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5522105032021109006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/daily-life.html' title='Daily Life'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07Dd29NCQpY/TYfjGQJC9wI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SHa-VUUygSU/s72-c/Flowers%2B051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-2021891517463182415</id><published>2011-03-07T16:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:00:49.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Wheelin'</title><content type='html'>Every year we like to use our tax return to pay off bills. We always keep a little back though to use as “fun money.” This year we decided to use some of it to buy the kids power wheels. We found Caylee a little pink Beauty and the Beast four-wheeler, and for Cade we found a blue Yamaha four-wheeler. When we went to get them the kids were so excited. We went on and on about it and the excitement spread. As soon as we got home that night Jeff brought them into the kitchen. When he pulled Cade’s out of the box Cade said, “Oh my gosh!” He then jumped on it before Jeff could even get the wheels and steering wheel on. Then we pulled out Caylee’s. She loved it. She climbed right on and would not get off. She would sit for a min. and then stand on the seat for a min. (She is going to be our little dare devil.) The next day (after charging the batteries) we took the kids out to the backyard to ride. Caylee figured it out pretty quick and would cruise around the yard giggling. Cade on the other hand wants us to help him with his. He did push the pedal a few times but like everything he will have to warm up to it. We will def. have a fun spring and summer playing with their new rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5Rqrw6xVNg/TXVjKEeWu1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/mB-MvviCix4/s1600/Flowers%2B048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581476337846500178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5Rqrw6xVNg/TXVjKEeWu1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/mB-MvviCix4/s320/Flowers%2B048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYcbwUURJrE/TXVjJydaqsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9RoEPt14jzg/s1600/Flowers%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581476333010725570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYcbwUURJrE/TXVjJydaqsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9RoEPt14jzg/s320/Flowers%2B049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OOy4HnJIL7g/TXVjJjaxLxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mqgMhqz930M/s1600/Flowers%2B050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581476328973086482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OOy4HnJIL7g/TXVjJjaxLxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mqgMhqz930M/s320/Flowers%2B050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-2021891517463182415?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2021891517463182415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/four-wheelin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/2021891517463182415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/2021891517463182415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/four-wheelin.html' title='Four Wheelin&apos;'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5Rqrw6xVNg/TXVjKEeWu1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/mB-MvviCix4/s72-c/Flowers%2B048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-3392610834030729319</id><published>2011-02-20T18:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:11:54.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming!!</title><content type='html'>I potty trained Cade when he was two because Caylee had just arrived and changing that many diapers a day was just gross, haha. The potty we bought was this cute little green frog. Recently, since Cade is getting bigger he is going over the top with his pottytime. (To put it nicely) So today we went to WM and I saw a bi-gender Elmo seat that you just put on your pot. I hyped it up and asked Cade if he would like to start using the Big Boy potty. (He is terrified of ours) He was so excited so we bought it. It took a little fussing, discussing, and a few tears but he is getting the hang of it. I am really NOT looking forward to teaching Caylee. All the accidents and going 5 billion times a day does not sound fun. However, tonight after we ate supper I took Cade to potty and when he was finished Caylee started to get on. I was wanting to clean up the dishes and didn't let her sit on it. OMG you would have thought it was the end of the world. So I guess as much as I am dreading it potty training round two is in my near future. Oh well at least we will be done with diapers. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-3392610834030729319?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3392610834030729319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-coming.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/3392610834030729319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/3392610834030729319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s coming!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-3441637419433039472</id><published>2011-02-20T17:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:01:14.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to my Ears</title><content type='html'>For over a yr. now when I make anything besides a pb&amp;amp;j, poptart, or go get donuts all I have heard is "Oh, yuck, shoooey." Thank you Cade. Well recently he has decided to start eating some of the things he used to love. One of those is spag. and fettucini. :) Tonight the entire time we were eating all I heard was, "Momma I love sketti. You great sketti, very good." I may get tired of reading Dr. Suess a million times a day, cleaning up bodily fluids, or always having toys laying around the house, BUT I will never get tired of hearing how great my cooking is. Thank you Cade, Mommy loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-3441637419433039472?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3441637419433039472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-to-my-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/3441637419433039472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/3441637419433039472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-to-my-ears.html' title='Music to my Ears'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1818691414315459147</id><published>2011-02-12T09:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T09:58:07.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Eat That</title><content type='html'>When babies give kisses they are always open mouth, tongue, and lots of slobber. Jeff and I were talking last night and couldn't stop laughing. Every time Caylee tries to kiss Cade or if she is mad and tries to bite him he always does the same thing. He puts his hand over his head, runs, and says, "Caylee don't eat that." It is hilarious, she runs after him with her mouth wide open and giggling. They are such funny little creatures. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1818691414315459147?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1818691414315459147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-eat-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1818691414315459147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1818691414315459147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-eat-that.html' title='Don&apos;t Eat That'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1721192407831893351</id><published>2011-02-06T08:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T08:24:39.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cade turns 3 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TU6u8V70sxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OzrsUnIhTDk/s1600/Flowers%2B047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570582140807328530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TU6u8V70sxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OzrsUnIhTDk/s320/Flowers%2B047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TU6u8FF_xCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/D3u594wBD6k/s1600/Flowers%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570582136286594082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TU6u8FF_xCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/D3u594wBD6k/s320/Flowers%2B025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TU6u7mzc55I/AAAAAAAAAIg/AMxE-j7Ag6U/s1600/Flowers%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570582128155748242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TU6u7mzc55I/AAAAAAAAAIg/AMxE-j7Ag6U/s320/Flowers%2B034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1721192407831893351?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1721192407831893351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/cade-turns-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1721192407831893351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1721192407831893351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/cade-turns-3.html' title='Cade turns 3 :)'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TU6u8V70sxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OzrsUnIhTDk/s72-c/Flowers%2B047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-5803403266853441407</id><published>2011-02-03T00:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:29:52.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cade&lt;/strong&gt;: 1. He will be 3 yrs. old on Friday.  2. He has finally stopped eating only pb&amp;amp;j :) 3. He loves to color, write, and read. His favorite is Dr. Seuss. I will never get tired of hearing him read The Cat in the Hat to me and his Daddy. 4. Caylee is his very best friend. He does everything with her including body slamming her on the couch.  5. He is a wonderful helper. 6. He has started telling me, "I don't want Momma's kisses." with a huge smile on his face. 7. He loves to play outside and has just recently started practicing a little baseball. 8. He wants to eat icecream every evening after dinner. 9. He is the cutest little boy I have ever seen. 10. Everyday he continues to teach me what unconditional love really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caylee: &lt;/strong&gt;1. She will be 15 months old on the 9th. 2. She eats just about anything and everything.  3. She can say about a million words and has started going to Cade's potty. 4. Cade is her very best friend. She is always watching him very closely and wants to do everything that he gets to do. 6. She makes me laugh all day long while at the same time makes me want to pull my hair out. :) 7. She is the sunshine in our family. 8. She gives hugs and kisses all day long and usually when you least expect it. 9. She is the cutest little girl I have ever seen. 10. Everyday she teaches me to always be positive and show affection to those around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am soo blessed to have these two little angels in my life, and I thank God for them everyday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-5803403266853441407?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5803403266853441407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5803403266853441407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5803403266853441407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-8103664762319324714</id><published>2011-01-30T22:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:47:41.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never</title><content type='html'>These are a few of my favorite pictures from Christmas. (Thank you Josh!!)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TUY-ls8hrcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vI9gm_C06Wc/s1600/168857_485756324102_631784102_6040122_3920270_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568206806731304386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TUY-ls8hrcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vI9gm_C06Wc/s200/168857_485756324102_631784102_6040122_3920270_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TUY-WvgZFRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zvtorWwaLJI/s1600/168502_485756454102_631784102_6040127_5011996_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568206549720569106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TUY-WvgZFRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zvtorWwaLJI/s200/168502_485756454102_631784102_6040127_5011996_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TUY-WkxFrSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FfxZQ3tfvhA/s1600/167867_485756704102_631784102_6040139_6857309_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568206546837810466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TUY-WkxFrSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FfxZQ3tfvhA/s200/167867_485756704102_631784102_6040139_6857309_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TUY-WEivZJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/54LuYqHXIHg/s1600/163079_485756054102_631784102_6040111_1126560_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568206538187695250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TUY-WEivZJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/54LuYqHXIHg/s200/163079_485756054102_631784102_6040111_1126560_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TUY-V65DkmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NxcryTW4Ytc/s1600/167344_485756644102_631784102_6040136_6046352_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568206535596937826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TUY-V65DkmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NxcryTW4Ytc/s200/167344_485756644102_631784102_6040136_6046352_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TUY-VzQ3kRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lmZbf86ZUBU/s1600/163185_485755919102_631784102_6040106_4296559_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568206533549330706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TUY-VzQ3kRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lmZbf86ZUBU/s200/163185_485755919102_631784102_6040106_4296559_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-8103664762319324714?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8103664762319324714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/01/better-late-than-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/8103664762319324714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/8103664762319324714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2011/01/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TUY-ls8hrcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vI9gm_C06Wc/s72-c/168857_485756324102_631784102_6040122_3920270_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-6863118640620821058</id><published>2010-12-13T20:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:14:22.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of the Day!</title><content type='html'>Hmm interesting title. One I don't know that these are "High" lights and two they all happened in one day, today.&lt;br /&gt;1. Caylee has managed to tear into the same present three times today. Needless to say it is put away and no longer under the tree. (Sorry great grandma Deskin). 2. While I was cleaning Caylee managed to unroll half a roll of toilet paper. It was all over the bathroom, down the hall, and across the living room. 3. Caylee managed to get my Texans coaster off my nightstand and chew a hole in it. 4. Caylee managed to get some wipes down and cover Cade's bed with them. 5. Caylee tore more holly off my snowman nutcracker. 6. Caylee pulled numerous balls of cotton (snow) off the edge of my snow village and left them in various places around the house. This was before and after I had finished vac. the carpet. 7. As I write this post she has now ripped another ornament off the tree. 8. Caylee has caused at least 58 of my hairs to turn gray. Ok that one I might have imagined. :)&lt;br /&gt;I am noticing a pattern here. :S I know some of you thought that I had forgot to post because I haven't written in so long. However, as you can see I have my hands full and just haven't had the time to sit down. Here is to hoping tomorrow is a smoother day. Lol. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-6863118640620821058?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6863118640620821058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/highlights-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/6863118640620821058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/6863118640620821058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/highlights-of-day.html' title='Highlights of the Day!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-4102704188211704980</id><published>2010-10-18T00:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:20:51.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TLvZFRcVXBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SpKk5nhF9OA/s1600/Flowers+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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I HATE going to the dentist even for a cleaning. I hate the smells, the sounds, and the pain. I called a place here in Amarillo called Koolsmiles. The night before his appt. people all over started telling me all these horror stories about the place I had picked. I was soo nervous for him. I kept telling myself to act like it was going to be the greatest thing since Coca-cola and Hershey's chocolate so that Cade wouldn't be scared. However, my stomach was so sick that morning. Well we go in and I fill out pgs. and pgs. of paperwork while Jeff tries to entertain Cade. As soon as I get them filled out they are already calling us back. The office was very kid friendly when we got to the back. They had cute animals painted on the wall. In the room where they clean teeth they had it painted with all kinds of fish and ocean creatures. Cade cried and was scared to death. However, since it was his first time I thought he did spectacular. The hygenist was very sweet and the dentist was nice and gentle with Cade as well. When he was done he got a new toothbrush, a dinosaur flosser, and a toy out of their toy bucket. Then he went to the room with a pig painted on it and got his picture made for the "No cavity wall." I was sooo proud of my little prince. We already have his next cleaning scheduled for April and I know that it will go great as well. Thank you so much Shelly for being my cheerleader. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1861905675181425399?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1861905675181425399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/dentist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1861905675181425399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1861905675181425399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/dentist.html' title='The Dentist'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-7733307346919108937</id><published>2010-09-16T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:53:30.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hands are Full</title><content type='html'>OMG my daughter is a mess!!! When she was smaller we bathed her in a bathseat that fit in our kitchen sink. Right before she grew out of it she ripped the kitchen sink loose. TWICE!!! Then tonight Cade is wearing his new PJ's Toy Story. Well little Miss Caylee loves them, so she keeps going and grabbing his pants and pulling them down. LOL He has to keep running to the couch to keep his pants on. Haha!! Then a few min. ago I was talking to a friend online about a very serious subject. All of a sudden I look up and Caylee has the door to the VCR in her hands. Now we don't really use our VCR since we have DVD and Blu-Ray but there are still some old favorites that we haven't replaced yet. I guess we better get on the ball and upgrade. It scares me to think what this little toot will be getting into as she gets older. :) Oh well at least she gave me a couple of good laughs tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-7733307346919108937?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7733307346919108937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-hands-are-full.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/7733307346919108937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/7733307346919108937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-hands-are-full.html' title='My Hands are Full'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-8586608322429964843</id><published>2010-09-02T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:24:41.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naptime</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago we bought Caylee a baby doll. She loves stuffed animals so we thought it was time for her to have her own baby. Weeelll, Mister Cade has kind of taken to this baby. He carries it around on his shoulder patting her back and saying "aahh it's ok." He even lets out a fake cry every now and then for the baby. :) It is pretty cute. Today I was rocking Caylee for her nap and Cade picks up the baby doll. He sits on the couch rocking and patting "his" baby. When I go to put Caylee down here he comes with "his" baby. Sure enough you guessed it, when I lay Caylee down he hands me the doll to put in the crib too. I politely smiled, took the baby, and gently laid her in the crib with Caylee. He smiled and you could tell he was so proud that he had put the baby down for a nap. Then we headed outside to play in his clubhouse, sandbox, and swing for a bit. I know one day he will be an outstanding daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-8586608322429964843?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8586608322429964843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/09/naptime.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/8586608322429964843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/8586608322429964843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/09/naptime.html' title='Naptime'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-8694087853036626031</id><published>2010-08-14T21:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:33:56.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Copycat</title><content type='html'>You always hear about "the little one" wanting to do everything that "the big one" does. At our house it is just the opposite. Cade is a copycat to almost everything Caylee is doing now. He crawls around the house with her, he pulls up on the furniture with her, he even sucks his thumb with her. Tonight I was putting away laundry and when I look over they are both chewing on the baby gate. Then while they were in the tub, Caylee started splashing and growling at me. As soon as Cade noticed he too was splashing and growling at me. It is so funny to see how they interact with each other. It is like living with two little monkeys on crack, lol. Needless to say there is NEVER a dull moment at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TGdRBg08dXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lfkXuvB0RH4/s1600/Flowers+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505458155917440370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TGdRBg08dXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lfkXuvB0RH4/s320/Flowers+112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TGdRCfWb6fI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GlFclAsnPK0/s1600/Flowers+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505458172700912114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TGdRCfWb6fI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GlFclAsnPK0/s320/Flowers+114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TGdRB7DrihI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1Cpp0z5buDI/s1600/Flowers+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505458162958567954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TGdRB7DrihI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1Cpp0z5buDI/s320/Flowers+113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-8694087853036626031?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8694087853036626031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/08/copycat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/8694087853036626031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/8694087853036626031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/08/copycat.html' title='The Copycat'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TGdRBg08dXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lfkXuvB0RH4/s72-c/Flowers+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-4577600623150865072</id><published>2010-08-12T14:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:03:59.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evil Eye</title><content type='html'>Today was Caylee's nine month checkup. I can not believe our little princess is already nine months old. Anyways Jeff worked all night so I had both kids with me. They both did so good. I was so proud of them. However, when I think back to the appt. I can't help but smile and sometimes laugh when I think about it. Like all babies Caylee did not like it when the Dr. checked her ears/throat and she really hated the shot. Both times she cried I looked down and Cade was giving the Dr./nurse the evil eye. They are both very lucky that looks really can't kill because Cade would have killed them right there on the spot. I have never seen that kind of fire in his eyes. Look out future boyfriends, Caylee's brother definetly has her back.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-4577600623150865072?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4577600623150865072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/08/evil-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/4577600623150865072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/4577600623150865072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/08/evil-eye.html' title='The Evil Eye'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-6210550054118017063</id><published>2010-07-26T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:33:10.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing</title><content type='html'>Today I busted my butt cleaning, doing laundry, ironing, and taking care of the kids. So tonight Jeff offered to bathe the kids while I drank a chocolate mocha. After he had bathed each of them he took Caylee out and dried her off. When he finished with her he went to get Cade out. While busy with Caylee, Cade decided to take a dump in the tub. When Jeff looked around the door Cade was picking up the terds and throwing them back into the water, haha. Then when Jeff made him stop and got him out he cried, lol. I offered to go clean the tub again but Jeff was nice enough to do it for me. He got an old coffee can and fished the terds out of the tub before scrubbing it down for me. This was one night I was sooo thankful Jeff was off and had offered to bathe the kids, lol. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-6210550054118017063?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6210550054118017063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/07/fishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/6210550054118017063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/6210550054118017063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/07/fishing.html' title='Fishing'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-3626751513599007035</id><published>2010-07-17T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:25:07.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a Days Time</title><content type='html'>For a couple of weeks now little Miss Caylee has been army crawling. Well the other day she got up on all fours and is now a full fledged crawler. On that same day I left the room for just a few short minutes and when I came back she was PULLING UP on her walker. What the heck?! That's not all though. That night after I bathed her, she started using her bath towel to play peek-a-boo with me. No joke she mastered all the skills in just one days time. I can't believe how fast she is growing and learning. I know kids grow up fast, but to see them accomplish everything in one short day is just too overwhelming. I will definetly have to keep on my toes with this one, haha. She is such a loving little girl and loves to play with her big brother. Being a mother of two is everything I dreamed and so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-3626751513599007035?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3626751513599007035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-in-days-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/3626751513599007035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/3626751513599007035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-in-days-time.html' title='All in a Days Time'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1795561315785629856</id><published>2010-07-17T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:17:00.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Job Babe</title><content type='html'>The other night before Jeff went into work we were bowling on the Wii. Cade loves watching us play. Every time I got a strike Jeff would say, "Good job babe." Cade always cheers us on. However, on this paticular day he decided to repeat everything. So every time Jeff would say good job babe, Cade would say it. It was so funny. When we finished I said, "No Cade, I am Momma not Babe." He pointed to his chest and said, "I am Momma." Huh that boy. I love him to death. He is so silly!! As for the potty training he is still doing really good. He is using the potty more and more and his underwear less. :) He is also doing a great job of sharing with his sister and usually doesn't have to be reminded. I can't believe he is already almost 2 and a half. The time is flying by but I am loving every minute, and am so blessed to have this sweet little boy in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1795561315785629856?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1795561315785629856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-job-babe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1795561315785629856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1795561315785629856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-job-babe.html' title='Great Job Babe'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1052785546630496707</id><published>2010-07-10T11:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:46:46.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TDii4uDm32I/AAAAAAAAADU/6kpoisj52Xw/s1600/Flowers+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TDii4uDm32I/AAAAAAAAADU/6kpoisj52Xw/s320/Flowers+110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492318840897855330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TDii33ChtrI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ef-Hx0-XKVI/s1600/Flowers+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TDii33ChtrI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ef-Hx0-XKVI/s320/Flowers+108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492318826129372850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TDii3r3jvDI/AAAAAAAAADE/xpKgr-jrRlk/s1600/Flowers+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TDii3r3jvDI/AAAAAAAAADE/xpKgr-jrRlk/s320/Flowers+109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492318823130577970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1052785546630496707?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1052785546630496707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/07/playtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1052785546630496707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1052785546630496707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/07/playtime.html' title='Playtime'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TDii4uDm32I/AAAAAAAAADU/6kpoisj52Xw/s72-c/Flowers+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-4662843685328198263</id><published>2010-07-09T12:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:44:28.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty, teeth, and toes, goodbyes and hello's.</title><content type='html'>Our life is like a roller coaster right now. A really fun and exciting one. The kids are doing so many new and diff. things. Cade is learning to wear big boy undies. He is doing so good. We have only been at it about four days but he is already having fewer accidents and he is not even 2 and a half yrs. old. I am soo proud of him. Today Caylee wanted to sit in the bathroom with us. So I had her on my lap while Cade sat on his froggy potty. While he sat there he counted her toes. It was so cute. Caylee now has two teeth and looks absoulutely adorable. She sits up on her own and has mastered army crawling. She is so fast and into EVERYTHING. The other night while Cade and I were in the bathroom she got a hold of my coke and dumped it all over the laptop. Huhhh! I am running between the two of them night and day and loving every minute of it. Caylee has also learned to wave. It is so sweet! She sits in the middle of the living room waving all day, haha. I don't know if she is saying goodbye or hello, but she loves to wave. I am so THANKFUL that I get to be home with my babies to watch them learn and grow. It is such a blessing to be here and witness each and every milestone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-4662843685328198263?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4662843685328198263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/07/potty-teeth-and-toes-goodbyes-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/4662843685328198263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/4662843685328198263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/07/potty-teeth-and-toes-goodbyes-and.html' title='Potty, teeth, and toes, goodbyes and hello&apos;s.'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-2499161749582628001</id><published>2010-06-24T22:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:57:43.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>For several yrs. now I have teased my mom and dad about becoming older and am always calling them Grandma and Grandpa. :)So of course we call them that all the time now. They come over and see the kids often and we make several trips to Borger to spend time with them. Cade loves playing with them, of course being a boy he seems to favor my dad. He loves letting Grandpa pull him in the wagon or wrestle on the bed. If we go out to eat and he gets bored Grandpa is the first to take him outside or walk him around the restaurant. Well the other day Cade started saying a new word. He said Papa. Now as a mother every new word completely melts my heart. However, when he said Papa for the first time the look on my dad's face was priceless. I know without a doubt by the smile on his face and the twinkle in his eyes his heart melted a lot more than mine did that day. It was a very sweet moment that we will cherish forever. Here is a pict. of Cade and his Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TCQo_Vexp6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/alrKsQJ02P0/s1600/Flowers+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TCQo_Vexp6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/alrKsQJ02P0/s320/Flowers+107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486555314607204258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-2499161749582628001?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2499161749582628001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/2499161749582628001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/2499161749582628001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TCQo_Vexp6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/alrKsQJ02P0/s72-c/Flowers+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-3127132553744044160</id><published>2010-06-17T22:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:21:31.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new...</title><content type='html'>So much is happening right now that I thought I better get with it and share. My little princess is doing and growing so much. She is almost crawling. She will get on her knees and rock back and forth and then belly-flop. I know any day now she will be chasing Cade all over the house. She loves giving kisses and loves playing with her big brother. As for Cade he loves playing with Caylee. He talks to her, shares toys, and hugs on her all the time. If it is time to put her down for a nap or bed and we forget to let him kiss her he goes nuts. He is also talking a lot now. He still jibber-jabbers some but most of the time you can pretty much carry on a conversation with him. He is also becoming very independent. He doesn't want to hold hands at town he wants to walk, or shall I say hop and jump on his own. He also loves to get into the cabinet and observe every snack 2-3 times before he picks the one he wants, lol. Jeff and I are doing well ourselves. His nights are going good and we both enjoy his schedule of 4 on 4 off. I can't believe that next week will be our anniversary and that we have already been married four yrs. Time sure does go fast. Here is a pic. of our beautiful babies.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TBrlvWiattI/AAAAAAAAACs/ujQlTOjoshw/s1600/Angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TBrlvWiattI/AAAAAAAAACs/ujQlTOjoshw/s320/Angels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483948097943549650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-3127132553744044160?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3127132553744044160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-new.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/3127132553744044160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/3127132553744044160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/TBrlvWiattI/AAAAAAAAACs/ujQlTOjoshw/s72-c/Angels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1427731549026214022</id><published>2010-05-23T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:04:34.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence</title><content type='html'>This morning when Jeff got off of work we all ate breakfast together. When we were finished and we had spent a little time together, Jeff decided to hit the hay. He bent down and kissed Caylee. Then he kissed Cade and said, "Night night." Cade said,&lt;br /&gt;"night night" and then grabbed his shirt and ran to his bed. Jeff and I kind of laughed and then went into his room to explain that he didn't have to go to bed but that his daddy did. :) Tonight Cade and I were sitting together and he was watching one of his favorite shows. At the end of the program he clapped his hands, waved, and said bye. His sweet innocence can melt my heart, bring tears to my eyes, or make me giggle inside. I will be so sad when he no longer has that childhood innocence, until then I will cherish every minute of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1427731549026214022?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1427731549026214022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/05/innocence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1427731549026214022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1427731549026214022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/05/innocence.html' title='Innocence'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-156454212169594723</id><published>2010-04-29T18:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:13:11.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sh-- Happens</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard the expression "shit happens"? Yeah me too. However, after this evening it takes on a whole new meaning to me. After we ate dinner we were all sitting in the living room. A nice peaceful little family. Well Cayleebug started fussing so Jeff said he would go change her diaper. It just so happens that it was a dirty one and when he got back to her room he realized the wipes were in the front. So he comes carrying her by her little hands and feet into the living room, crap and all. I ask him what he is doing and he says, "Where are the wipes?" I told him that they were right beside me and why didn't he holler. He cleans her up and redresses her. Well now Cade is fussing. He comes up to me and is rubbing his hand so I say,"Ah did you hurt your hand? You will be ok." I see Caylee's dirty diaper still laying in the floor so I pick it up and toss it into the diaper pail. Cade is still fussing and rubbing his hand so I bend down and kiss it. Then it hits me, that kiss tasted funny. I look at his hand more closely and yep you guessed it. He has Caylee's crap all over him. He hates his hands being dirty, he wasn't hurt he was sticky and stinky. The taste in my mouth, crap!! I clean him up and then immediately go brush my teeth. Oh I am soo irritated at Jeff for not asking for help and for leaving a dirty diaper in the floor. It has been a little over an hour now and I am still trying to take deep breaths and not barf everywhere. I am sure as one of my followers you are on the floor laughing, I am not. However, I know that one day I will look back at this and laugh. I also know that you are all wondering about Jeff. Don't worry he is still alive and I still love him, he is just in time out for now. Huh, shit happens!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-156454212169594723?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/156454212169594723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/04/sh-happens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/156454212169594723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/156454212169594723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/04/sh-happens.html' title='Sh-- Happens'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-3553471809341573090</id><published>2010-04-28T13:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:21:13.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He did it Again!!</title><content type='html'>Well Cade did it again. He completely melted my heart. The other day I was getting ready and Jeff came into the room to give me a hug. Cade came in behind him and got right inbetween our legs. He pushed and grunted until he had us seperated. Now this wasn't the first time he has done this. However, after pushing us apart he reaches up for me, so I lift him up. Once I get him on my hip and he is eye level with us he looks right into his daddy's eyes and in the sweetest most non-aggresive voice says, "mine." Jeff's mouth hit the floor and I melted into a complete puddle of emotions. It was the sweetest thing these ears have ever heard. That boy has me completely wrapped around his little finger, there isn't ANYTHING in this world I wouldn't do for him. I LOVE my little prince. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-3553471809341573090?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3553471809341573090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-did-it-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/3553471809341573090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/3553471809341573090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-did-it-again.html' title='He did it Again!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-7798460298501189480</id><published>2010-04-07T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:27:34.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Kiddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/S70--VytloI/AAAAAAAAACk/9vI-QC_eTDw/s1600/Flowers+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/S70--VytloI/AAAAAAAAACk/9vI-QC_eTDw/s320/Flowers+081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457587564165568130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we brought Caylee home from the hospital Cade's life was turned upside down. My mom stayed with us all week, we had lots of visitors, and there was this little creature in our home. He would watch as we did the daily task taking care of a new born. Not long after she was here he started rubbing her head. Then a few months ago he started saying "aw sweet" as he rubbed her head. And now well lets just say that they are the best of buddies. Lastnight I was sitting here and I look over at the couch where Caylee was laying. Cade was standing there just talking to her and then they both started laughing. He rubbed her head and then he kissed her. Caylee was smiling and cooing the whole time her big brother loved on her. I am so blessed to have two sweet precious babies in my life, and I am so glad that they love each other so much already. I know they will have lots of great memories growing up together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-7798460298501189480?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7798460298501189480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/04/tale-of-two-kiddies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/7798460298501189480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/7798460298501189480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/04/tale-of-two-kiddies.html' title='A Tale of Two Kiddies'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/S70--VytloI/AAAAAAAAACk/9vI-QC_eTDw/s72-c/Flowers+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-9091192416068314527</id><published>2010-03-02T14:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:05:42.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Kisses</title><content type='html'>Today was a gorgeous day. So we decided to take Cade out this afternoon while Caylee napped. We took out the sidewalk chalk and drew pictures, played hide-n-seek, and chased Cade all over the front yard. He looked so cute running like a madman in his cowboy boots. I started chasing him around saying I'm going to get you. He would run a few feet and then turn around and go mmmmaw and kiss me. Hah it melted my heart, these are the moments I have always waited for. I told Jeff that Cade didn't have to take a nap today we would just stay out in the front yard all day so that I could get some more of those Cowboy Kisses. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-9091192416068314527?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/9091192416068314527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/03/cowboy-kisses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/9091192416068314527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/9091192416068314527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/03/cowboy-kisses.html' title='Cowboy Kisses'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1314015280353692411</id><published>2010-03-02T14:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:59:08.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clapper</title><content type='html'>The other night my mom and dad came over to see the kids. While they were here Cade and my mom were playing with his basketball goal. She started clapping for him and saying "yeah". Well now every time Cade does anything he claps for himself. So we clap as well and say "Yeah Cade". Yesterday Cade was outside with Jeff and threw such a fit that he knocked Jeff's glasses off his face and onto the sidewalk. Jeff brought him in and spanked him. Then he told Cade to say he was sorry. Cade stopped crying and said, "sar" then immediately started clapping and said "yeah Cade." I look at Jeff through clenched teeth. He had his teeth clenched as well. However, we couldn't hold it any longer we both got so tickled. Needless to say we (Jeff and I) still have a lot of work to do when it comes to disiplining our children. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1314015280353692411?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1314015280353692411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/03/clapper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1314015280353692411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1314015280353692411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/03/clapper.html' title='The Clapper'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-8582969388482844887</id><published>2010-02-19T14:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:36:34.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye</title><content type='html'>Used to when people would leave Cade would have a major melt down. Now that he is a little older he will stand at the window and wave while repeatedly saying "bye". At night after we read him his bedtime stories we say we love you and he replies, "bye". When he is doing something we don't want him to and tell him he needs to stop he says "bye". It is so hard not to laugh when he does that. Well yesterday morning I put him on our bed to watch one of his movies so that I could get in a 30 min. workout. He looked so cute sitting on that bed that I just stood there watching him. After only a few short minutes he looks over at me and says "bye". I laughed but respected his wishes to watch his cartoon in peace and left the room. I know that with a blink of the eye this phase like many others will be gone, so I am going to enjoy the sound of my little man always saying "bye". And for now to my reader's "bye".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-8582969388482844887?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8582969388482844887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/02/bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/8582969388482844887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/8582969388482844887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/02/bye.html' title='Bye'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-5942542390478285549</id><published>2010-02-19T14:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:27:49.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunshine</title><content type='html'>When you turn on the evening news to check the weather you never know what your going to hear. Well I don't have that problem, sure my weather person is always saying something different, but at my house the forecast is always bright and sunny. Now don't get me wrong the Flowers family does have it's days, but not little Caylee. It doesn't matter what time night or day she is my little sunshine. Always smiling from ear to ear. I love that sweet happy little round face. The other night, four a.m. to be exact, I hear her stirring in her bed. I go in to check on her and she is burried under her blanket. When I pull the blanket back she is flopping around like a wild woman with a HUGE grin on her face. I am NOT a morning person and for sure not one at four a.m. However, I could help smiling. I ask her what was she doing and told her it was not time to get up and she laughed at me. I couldn't help but laugh also. So here I am at four in the morning having a laughing contest with my daughter :) I wrapped her back up and put her pacifier in her mouth and went back to bed. Luckily she went back to sleep as well. I guess she just wanted some company for a few minutes before we finished our night.;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-5942542390478285549?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5942542390478285549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5942542390478285549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5942542390478285549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-sunshine.html' title='My Sunshine'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-2649049130808536417</id><published>2010-02-19T14:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:18:24.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get ready to rumble!!</title><content type='html'>I hate wrestling. It comes on every Mon. and Thurs. at our house. Jeff has always been a fan and always will be. He records it on our DVR since he is working nights. This Mon. the tv flipped over to Spike and started recording. Well I was playing with Caylee and never got up to turn it off. Cade has seen it before but it has been months since him and his daddy watched it together. That night he stood in front of the tv watching it intently. All of a sudden I hear his sweet voice saying, "oooh ouch ugh."I kind of chuckled to myself when all of a sudden with excitement in his little voice he says as clear as day, "Aww that's sweet." I just about hit the floor laughing. It was so cute but then I also felt a little frustration because now I don't just have one wrestling fan in the house I now have two of them, haha. Aah from the mouth of babes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-2649049130808536417?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2649049130808536417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-get-ready-to-rumble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/2649049130808536417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/2649049130808536417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-get-ready-to-rumble.html' title='Let&apos;s get ready to rumble!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-934611551256653884</id><published>2010-02-10T18:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:52:35.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it is time to wash my hair!!</title><content type='html'>Every morning as I take my bath I have a very sweet little boy standing at the side of the tub to keep me company. Today as I was washing my hair I opened my eyes and Cade was standing there rubbing his hair. I ask him if he was washing his hair. He then put his hands down walked up to the tub and started to pick up my shampoo bottle. I love watching him learn everyday task and words. However, please keep your fingers crossed for me that he does not decide to wash his hair when I am busy with Caylee, cooking supper, or some other task. I can only imagine the mess that he would make, lol. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-934611551256653884?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/934611551256653884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-it-is-time-to-wash-my-hair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/934611551256653884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/934611551256653884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-it-is-time-to-wash-my-hair.html' title='I think it is time to wash my hair!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-5059734465290694008</id><published>2010-01-30T09:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:03:56.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say...</title><content type='html'>For the last couple of months Cade has been throwing lots of fits. He will want something and if we don't know what it is or say no he looses it. Lots of times he will want us to do something with his toys and we won't have a clue what it is, then he cries, screams, and hits. So a couple of weeks ago I bought him some flashcards. I thought that maybe if he could start learning more words the communication barrier would not be so hard for him or us. Well yesterday I was so excited. Jeff got out his cards and Cade was repeating all the words after Jeff would say them. It was the cutest thing. All evening and this morning we will say a word and then have Cade repeat it. This morning Cade was laying in bed with Jeff and I so we started going over the parts of his body and he would repeat the word. When we got to fingers Cade layed there a minute thinking and then put both hands on his head and said, "I don't know." We busted out laughing and he laughed too. I guess there are some words that he is just not ready for ;) I know though that in no time he will be saying fingers and all kinds of things. I love hearing his sweet little voice. As for Caylee she is not saying words of course but she is beginning to roll over and can sit in the bumbo for quite awhile before she gets tired. I am so proud of both of them. It is so fun watching them grow and learn new things. I looove being a mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-5059734465290694008?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5059734465290694008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-you-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5059734465290694008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5059734465290694008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-you-say.html' title='Can you say...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-6370260010812255590</id><published>2010-01-12T15:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:25:00.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The true beauty of having a daughter</title><content type='html'>When I found out I was having a girl I was so excited I could hardly wait. We had Cade and had done all the sport decorations and little boy clothes. As fun and exciting as that was I was really looking forward to having another female in the house. Jeff said he was equally excited however, his actions didn't quite measure up. So I ask him what was going on. He said nothing and that he was just as excited about Caylee as he had been about Cade. After a few weeks I approached him again and found out that he was a little apprehensive about having a girl. He has five brothers and absolutely no sisters. He said he wouldn't know what to do with her and all the girly stuff that girls have. I told him it would be a piece of cake and that he would be fine. Well I think he has definetly done an excellent job of having a little girl. Yesterday we were going to spend the day out. He got the kids ready while I got ready myself. When I was finished he brought Caylee into our room and let me say, she was all dolled up. Her great aunt Rox had bought her an outfit that had a little pink tutu, her grandma had bought her some socks that look like dress shoes, and we had bought her some hairbows. He not only had her in her cute little tutu he also had on the little dress shoe socks and a matching hairbow. She looked so cute that we immediately started snapping pictures and I just had to share them with you. Here is our little doll ready to go shopping :) Great job Daddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/S0zoD-JE82I/AAAAAAAAACU/sctEqjgEZzk/s1600-h/Flowers+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/S0zoD-JE82I/AAAAAAAAACU/sctEqjgEZzk/s200/Flowers+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425966805992928098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/S0zoDjBohiI/AAAAAAAAACM/AnvHYNJcPhU/s1600-h/Flowers+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/S0zoDjBohiI/AAAAAAAAACM/AnvHYNJcPhU/s200/Flowers+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425966798713947682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-6370260010812255590?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6370260010812255590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/01/true-beauty-of-having-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/6370260010812255590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/6370260010812255590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/01/true-beauty-of-having-daughter.html' title='The true beauty of having a daughter'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/S0zoD-JE82I/AAAAAAAAACU/sctEqjgEZzk/s72-c/Flowers+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1438970331907134028</id><published>2010-01-07T03:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:48:21.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Mini Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/S0WtpAEtNJI/AAAAAAAAACE/uzWtMJyT468/s1600-h/Flowers+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/S0WtpAEtNJI/AAAAAAAAACE/uzWtMJyT468/s200/Flowers+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423932246143612050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin this story I must first tell you a little about myself. First of all, I love to take warm baths. I like being around people. I love to talk. I like to hear what other people have to say. I always enjoy a good laugh. I am very nosy. I don't need alot of sleep. I have the worst digestive system. And I am always ready to be up and about doing something. Now that being said, I must tell you about a VERY special little girl. My daughter Caylee. She is the sweetest happiest baby around. She has the Flowers physical traits but she has got MY big brown eyes. She loves to take warm baths. When I run the water over her in the morning she has the biggest smile on her little round face. She loves being around people. Caylee will smile from ear to ear when someone sits down by her or picks her up. And if you talk to her she will grin and always coo's something back. She will sit and listen to you talk for hours. She has even started learning how to laugh. I love it. Not only will she enjoy a good conversation but she is also a little nosy. She is always watching to see who is in the room, who leaves the room, and she constantly has her eyes on her crazy big brother. She loves to stay up late and usually gets up early. Sadly though, she does have an awful digestive system, which I am hoping gets better as she gets older. Caylee loves moving around and seeing what is going on in the house. I love that she is so happy and enjoys all the things that I do. When she is awake I can't pull myself away to take care of chores because her smile is so addicting. I love every second, every minute, and every day with her. It doesn't matter what kind of mood I'm in Caylee can put a smile on my face. It is so much fun having her in my life and I look forward to all the fun times we will have together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1438970331907134028?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1438970331907134028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-mini-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1438970331907134028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1438970331907134028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-mini-me.html' title='My Little Mini Me'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/S0WtpAEtNJI/AAAAAAAAACE/uzWtMJyT468/s72-c/Flowers+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1348864028550609465</id><published>2009-12-31T22:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:08:31.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We may get sued!!</title><content type='html'>Jeff and I decided to go get pictures made of the kids and a new family picture since we now have a prince and princess. We went to the studio and I must say it was quite an adventure. Cade was very wound up. He was all over the table and wouldn't be still. When it wasn't his turn he was at the photographers feet trying to check out the equipment or play with the props. I wrestled him through out most of the session until Jeff was nice enough to trade me. We got some really great pictures and they will be coming in soon. However, at the end of the session the old lady who took our pictures was having a hard time getting our order into the computer. While she was messing with that I was trying to tell Jeff something she had said earlier. All of a sudden I see Cade run up behind her and start slapping her butt. Oh yeah both hands one on each cheek. And he didn't just slap it once he was going to town. As my heart stopped and my face caught on fire I ran over and grabbed him, all the while apologizing repeatedly. I thought I was going to die. The lady just kept typing away and never made much of a reaction, but later I got to thinking about it and in today's time I am hoping that when we pick up our pictures she doesn't hit us with a lawsuit for sexual harassment, lol. Ah the joys of being a parent, I will laugh about this one for years to come. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1348864028550609465?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1348864028550609465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-may-get-sued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1348864028550609465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1348864028550609465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-may-get-sued.html' title='We may get sued!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-5479582337822501709</id><published>2009-12-31T10:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:45:08.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Held Accountable</title><content type='html'>After I had Caylee I decided to start loosing weight. I knew that Thanksgiving and Christmas were right around the corner so I thought that I would start out slow. I am watching what I eat and workout a few times a week. I had mentioned on fb that Cade was great at doing squats. He would watch me and the video and do some of the exercises with me. Family members and I had joked that it is easier to continue working out if you have someone to workout with you. However, I had silently thought, "It is cute and I love watching him but he can't hold me accountable. Not like an adult can. It isn't like if I skip a few workouts he is going to tell me to get off my butt and get busy." Oh how wrong I was!! I had falllen off the weightloss wagon this week and haven't worked out a single time. Lastnight I was cooking supper and he comes and hands me the box with the videos and workout bands. Then he runs into the living room and stands in front of the tv just waiting to get started. So, needless to say I am going to have to get with it, before my pint sized coach gets after me. ;) I honestly don't know what I would do without him.                                                                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/SzzUAFjs1aI/AAAAAAAAABk/TRWTtf_jj2I/s1600-h/Flowers+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421441149404239266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/SzzUAFjs1aI/AAAAAAAAABk/TRWTtf_jj2I/s320/Flowers+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/SzzUl9PmR6I/AAAAAAAAABs/09CrZw-5Daw/s1600-h/Flowers+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421441800007468962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/SzzUl9PmR6I/AAAAAAAAABs/09CrZw-5Daw/s320/Flowers+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-5479582337822501709?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5479582337822501709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-held-accountable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5479582337822501709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5479582337822501709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-held-accountable.html' title='Being Held Accountable'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/SzzUAFjs1aI/AAAAAAAAABk/TRWTtf_jj2I/s72-c/Flowers+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-4432280148355702088</id><published>2009-12-15T22:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:41:42.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time for Bed</title><content type='html'>When I had Caylee a really good friend of mine (Kelly) sent Cade this cool toy that had blocks with it. He has played with it more than any toy he has. Tonight after we read Cade his bedtime stories I heard a noise in his room. When I turn on the hall light there he is with those blocks in his hands. When the light came on he runs over to his football rug and sits down with his blocks. I go into his room and tell him that it is time to go to bed. So, he gathers all his blocks up and starts to put them in his bed. :) I then clarify that it is time to go to bed to SLEEP, and that he can play with his blocks in the morning. I leave the room and not 5 minutes later I hear him again. This time he is in his bed but has his blocks in the bed with him. Haha. I tell him he needs to go to sleep and this time I put the blocks in the living room. It amazes me at how smart my little boy already is at the age of 22 months old. However, now that I think about it, it is kind of scary to think what he will try when he gets older, LOL. Anyways I thought it was a cute story and wanted to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-4432280148355702088?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4432280148355702088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-time-for-bed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/4432280148355702088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/4432280148355702088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-time-for-bed.html' title='It&apos;s Time for Bed'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-7792669661489863352</id><published>2009-12-02T22:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:02:05.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/SygipuOZQMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QTW6fNMcfkI/s1600-h/Flowers+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 270px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415616652091408578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/SygipuOZQMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QTW6fNMcfkI/s320/Flowers+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was expecting Caylee I kept saying how Cade would be such a great big brother. He has always been so affectionate and sweet. Well as my due date got closer I started getting nervous. He had been the only child/grandchild for 20+ months. Would he be jealous, would he be resentful, how would he handle it?&lt;br /&gt;The first week she was here I was in tears alot. He was so intimidated and overwhelmed he would have these little shaking fits, and it broke my heart. I felt so guilty, I had damaged my sweet happy little boy and I didn't know how to fix it. After the first week though he settled down and ever since he will love on his sister from time to time, and you can tell by his face that he is sad when she cries.&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight confirmed it...he is an outstanding big brother. I was in the kitchen making cookies, Jeff had just fed Caylee and laid her on the couch to come into the kitchen. As soon as he walked in Caylee started crying. Well as most of you know Cade has a white tshirt that is his security blanket. He carries it all over the house and sleeps with it at naptime and night. We peek around the corner and there is Cade putting his white tshirt right beside Caylee, we watch a little longer and he keeps standing there gently moving the shirt closer to her face as she continues to cry. About that time he looks up and sees us watching so of course he runs off to start dancing.&lt;br /&gt;My heart completely melted. Here is my beautiful little boy trying to help his sister by giving up the one thing that always comforts him. I know without a doubt now that I didn't damage my sweetheart by bringing another angel into our life, we are so blessed to have such sweet children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-7792669661489863352?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7792669661489863352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/12/brotherly-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/7792669661489863352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/7792669661489863352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/12/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly Love'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avup1ufWFJU/SygipuOZQMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QTW6fNMcfkI/s72-c/Flowers+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1279229820880089696</id><published>2009-11-22T12:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:53:35.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Money well spent!!</title><content type='html'>This is a HUGE thank you to all of you who have given Cade money in the last 21 months. When someone would give him money we would put it in his bank. We weren't sure how to spend it. He has lots of toys and books. We for sure weren't going to use it on diapers or formula. We wanted it to be something special for him and not just blow it away on junk. Well as some of you already know last week Elmo Live was at the civic center. So, we used the money in his bank and took him to the show. He absolutely loved it. Through the entire show his eyes were glued to the stage. He would barely blink and never wiggled. We also got him a program/activity book that he can keep forever. After the show we got in the car and as we drove off we could hear him in the backseat singing the Elmo song. It was a special day for all of us. Thank you all for giving Cade this experience, it was definetly money well spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1279229820880089696?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1279229820880089696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/11/money-well-spent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1279229820880089696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1279229820880089696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/11/money-well-spent.html' title='Money well spent!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-5722349844945662622</id><published>2009-11-22T12:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:44:26.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Cups</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was small I always knew that I wanted to be a wife and a mommy. I also knew that I wanted two children. I wanted a boy and a girl and I wanted the boy to be oldest. When I found out I was having Cade I was a basket of mixed emotions. Notice  I said mixed emotions and not a basket case, there is a difference. :) Anyways I was so excited but also a little nervous knowing that I was going to have this little person that I was not only responsible for taking care of, but also teaching to do the right things, and to be a good person. Once he got here though my heart melted, and for the first time I not only knew but felt what "my cup runneth (sp) over" actually meant. And now not only do I have one little cup running over but two. Caylee is so sweet. I love having my own little princess. It is so fun to dress her up in those little tiny dresses and put bows in her hair. In pics she looks alot like Cade but in person she has her own sweet little face and her own little personality. Having her is everything I dreamed having a daughter would be. I hope that her and I will always have a close relationship, and that one day we will not only be mother and daughter, but best friends as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-5722349844945662622?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5722349844945662622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-cups.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5722349844945662622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5722349844945662622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-cups.html' title='Two Cups'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-5523195760324055389</id><published>2009-11-06T15:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:54:50.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust Catcher</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon Cade was standing at the front window. I look over and he has his arms up over his head grabbing at something with his little fingers. I think weird what is that boy up to now. I get to looking and realize that he is trying to catch the dust. Now before you say anything about my job as a housewife let me just say that Jeff and I had cleaned the day before. But you know when you are in the sunlight and it can hit the dust particles just right and it looks like it is snowing. Well that is what Cade saw, he could see all those tiny little particles floating down and was trying to catch them. I love to be reminded of childhood innocence. It brings a warm feeling to the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-5523195760324055389?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5523195760324055389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/11/dust-catcher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5523195760324055389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/5523195760324055389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/11/dust-catcher.html' title='Dust Catcher'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1591174043862091897</id><published>2009-11-03T19:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:02:48.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eskimo Kisses</title><content type='html'>When Cade was very small Jeff would hold him over his head and rub his nose to Cade's giving him Eskimo kisses. After watching Jeff do it I began giving him Eskimo kisses as well. I have now turned it into a game. I will pin Cade down and rub my nose to his saying, "Eskimo kisses, Eskimo kisses."  The whole time he is cracking up with the sweetest smile on his face. Well tonight I was sitting in my chair and I had Cade sitting beside me on the arm of my chair. I kept whispering mommy loving comments in his ear and kissing his cheek. He sat really still smiling, and then he turns his precious little face to me, smiles, and rubs his nose to mine. So I go crazy giving him Eskimo kisses back. I LOVE how sweet and affectionate he is, and I hope that no matter how old or how cool he gets he will still let his mommy have those Eskimo kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1591174043862091897?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1591174043862091897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/11/eskimo-kisses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1591174043862091897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1591174043862091897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/11/eskimo-kisses.html' title='Eskimo Kisses'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1401030856798965383</id><published>2009-10-27T14:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:25:36.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>Jeff has been asking me what I want for my birthday this year. Well it has taken me forever to think of something. Being a wife and mom I am always thinking about what I can get him or the kids. I finally came up with something, a new jacket. So today I decided that Cade and I would go looking around to see if I could find one that I liked and that would fit now and in three weeks when I have the baby. The first two stores were no success, so I thought I know I will stop by Academy and look. We barely get into the store and back to the area where they keep the jackets when Cade starts screaming bloody murder. Now then I must admit in my premommy life when I was at the store and would see a screaming kid I would think, "Why isn't that mom comforting that poor thing."  However, kids have a way of changing you in more ways than one. Today I quietly pushed the basket to the front and told Cade it was ok and that we were going home. The looks I got from the few people I passed in the short distance to the front of the store were awful. And considering most of them were older women you would think they would understand. When we got to the car of course Cade immediately stopped crying and I felt very frustrated. One I didn't get to go shopping and two I was trying to get him out without bothering anyone. As soon as we get home I sit down to catch my breath. Cade comes running up to me and crawls up in my lap with a huge smile and hug. All the frustration drains from my body and I feel complete happiness and love. So, with this being said, "I am so sorry to all the mommies I might have questioned in my premommy life." I will now not only have more patience with Cade when I am out shopping I will also be more understanding of the mommy dealing with the screaming child, and I hope that you will too! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1401030856798965383?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1401030856798965383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-lessons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1401030856798965383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1401030856798965383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1288038197963130142</id><published>2009-10-19T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:41:22.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The One who goes Unrecognized</title><content type='html'>I originally started this page for Cade and Caylee. However, today I feel that there is someone who deserves some recognition. That is my husband. When we both worked out of the house we split household chores 50/50. Then when we decided that I would stay home I took on all of the household chores. (Well we still shared the mowing.) Here lately I have not felt at all like myself. I have had some really different things going on with this pregnancy that didn't happen with my first. That being said, my husband has truely been my knight in shining armor. Jeff has always treated me like a princess but here lately not only has he been pulling his work schedule, he has also done loads and loads of laundry and dishes, cooked meals, and taken on several of the daily things that I usually do for Cade. I don't know what I would do without him. I am very fortunate to have him as my husband, and I hope that he knows how much I truely love him. So, this post goes out to my husband. Thank you for all you do, I love you so very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1288038197963130142?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1288038197963130142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-who-goes-unrecognized.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1288038197963130142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1288038197963130142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-who-goes-unrecognized.html' title='The One who goes Unrecognized'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977577171835037442.post-1937599328523875216</id><published>2009-10-15T06:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:08:11.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Brags</title><content type='html'>Ok I know that when I say this the first thought is that I am his mom so of course I think that. So I am not only going to brag on my little prince I am also going to prove it through a couple of examples. MY LITTLE BOY IS THE SWEETEST KID IN THE WORLD, AND I KNOW THAT ONE DAY HE WILL GROW UP TO BE A VERY LOVING AND COMPASSIONATE MAN. HE WILL MAKE SOME GIRL VERY LUCKY. Ok that being said, here is my proof. This week Cade has been coming up patting my belly saying "Baby" and then he lays his head on my tummy and says "awww." I am just hoping we can transfer those actions to the actual baby when it gets here, lol. Example number two, Mommy's get ready this one will melt your heart. The other day Jeff and I took Cade to the park. I was sitting on the steps of the playground equipment. Then right in the middle of playing, Cade stops what he is doing runs over to me, lays his head on my shoulder, and hugs me. I know the tears started flowing (mine not his, haha). I looked up at Jeff and said, "Oh he loves me." Then as he starts to run off he comes back, lays his head back on my shoulder, hugs me, and pats me on the back three times. I will treasure that moment along with many more for the rest of my life. Example number three. As some of you know Cade runs around saying, "you dada" well lastnight after a ride down the street Jeff is carrying him in the house, and when we get to the porch he looks at me and says, "you momma." I tell you after this week I am going to need a heart transplant because mine is literally melting away. I thank God for him everyday and can't imagine my life without him. I am so blessed to have him and can't wait to see all the treasures Caylee will add to my life as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977577171835037442-1937599328523875216?l=flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1937599328523875216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-brags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1937599328523875216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/977577171835037442/posts/default/1937599328523875216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowersfamilygarden.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-brags.html' title='Mommy Brags'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15423942971337428869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
