tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52869131908285944332024-02-21T06:59:30.955-05:00The Rollins WorldBrittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.comBlogger270125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-20953635975250059622012-05-01T16:02:00.000-04:002012-06-03T16:02:57.088-04:00April in Review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Egg hunting at Papa & Grandma's (my Dad & Bobbie)</div>
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With Grandma & Papa<br />
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Trip to the zoo, playing in the butterfly garden<br />
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According to the zoo worker, this butterfly wasn't flying well because it was old... After a certain two-year-old pounced on it with a pink ring, it was having even more trouble flying :(<br />
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Naomi feeding her Minnie Mouse...<br />
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Playing in the sandbox that we found on craigslist (over a year ago!) and finally set up in the yard<br />
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The cutest little beach bum ever!<br />
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Oh.My.Word. Those eyes melt me to a puddle.<br />
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And this little beauty is growing up way too fast! Slow down, kids, slow down!<br />
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Heidi is such a smiley little baby!<br />
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Beach fun with some of the cousins!<br />
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Naomi was giving Asa the stink eye after he dumped sand on her!<br />
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Dyeing eggs... This turned out to be a huge mess, but was lots of fun for them!<br />
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I heard many horror stories about how hard it was bringing a third child into the family. The parents are outnumbered, the third is the hardest... So with that "encouragement", I was expecting the transition from Family of Four to Family of Five to be quite challenging, but I'm thrilled (and relieved!) that it hasn't been as difficult as I expected. The biggest challenge for me is trying to get through each day's to-do list. I don't think I've had a single day where I felt like I completed as much as I wanted or needed to. Something is always left undone, usually the laundry and cleaning. Lucky for me, my family doesn't see the dirt and grime like I do, so if the floors aren't mopped, no one notices but me. They notice if I don't feed them, so that gets done. But they don't notice if the counters aren't wiped down, the furniture isn't dusted, the floors aren't vacuumed (clean carpets are like Xanex for my soul!)... so I'm trying to adjust my expectations to be more realistic of what a wife and mom of three (one of whom who is only three months old) needs to get done each day. Meanwhile, I'm so grateful that I have an understanding and encouraging husband who helps me maintain what little sanity I have left!</div>
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Here are some pictures to give you a good idea of what life is like around here since this cutie has made her appearance...</div>
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These two girls love their baby sister. I rarely have to remind them to be gentle because they both have a sweet, mothering nature.<br />
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Jared has outdone himself in the great dad department. He spends so much time with the girls and they adore him for it.<br />
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I am one of those people who thrives on a good night's rest. Those are finally becoming more regular, but I have spent many afternoons napping on the couch. This was when Heidi was just over a week old and we were at Jared's parent's house. I LOVE how snuggly newborns are!<br />
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They're not always sweet angels, but they are usually very good. Example of their sweetness below. When Jared cut his leg, I told them each to pack up a purse of theirs with some toys to play with while we waited in the ER. Like any good Southern belle, they came prepared for tea and prayed beforehand.</div>
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The girls were taking pictures of the momentous occasion of Heidi drinking out of a bottle. She is not a fan of being fed in this manner and will put up a good fight when a bottle or pacie is put into her mouth. She will eventually take the bottle, but she usually skips a feeding before she finally takes it and swallows a ton of air in the process.<br />
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This is how the girls and I spend our days. Not always in front of the TV, but usually in our jammies, half of their toys pulled out from their room and scattered throughout the house, and a butterfly net on the head because, well, why the heck not?! Don't judge.</div>
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Thankfully, Heidi doesn't protest bath time like she used to, but this is usually her temperament if she's in her car seat. She hates it about as much as Charlotte did, but doesn't seem to be quite as long-winded with her protests as her big sister.<br />
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And we'll end this post with my push present from Jared. He framed this poem that he wrote for me. Yes, I cried. I cried much. (Click the photo to enlarge it to see just how sweet of a man I married).</div>
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Around 3:15 a.m., I had a few contractions but was able to get back to sleep. They were much stronger than the Braxton-Hicks contractions I had a few weeks earlier but I didn't want to get my hopes up. I woke up again sometime in the 4:00 hour with a couple more, but again was able to get back to sleep. Same thing in the 5:00 hour, and I began to get hopeful that this might actually be labor starting. I was able to get another half hour or so of rest before they started coming more frequently. At 5:48 they were coming close enough that I began timing them. I know the exact time because I was using an app on my iPhone called "Contraction" that timed the duration and frequency of the contractions. I highly recommend that app for any pregnant mamas out there! When you're in that much pain, fumbling with a stopwatch or focusing on the clock is not easy, but just tapping a phone is doable.<br />
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Shortly after 6:00 a.m., I sent a text to my mom asking her if she wanted to play hookie from work that day. All it took was a 20 second phone call to confirm I was in labor and she was on her way up to Jax from Keystone. Of course she had to fight Orange Park traffic but made it there just before 7:30. I had Jared call the hospital around 7:00, which seemed quite strange to me since I had been in serious labor for less than two hours, but the contractions were coming every one to three minutes and were very intense.</div>
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In my past labors, the only "comfortable" position for me was on all fours, rocking back and forth. This time around I was trying to focus on completely relaxing all muscles in my body during a contraction so I laid down on my side with each contraction. It hurt like the dickens, as it is called <i>labor </i>for a reason, but I really feel like having my body completely relaxed helped things move along so quickly.</div>
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Knowing that my mom would be there soon, Jared woke up the girls so they could "be a part" of Heidi arriving. It was sweet to hear him over the baby monitor, telling them that Heidi would be here soon and Mommy was working hard and in a lot of pain while Heidi was getting ready to come. They walked into the room, wandered to my side of the bed, and seeing their sweet little faces made my heart swell. Jared explained that when I got quiet and still, they needed to be quiet, and they did a great job. After tossing a few last minute things into the suitcase, I hugged and kissed the girls, and Jared and I loaded up and were on our way within minutes of my mom arriving to watch the girls.</div>
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On the way I started crying at the sheer joy of knowing that my baby girl would be here soon and knowing that I had just hugged Charlotte and Naomi for the last time as a family of four. We made it to the hospital by 8:00 and Jared wheeled me up to the 2nd floor. I would have done cartwheels had I been able to when I saw my doctor, Dr. Andres, was the one on call. The lady at the desk asked why I was there... "Uhh, to have a baby!" Seriously, when an obviously pregnant woman is being wheeled up to the maternity ward, is asking her why she's there necessary? Jared and I were joking about this later and we're kicking ourselves for not spouting off something like, "She has a tooth ache."</div>
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They got me into a triage room and gave me a swanky green gown. I tried bribing the nurse with a tip if she told me a high number when she was checking my dilation. Thankfully a bribe wasn't necessary as I was already 7-8 cm. My nurse, Shannon, then helped me get settled into a room on the 3rd floor. By that time it was around 8:45. My mom arrived with the girls and were able to visit for a couple minutes before waiting in the play area of the maternity ward they had for the kids. Dr. Andres popped in to check on me and said he wouldn't go far since I was so close to being ready to push. Shannon told him I didn't have my IV port in yet, but he wasn't concerned and said it wasn't necessary. At one of my appointments a few weeks prior I went over my birth plan with him and told him that I would really like another drug-free delivery with minimal intervention. With the older girls I had an IV port in my arm but never had any pain medication or fluids of any kind. This time, without the IV port, the only thing I had to deal with during delivery was the strap on my belly to monitor Heidi's heartbeat.<br />
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Despite the pain (lots and lots of pain!), I was able to keep my whole body relaxed during contractions and right at 9:00 I was feeling some pressure and an urge to push. They checked me and I was 10 cm dilated so was given the go-ahead to push with the contractions. At this point, the tears started again, as I knew it would be a matter of minutes before I would be holding my new daughter. My water has never broken on its own, so Dr. Andres went ahead and broke it at that point. I tried to breathe through the first contractions while I was pushing, thinking that keeping as relaxed as possible through that would speed things along. But breathing through them proved to be quite difficult and rather ineffective. Dr. Andres said that holding my breath and bearing down would be much more effective and have her here sooner.<br />
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Between contractions Jared was getting the video camera set up and ready to go. We have all three of the girls' births on video, with no intention of ever showing it to anyone, but I knew that at some point I'd want to be able to look back on them. A lot of doctors and hospitals are very leery of having births on video for insurance reasons, but I'm grateful that Dr. Andres and McDyer (who delivered Naomi) did not mind at all and were even encouraging Jared to make sure he had it in a spot to get a good view of all that was going on. But have no fear- if we ever invite you over to watch home movies, these will not be shown! They're locked away in a vault!<br />
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It seemed like an eternity of pushing and if it weren't for Jared there by my side, encouraging me and kissing my forehead, I would have been one of those screaming maniacs you see in movies. He kept me calm and focused and couldn't have been any better during the whole process. After a couple strong contractions without Heidi seeming to have moved down at all, Dr. Andres put in a catheter to make sure my bladder was empty so that wouldn't be blocking her. As I had peed twice since being there, that wasn't the problem. I started to get a little worried, but within another contraction or two, she started moving down and put my fears at ease. And thankfully the catheter didn't have to stay in for more than a minute! In those moments, though, I remember praying quickly and fervently for God's grace, knowing I would have His strength in my weakness. My friend, <a href="http://shirey-family.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Andrea</a>, shared some verses with me that she focused on and had read to her during her delivery with her second born, and I was able to pray through some of those between contractions.<br />
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Jared asked Dr. Andres if he could help catch Heidi and it wasn't long before he was putting on his gloves. As Heidi was crowing and about to "pop out", Dr. Andres told me to try to relax for just a minute. Only a woman who has felt the pressure of needing to push with all her might knows the nearly impossible feat this task is. It wasn't that the pain was unbearable, but fighting the urge of pushing with all that pressure made my legs shake uncontrollably. And though I was trying with all my might to refrain from pushing, her head seemed to pop out all on its own. Dr. Andres told Jared where to put his hands and he helped pull her out as I gave one last push and Heidi Lynn was born!<br />
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The rest was all the standard procedure of the cord clamping, cutting, pushing out the placenta, but my eyes only focused on the sweet baby girl in my arms. She had a beautiful cry and began exercising her lungs right away. And her bowels. She pooped on me within mere minutes of being born. And like all babies, it wouldn't be the last time that happened. Such is the life of a mom :)<br />
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Dr. Andres showed Jared the placenta when it came out, explaining everything he was checking for: only one tear where the water was broken, everything else intact, etc. They were able to clean Heidi while in my arms and I tried nursing right away. She weighed 7 lbs 10 oz and was 19.5".<br />
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Instead of bathing her right away, we just wiped her down and massaged all the vernix into her skin. The vernix is the white material that coats babies in the womb. It protects the baby for nine months so there's really no reason to wash it off right away. But Heidi did have a nice little coif that needed more than just a wiping down so Shannon washed her hair, which Heidi loved. She still loves a good head massage, but does not appreciate an actual bath!</div>
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All of my labors/deliveries were a great experience, but this was, by far, the best one. It was the quickest, by about 8.5 hours, which makes a huge difference! But I feel like I was able to learn from my first two and make changes in how I handled things to make for an even better birth. I didn't have any tearing which made for a quick recovery. I felt well enough to ask to leave a day early, which is also rare for the doctors to allow. My request might have had something to do with Stephanie Knowles of <a href="http://www.jaidenphotography.com/" target="_blank">Jaiden Photography</a>, a newborn photographer, having a mentoring session with a newbie photographer and needing newborn baby models for the next morning... I felt plenty well enough, was anxious to get home, and hey, anything for free pictures (which turned out <i>amazing</i>, by the way)!</div>
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I've had several friends ask about my natural birth experiences and while I've practically written a book here, there are many details I didn't include. If you're considering having a natural birth or are just curious about it, feel free to ask me!</div>
</div>Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-36236433104916045162012-03-25T08:00:00.000-04:002012-04-09T15:28:09.811-04:00Hello Sweet Heidi Lynn!<br />
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On March 2nd, 2012, the world became infinitely cuter! Heidi Lynn was born at 9:25 a.m., weighing 7 lbs 10 oz and was 19.5" long. She was born at 38 weeks 6 days gestation, which was a day earlier than her big sister Naomi, who was 9 lbs 3 oz, so I was expecting another big baby! But little Heidi was kind to her mama and made quick work of the labor and delivery. From when the contractions came often enough for me to start timing them to when she was born was just over 3.5 hours. She's a healthy, beautiful baby who is adored by her parents and big sisters!</div>
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The girls came in to meet their baby sister and were in love from the moment they saw her. </div>
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Naomi wanted to show Heidi her "Super Daisy"<br />
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Charlotte and Naomi have been wonderful with Heidi. They've not shown any jealousy or aggression with her and have been patient with me when my time has been occupied with nursing her or napping to catch up on my sleep. I'm grateful for how well they're adjusting and for what a sweet baby little Heidi is!Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-11467065073428699142012-02-04T16:28:00.000-05:002012-02-24T16:30:23.782-05:00Sea WorldAs a change of pace from our Disney trips, we got passes to Sea World for the year and went for the first time at the end of January. The weather was perfect and we can't wait until Heidi comes so we can take her with us and enjoy all the things we didn't have time for the first trip!<br />
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The first thing we did was watch the Dolphin and Bird show, which I think was everyone's favorite part of the day. The girls loved it, especially Naomi who joined in clapping when everyone else in the crowd did.</div>
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Charlotte was mesmerized!</div>
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I realize I look ridiculous, but the last time I was at Sea World was in 10th grade with a group from our church for leadership training, and some of the girls and I were being barnacles on the dolphin aquarium wall. I didn't feel as ridiculous 10 years ago when I did this with my friends! I tweeted a picture for <a href="http://www.shannon-faye.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Shannon</a>, who I knew would remember!</div>
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Charlotte rode on some of the big kid rides and loved it! Since I'm all knocked up and whatnot, Daddy got to ride them all with her. He said her face when they went down the first drop of the kiddie roller coaster was priceless. It was part "I can't believe you didn't tell me it did this!" and part enjoyment. But mostly "I can't believe you didn't tell me it did this!". But after that one part she was all smiles and ate it up!</div>
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Once she did wake up, Naomi was quite eager to ride some of the rides with her cousins. She maintained this same stoic expression the entire ride. Jared kept telling her to "Wave to Mommy!", so she started waving, but it was quite obvious she couldn't really see where or who she was waving to.</div>
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Note to self: Jolly Rancher Push Pops are not a good idea for a two year old and four year old!</div>
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We had a great time at Sea World and I think we'll really enjoy our year of trips there. For a significantly cheaper price, we were able to get passes good for the whole week, with no black out dates, as opposed to the weekday Disney passes we had that had blackout dates in the summer, Christmas, and Spring Break. It is nice being able to park and walk right up to the entrance of the park, as opposed to parking, taking the tram, then the monorail, and then finally getting to the entrance of the park, especially with a double stroller! They have a great kiddie area with lots of rides for the younger ones and the wait times weren't bad at all.</div>
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What I didn't enjoy as much as I remember was the Shamu show. The trainers don't get in the water and swim with the whales anymore, I assume from the drowning of a trainer a while back. And rather than introducing and telling everyone about the whales, they have huge TV screens that move and rotate with all sorts of "Love the earth" images, and hydro-technics with blasts of water shooting from just outside the tank. It was all sort of distracting from the whales, which is what everyone was there to see. But aside from that, we had a great time and are looking forward to our next trip!</div>Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-6474589527807789652012-01-31T15:28:00.000-05:002012-02-24T15:28:22.897-05:00January 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Charlotte and her Daddy had a date at the circus and she loved every minute of it. And all it took was a "But Daddy, these toys are awesome!" to win him over and get her a tambourine. That's right, she came home with a tambourine. And it was only a day or two before she fell off of her rocking horse while trying to do some of the tricks that she saw at the circus.</div>
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While they were at the circus, Naomi and Mommy spent the afternoon together. We had ice cream for lunch, then went to the mall to pet the puppies and ride the escalator. Cheap entertainment for a two-year-old!</div>
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And my big ol', ever-growing belly at 34 weeks. You know those women who have tiny little baby bumps and carry the baby so sweetly... I am not one of them. My torso is short so there is nowhere for the baby to go but out. And while the baby is going out, my thighs and rear end join in on the party and go out too!</div>Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-40456263370829209992011-12-31T15:00:00.000-05:002012-02-24T15:00:51.919-05:00December '11<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Snuggling with their pillow pets, most likely watching Mickey Mouse</div>
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Charlotte takes her coloring very seriously. She loves making books and would go through an entire ream of paper in a week if I let her. She has passed the phase of coloring an entire sheet with one color and is actually quite artistic and creative. Naomi's drawings still need interpretation, but her paper full of circles and doodles are adorable :)</div>
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Reading the Grinch with Daddy</div>
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Homegirl has style, right?!</div>
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And this is one reason I know she'll be a great big sister! She got down on the floor to talk and play with her little cousin, Katie Joy.</div>
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Charlotte's favorite Christmas present, by far, was this Rapunzel dress. When she opened the box and saw it, she couldn't get her jammies off quickly enough to get the dress on!</div>
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The girls playing with their new Leapster and "computer".</div>
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Giving Daddy a big hug, telling him "thank you" for all of their Christmas gifts.</div>
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A few days after Christmas we went to St. Augustine and rode the trolley around to look at all the lights. How cute are these kids?!</div>Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-56014169720645972942011-12-07T08:00:00.000-05:002012-02-24T14:17:35.116-05:00Happy Birthday, Naomi!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our "baby girl" is two, and I can hardly believe it. Two years ago this "little" one popped out at a whopping 9 lbs, 3 oz. See that tiny little finger of hers? That's the one we've been wrapped around since the day she was born.</div>
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She is quite serious and independent. Tell her to smile and this expression is often what you'll see. She likes to do things on her own terms. Oh boy, are we in for it! :)</div>
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She has such a sweet spirit and is caring for others, with the exception of when she's bullying her big sister. Often when it is quiet and we go check on her, we will find her playing with her toys, entertaining herself. This is something Charlotte rarely did at this age, so we're enjoying the independent nature of our second born.</div>
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Just like her big sister, she loves to play dress up! No outfit is complete without the crown and the shoes. A true princess!</div>
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She is more careful and reserved when it comes to trying new things. Sometimes she can be coaxed into it if she sees Charlotte trying it, but more often than not, we cannot convince her of something if she has made up her mind otherwise. Stubborn. She must get that from her daddy :)</div>
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She loves her big sister. Even though Naomi is often picking on and bullying Charlotte, she loves to do whatever she sees her big sister doing. We are asked on a weekly basis if they're twins. While I do think they look alike, Naomi definitely favors her Daddy (she looks JUST like his pictures at this age) and Charlotte is a mini-me.</div>
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Naomi is a nurturer, a mother to her baby dolls, and cares for them sweetly. She feeds them their bottle and will tell us "Shh... Baby sleeping. Need to be quiet." Because of this and her independent nature, I think she will transition well to being a big sister.</div>
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Even before she was using words, her facial expressions said multitudes. Her vocabulary is exploding and she keeps us smiling with not only what she says, but how she says it. A few of her Naomi-isms...</div>
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"Juice" sounds an awful lot like a Summer's Eve feminine product</div>
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"Pacie" unfortunately sounds like slang for a woman's body part or a cat</div>
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"Grinch" sounds like she is talking about a female dog</div>
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She has a mischievous nature and will quietly find trouble to get into. As her personality continues to develop, it is easy to see that she will make sure that she does not fade into the background as a middle child, that is for sure!</div>
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<em>Naomi Faye, we love you dearly! When you were born, our hearts grew more than we had imagined possible. Your smile and the way you say "I love you, toooooo!" melts us to a puddle. We cannot wait to see how the Lord uses you for His glory!</em></div>Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-43475129797459785542011-12-04T22:12:00.001-05:002012-02-24T14:27:16.264-05:00Happy Birthday, Sweet Girls!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
On Saturday we had the girls' birthday party at <a href="http://gingerbreadacres.com/">Gingerbread Acres</a>, a horse farm about 10 minutes from our house. Charlotte has been talking and asking about her 4th birthday party since her 3rd birthday party so she was quite excited about it! Naomi enjoyed seeing her friends but isn't as big a fan of all the attention as Charlotte is. Despite not wanting to ride the pony (or even pet one of the mini ponies), I think she had a lot of fun.</div>
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Naomi did laps around the van when Jared first brought them over :)<br />
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How cute are these girls?! And doesn't the warning sign add to the festivity?<br />
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I labeled a lot of the food to fit the farm theme. The popcorn was "Feed".<br />
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Oreos = "Tractor Wheels"<br />
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It took me several hours, but I made the cake! The barn was a store-bought pound cake and the rest was pink lemonade flavored. I found the idea on Pinterest and it linked to <a href="http://familyfun.go.com/recipes/fun-farm-cake-844008/">Family Fun</a>, which gave detailed instructions on how to assemble it. It wasn't complicated, just time consuming. But totally worth it when the girls saw it and got so excited about it!<br />
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The farm cake had chicks...<br />
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Pigs...<br />
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And cows... But no horses. Charlotte pointed out that she was having a horse party and there weren't any horses on the cake. She doesn't miss a detail!<br />
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After the safety spiel, we were asked if we had any questions. Charlotte popped her hand up and confessed that she had already fed the goats. Sweet girl!<br />
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Naomi wanted nothing to do with the ponies, but Charlotte hopped on with no fear. And homegirl made sure she got to wear the pink helmet!<br />
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So excited!<br />
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Sweet Ella rocking her boots on the farm!<br />
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Some of the party guests! The Riccis and Gambinos.<br />
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Hannah, being coaxed into riding the pony. Can't you tell she loves it? ;-) It took her a minute, but she did get used to it and even wanted to ride again.<br />
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Naomi found other things to occupy her time. They had games set up for the kids to play.<br />
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My nephew, Donaven, let all of the girls go first. What a gentleman!<br />
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Naomi, dismissing whatever Angela was telling her. She's quite stubborn!<br />
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She figured out the best way to jump rope. You run and swing the rope behind you. Much easier than the traditional way!<br />
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They also had a hay ride for the kids, which they all loved.<br />
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Naomi, quite content to watch everything from the other side of the fence<br />
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Charlotte had to ride on the other pony too!<br />
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The kids had a blast feeding the goats. Charlotte had a clean conscience after she confessed she had fed them before she was told she could.<br />
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Samantha was playing in the dirt with the stick and couldn't figure out how the ground kept getting wet<br />
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The banner I made the girls<br />
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The whole spread...<br />
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"Vegetable Garden"<br />
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"Hay Bales" (Sidenote: I am incapable of making rice krispy treats that don't fall apart.)<br />
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The girls blowing out their candles<br />
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One of the gifts was a sweet tea party tray. It was made by my <a href="http://www.lescampwoodworking.com/">sister-in-law's parents</a>. They do custom wood working of just about any sort. We have quite a few of their handmade pieces in our home!<br />
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Jared and I gave the girls each a scooter. It has two wheels in the back so is more stable for them to ride. Charlotte's has princesses, Naomi's has Tinkerbell. They both love them!<br />
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My best friend, <a href="http://www.shannon-faye.blogspot.com/">Shannon</a>, drove up from Melrose for the festivities.<br />
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My mom was a ton of help. She was there early to help me get things set up.<br />
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The girls had a blast and are already talking about their next birthday party. Hopefully we can get away with a joint party for a few more years!Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-65521033761320359862011-11-18T08:00:00.000-05:002011-12-01T07:59:16.899-05:00Happy Birthday, Charlotte!It's hard for me to believe that four years ago today, we were holding this sweet little baby for the first time.<br />
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She's a snuggler, thumb-sucker and she <a href="http://therollinsworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-are-few-of-her-favorite-things.html">still loves her cross</a>.</div>
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She is spunky, sassy, and full of life. She loves playing with Naomi and teaching her new things. Here, she is apparently teaching her the art of hide-and-seek.</div>
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"My back is a disaster... my neck is killing me!" (Dramatic, much?)</div>
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"Mommy, how do you spell PUPPY?" I tell her "P-U-P-P-Y. "Mommy, when we get home, can Naomi cuddle with her P-U-P-P-Y?"</div>
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"When you get blood on you, and you fall down, and your eyes close, and your tongue sticks out... That means you are SO dead!"</div>
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"Daddy, if you give me a dollar, I will play something else with you."</div>
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When I was spending many hours of the day on the couch with "morning" sickness, she asked, "Mommy, what can I do to make you feel better?"</div>
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One day last month she helped me make dinner and I asked her what she thought her Daddy would say when we told him. "I think he'll say, 'Oh snap!'"</div>
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She saw a tattoo on the foot of a friend of mine and came to tell me, "Mommy, I've never drawn on myself before," then proceeded to ask how old she needed to be to have writing on her.</div>
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She saw the Siri icon on Jared's iPad and said, "Daddy, push that button. You can ask her questions." (We don't have Siri on our phones but she's seen the commercials and has already figured out how it works!)</div>
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Sweet Charlotte, we love you so much. We're excited to see how the Lord uses all that passion He's given you!</div>
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<br /></div>Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-72942555085857193262011-11-17T12:58:00.001-05:002011-11-17T13:31:56.805-05:00Forever and a DayHere are some pictures of the goings-on around here the last few weeks...
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Charlotte is in Awana Cubbies and is loving every minute of it! She is memorizing a new verse or two each week and constantly amazes us with some of the things she shares or questions she asks.
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At the first sign of cold, we built a fire in the fireplace and made some s'mores, using <a href="http://northerncottage.blogspot.com/2011/07/smore-croissants.html">this recipe</a>. The girls loved it and ask constantly if we can build a fire, assuming that the where there's fire, there's s'mores!
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Charlotte is in a stage where she either wants to help you do anything and everything, or she wants nothing to do with obeying and good luck trying to get a simple task from her accomplished. This picture shows her and Naomi in very eager to help moods. Jared has been doing their laundry lately (yes, I know, how lucky am I?!), and he's been getting them to help hang up the clothes. I'm not even letting the fact that the shirts and dresses aren't all facing the same direction bother me. Too much anyway :)<br />
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I consider myself a fairly crafty person who can usually whip up something cute in a matter of minutes. Pride cometh before the fall, though. I waited until the day of Halloween to start their costumes. I had to dye some socks, stuff them, sew them, and attach them with ribbon to hang from their arms. Easy, right? <br />
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They're pink spiders, can't you tell?! Martha Stewart, I have failed you.
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But at least their bags turned out cute!
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This is what happens when you tell a three year old that she can play quietly in her room at bedtime. You find her in a bed full of potato head pieces.
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Movie night with Daddy, popcorn, and Veggie Tales. It doesn't get much better in their books!Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-6924731235378900212011-09-28T16:25:00.002-04:002011-09-28T16:40:33.161-04:00My Bump, My Bump, My Lovely Baby Bump (Check It Out)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pAdDPtJ1-yYAqntbKX9KkCSCG-PJdwWb0NW08Q7vjdEMBH0edNlJFEwg6NvJXY0JGYvZxl0kqX-iPcTWwTrwyYPsUvr2hJS3aKOpNasZKn9jkGR7oIyz_bW8BSLjU2i2BeZ2CqpfaWU/s1600/IMG_8011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pAdDPtJ1-yYAqntbKX9KkCSCG-PJdwWb0NW08Q7vjdEMBH0edNlJFEwg6NvJXY0JGYvZxl0kqX-iPcTWwTrwyYPsUvr2hJS3aKOpNasZKn9jkGR7oIyz_bW8BSLjU2i2BeZ2CqpfaWU/s320/IMG_8011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657509705781160402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCShOXzbfYqgq7sJu4L2YqIDgxC4nMU8zuc0WQq2KAPYYChpJRw5OMTiiYtjO3_OBkICQQp2SjKlRyWyE6jmFG5giH8O9JQYJ3wNzIvOHToCKmCKR5S_nCC-sj-fqEkXj0Tu2sAQDVng/s1600/IMG_8003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCShOXzbfYqgq7sJu4L2YqIDgxC4nMU8zuc0WQq2KAPYYChpJRw5OMTiiYtjO3_OBkICQQp2SjKlRyWyE6jmFG5giH8O9JQYJ3wNzIvOHToCKmCKR5S_nCC-sj-fqEkXj0Tu2sAQDVng/s320/IMG_8003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657509703075204834" /></a>Belly shots from 16 weeks <br /><br />I have just returned home from a sonogram and doctor's appointment and am so excited to announce that we will be having GIRL #3! The tea parties, princesses, and frou-frou have already taken over this house so I'm trying to wrap my mind around it happening to the next degree. Baby Girl, who is unfortunately nameless because Jared and I aren't going to name her "Flower", no matter how much Charlotte wants us to, looks completely healthy. She slept through the entire sonogram, despite the sonogram tech poking and prodding and trying to wake her up, so I'm hoping she'll be a good sleeper!<br /><br />Naomi is still a bit clueless about all the goings-on, but will finally point to my belly instead of her own when asked where the baby is. Upon learning that she would have another sister, Charlotte said, "But I wanted a brother..." She later confirmed that this was only so she would have someone to be her "Prince" :) During the sonogram, we pointed out Baby Girl's backbone to Charlotte and she said, "It looks like corn!"<br /><br />We're beyond excited for how God is blessing us. Now we get to decide on a name and figure out how to decorate Baby Girl's room and Charlotte & Naomi's "big girl" room!<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Thanks to Fergie for the inspiration for the blog title... or rather a T-shirt I saw with it written on it. Funny stuff!</span>Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-66123906435671078572011-07-29T08:57:00.002-04:002011-07-29T09:17:33.720-04:00Charlotte at VBS<iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i6bgDAsE0TQ?hl=en&fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />Here is the video of Charlotte that I mentioned. The first verse we taught Charlotte and what we refer to as "her verse" is John 3:16. She knew the verse she was supposed to say, we even practiced with her saying it to her teacher that morning, but I guess in that moment she just reverted back to the good 'ol John 3:16 :)Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-61361781272875532392011-07-27T09:36:00.007-04:002011-07-27T10:29:04.724-04:00We're Still Here!Sorry for the lack in posting lately. I've been out of commission for a few weeks. Here's why...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLg9ZMhHxXzg0xH6-Le-vyonZnJ1G-WHAwAh6pfHsuY9yte386yE5rhBOtTE5uIaKOg3zWTJaU0Eg2JtRmM50TYmbkbWG-d_YWVH-5xUSpizTkaeWrpF_LR1IqfSaxA-fKJPd7rK823Q/s1600/IMG_7553.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLg9ZMhHxXzg0xH6-Le-vyonZnJ1G-WHAwAh6pfHsuY9yte386yE5rhBOtTE5uIaKOg3zWTJaU0Eg2JtRmM50TYmbkbWG-d_YWVH-5xUSpizTkaeWrpF_LR1IqfSaxA-fKJPd7rK823Q/s320/IMG_7553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634027868075723970" /></a><br />Yup! I'm preggers again! We're all thrilled, including the girls. Well, mainly Charlotte. Naomi is still clueless to all that's going on. Charlotte shared the news with the family, which was especially cute. We stopped by my Dad & stepmom, Bobbie's, house on the 4th of July and in the middle of a conversation Charlotte just blurted out, "And guess what? Mommy has a baby in her belly!" And later that day while we were out at <a href="http://www.lakeswancamp.org/">Lake Swan Camp</a>, where Jared's dad is the new camp director, his dad prayed for our meal and after "Amen" Charlotte said, "You forgot to pray for the new baby in Mommy's belly!"<br /><br />Other things that have gone on around here...<br /><br />The girls and I have kept very busy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYq9mzoXT9WqYuG7g_sOPk7zsxkuQndxUYom5BwwfZn5K5ebi3eqPkLEf0Kb_L-J8gjZoSIzkorRBWtZ7EW_hYtouOiUzAPU_ZRwA5Hfi8zy2h-Ffvzz-ejHbf3CX0c5E5CVXToUY9Ug/s1600/IMG_7454.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYq9mzoXT9WqYuG7g_sOPk7zsxkuQndxUYom5BwwfZn5K5ebi3eqPkLEf0Kb_L-J8gjZoSIzkorRBWtZ7EW_hYtouOiUzAPU_ZRwA5Hfi8zy2h-Ffvzz-ejHbf3CX0c5E5CVXToUY9Ug/s320/IMG_7454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634027871745509906" /></a>Naomi has had much business to tend to.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdKfq3QHvybo26Ut07W12QrDBwqchIUQMLuwDq5idvf0wdUH6uHzQZMAYBJTMc123j4CffjT4FIMA_gWzz6IJTvUKl4gCJ-PbbBdNcfULDYQ-k44G2RkID-RzgEgZEuK5dwhMAS-qsa0/s1600/IMG_7393.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdKfq3QHvybo26Ut07W12QrDBwqchIUQMLuwDq5idvf0wdUH6uHzQZMAYBJTMc123j4CffjT4FIMA_gWzz6IJTvUKl4gCJ-PbbBdNcfULDYQ-k44G2RkID-RzgEgZEuK5dwhMAS-qsa0/s320/IMG_7393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634027873193116962" /></a>And I've been teaching the girls important things, like how to curl your hair. Life is rough, I tell ya what.<br /><br />Back in June, we went down to Gissy Springs, southwest (I think?) of Ocala. It's owned by some good friends of my grandparents on my dad's side and they invited all of the Meng family to come down for my grandfather's 90th birthday party.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBi4iPOV4q9Pc6L3eaIuHWbOfm-4DLLO-X0eXtnVsmqhP4ZoRYB7FqiVem2b1_ePxM6NjGdXRO6uh3nRSNiLx1rtyIo79UY-d34PQvB84jcNwp7yH1XeDE3THzSynol7kTvznTgmAkxj8/s1600/IMG_7107.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBi4iPOV4q9Pc6L3eaIuHWbOfm-4DLLO-X0eXtnVsmqhP4ZoRYB7FqiVem2b1_ePxM6NjGdXRO6uh3nRSNiLx1rtyIo79UY-d34PQvB84jcNwp7yH1XeDE3THzSynol7kTvznTgmAkxj8/s320/IMG_7107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634034520694621506" /></a>Pop, all embarrassed that such a fuss was made over him :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9itKzCddHCCsOfz83dO_Z3X2FrFOkHlmTH0pjGJfNk_BWyTydo9mGvnMDqQkgDE4F2H1JTZdow0vKyTUOJSSfZC4XDRdgweFO7VOz74HLDwdWQb23wqiCmDwYS5nmI0JAbFykD7X6bjo/s1600/IMG_7062.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9itKzCddHCCsOfz83dO_Z3X2FrFOkHlmTH0pjGJfNk_BWyTydo9mGvnMDqQkgDE4F2H1JTZdow0vKyTUOJSSfZC4XDRdgweFO7VOz74HLDwdWQb23wqiCmDwYS5nmI0JAbFykD7X6bjo/s320/IMG_7062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634031521100529682" /></a>And this is part of the spring area. The whole setup out there is beautiful! Kayaks, snorkel gear, rope swing, that screened in area for the food, camping area with a volleyball court... It is beautiful!<br /><br />Also in June, we drove over to Gainesville to watch Megan pinned as an officer in the Gainesville Police Department. She kicked butt in the academy and had the fastest hiring process in the history of the department. And now she's packing heat!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKkKBiP976l9Z7eK5cSmW-_BkVnxXDoAcVtnNeT6uLFMgdNa51FsL-vbLVcPhSmh1i0vPMdY-XblsFRrK_GK7W4rVMqVuwtPf64ZLqsKVfGZ6IS8fryz7WtjKmMxCJ03HMvImgWaqVSk/s1600/IMG_6983.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKkKBiP976l9Z7eK5cSmW-_BkVnxXDoAcVtnNeT6uLFMgdNa51FsL-vbLVcPhSmh1i0vPMdY-XblsFRrK_GK7W4rVMqVuwtPf64ZLqsKVfGZ6IS8fryz7WtjKmMxCJ03HMvImgWaqVSk/s320/IMG_6983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634031532000785970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyhLud2FnIlan6hapdxvVB-bvAIs2iIYrFvPcdC54z7CbPr-QXHLFO0cHIZ-E_TvFUKfQ4cEndApdRCZy59FiwSHxTaAOyZz5zWDXAXNNqYtlFer4tyKqYTu229M09BurR_ejYot6k5E/s1600/IMG_6993.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyhLud2FnIlan6hapdxvVB-bvAIs2iIYrFvPcdC54z7CbPr-QXHLFO0cHIZ-E_TvFUKfQ4cEndApdRCZy59FiwSHxTaAOyZz5zWDXAXNNqYtlFer4tyKqYTu229M09BurR_ejYot6k5E/s320/IMG_6993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634031525425587346" /></a><br /><br />Charlotte went to VBS at our church and had a blast! The Sunday afterwards, all the kids sang some songs and shared some verses they learned throughout the week. Charlotte was one of the kids they asked to share her verse. We have a cute video of that that I'll try to upload soon. From the picture, you can see how into the songs and motions she got! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknubpmkT6dkA7O8JziHIIr-8-sAUQI7BwIsye0Fjh_1pWAp5ly1ZfuPvr_NngJPzdN_BlptwzzQw1v2hF8DXfuekVtirgB2YS6qvNIqtBawNQa4xnGyHGiJYMS4UK9lCnFQrcPjjgEHY/s1600/IMG_7585.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknubpmkT6dkA7O8JziHIIr-8-sAUQI7BwIsye0Fjh_1pWAp5ly1ZfuPvr_NngJPzdN_BlptwzzQw1v2hF8DXfuekVtirgB2YS6qvNIqtBawNQa4xnGyHGiJYMS4UK9lCnFQrcPjjgEHY/s320/IMG_7585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634032588210758418" /></a><br /><br />And, in other exciting news... we have a new niece! Katie Joy was born on June 10th and weighed a whopping 5 lbs 6 oz! She is tiny and precious and just perfect!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZaHCCSpNNSKd8530gKEeHI-APprnHoOWWxJJ0txX1tp8PSxtEQfm8BcM5ecjgsYxBtQpLrZrLzEn1wbqHpSfrH7TVCfeNqZ9vDNBcJgeqpiBZnQi4bNtN6nUf3SWub5ETEPPYmqtt7c/s1600/IMG_7678.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZaHCCSpNNSKd8530gKEeHI-APprnHoOWWxJJ0txX1tp8PSxtEQfm8BcM5ecjgsYxBtQpLrZrLzEn1wbqHpSfrH7TVCfeNqZ9vDNBcJgeqpiBZnQi4bNtN6nUf3SWub5ETEPPYmqtt7c/s320/IMG_7678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634032578264369842" /></a><br /><br />That about sums up the past month or two around here. We've been busy but the last couple weeks have slowed down a lot with the pregnancy hitting me hard. The nausea seems better than it was with Charlotte and Naomi but it's still wiping me out. It seems to be getting a little better so hopefully I'm on the upswing! I have my first appointment next week and will hopefully have some alien-like ultrasound pictures to share!Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-22306472082448238142011-06-13T15:30:00.006-04:002011-06-13T23:05:44.229-04:00Another Disney DayLast week the girls and I met up with <a href="http://therollins4.blogspot.com">Arin </a>and her kids for our last Disney day for a couple months. We have the weekday season passes which have blackout dates during the summer. We're not too sad about missing the summer months because it's not even the middle of the summer and it's already ridiculously hot!<br /><br />We started our day at Hollywood Studios and ran straight for Toy Story Midway Mania, a ride that we missed the last time we went because the line was ridiculously long. We got there around 9:45 and the fast passes were already for 6:10 that evening. The wait time said 70 minutes and we figured that would be the shortest the line would be all day so we hopped in line and heard the "cast member" standing there tell someone else the wait was only 30 minutes. Yay!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPNAB5aycUKV4vyKdeUDtNJfpgSMeYLCezL_9Fs51lWAl_Nr01nqL2Hi0yRkfvIM6MqjKlVVLer2JiomTXUQWPFMMc2WUUqgWmmp862ucomcmJtoZJ-5v596WKaYmvcrtkRZIPaub07c/s1600/IMG_7258.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPNAB5aycUKV4vyKdeUDtNJfpgSMeYLCezL_9Fs51lWAl_Nr01nqL2Hi0yRkfvIM6MqjKlVVLer2JiomTXUQWPFMMc2WUUqgWmmp862ucomcmJtoZJ-5v596WKaYmvcrtkRZIPaub07c/s320/IMG_7258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617790634739842914" /></a>Here is the best shot I could get of 4 kids under the age of 5.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSQm7NdqEV-iAf1rcVOQlHPXhTNWC3oRiPx4vs_KshOsk67MfCSnuLAXrdF7ydbefg76HrhzWvvxmO8OH814vP10tqMwUQ5o8jRCrB4H1_-xYXoCRfKibstHtNiaNlb-JZb9eNGmScIQ/s1600/IMG_7274.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSQm7NdqEV-iAf1rcVOQlHPXhTNWC3oRiPx4vs_KshOsk67MfCSnuLAXrdF7ydbefg76HrhzWvvxmO8OH814vP10tqMwUQ5o8jRCrB4H1_-xYXoCRfKibstHtNiaNlb-JZb9eNGmScIQ/s320/IMG_7274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617790709434311154" /></a>Asa is such a sweet little guy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJpiNz0rAgAbvmtxexlJVZRLcDOW-MJg_OVf8bIZVMGTb9ADeVYQIKikGqfJLM491MMUdg5bCgKG2MlDIwydPtsAWXsyFwCLWDwXIWQtfwuizXabuh9LjBUwbv93iS88brDML5ROvgWs/s1600/IMG_7281.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJpiNz0rAgAbvmtxexlJVZRLcDOW-MJg_OVf8bIZVMGTb9ADeVYQIKikGqfJLM491MMUdg5bCgKG2MlDIwydPtsAWXsyFwCLWDwXIWQtfwuizXabuh9LjBUwbv93iS88brDML5ROvgWs/s320/IMG_7281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617790754665867890" /></a>Charlotte and Anson with Annie and Leo from Little Einsteins. Naomi and Ella were not having anything to do with them. Naomi likes the characters from a distance. She gets so excited to see them, especially Mickey & Minnie, but getting close to them freaks her out!<br /><br />At one point, the kids decided they wanted to play ring around the rosie. Here's how that went down...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZsRwPlObjCjof8ftcZaGG1Q0dUVlyzOywJJZX4HHDAQ91kOUFQrpNYkst6yxoLy5W8W4iRHC-FRy-Z-Ru3_HxgQzATZyo9Fm1KuSVBjw28iqPj_FrkMSqW1IOHxgyp79Lyw6qpzNkVPA/s1600/IMG_7285.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZsRwPlObjCjof8ftcZaGG1Q0dUVlyzOywJJZX4HHDAQ91kOUFQrpNYkst6yxoLy5W8W4iRHC-FRy-Z-Ru3_HxgQzATZyo9Fm1KuSVBjw28iqPj_FrkMSqW1IOHxgyp79Lyw6qpzNkVPA/s320/IMG_7285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617791948739116322" /></a>Naomi wanted to play too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPQ7KHwAzsIjhInucBMSKug-YWmXC33Bev0YuZwNze6c8Yc7b_IBGE5_5o8chl4X9fVM-Z8uV4-n-Wm4jysJn6d2mduCMJcvXefj9XIC8BgTnohyw-3VL_Y6e3DAExQFhsXSbckpM7sY/s1600/IMG_7287.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPQ7KHwAzsIjhInucBMSKug-YWmXC33Bev0YuZwNze6c8Yc7b_IBGE5_5o8chl4X9fVM-Z8uV4-n-Wm4jysJn6d2mduCMJcvXefj9XIC8BgTnohyw-3VL_Y6e3DAExQFhsXSbckpM7sY/s320/IMG_7287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617791957939010578" /></a>But Naomi wanted to go straight to her favorite part of the game. Instead of "we all fall down" it was just Naomi falling down.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVU-AxHvXNwpllqZ1TnpVBpu4aoe4TdT52kBlMFk-4uhP4K4NjOPlLfi6NMxuUi5wMRQ6EPveDnpxP1b4LqFzJncXukwgrt5fWr_nL5iYxEWPjs8nCBl_eH44QJ_KPqm6LbvED8xxgj0M/s1600/IMG_7289.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVU-AxHvXNwpllqZ1TnpVBpu4aoe4TdT52kBlMFk-4uhP4K4NjOPlLfi6NMxuUi5wMRQ6EPveDnpxP1b4LqFzJncXukwgrt5fWr_nL5iYxEWPjs8nCBl_eH44QJ_KPqm6LbvED8xxgj0M/s320/IMG_7289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617791971972837538" /></a>So the older three continued on...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShULK2oCHTKIwp47gB2Fe3xBlix7dhifkIe7xwx_-nM5oHYUWxxIQB15ORFtmNrmdrzjne9V9_vDXLwcp5KWt1XcR8jgaQgN7EAIUWw2e2AUEloV_xu1AosYDMN3TvfQZHExmChRcsH8/s1600/IMG_7290.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShULK2oCHTKIwp47gB2Fe3xBlix7dhifkIe7xwx_-nM5oHYUWxxIQB15ORFtmNrmdrzjne9V9_vDXLwcp5KWt1XcR8jgaQgN7EAIUWw2e2AUEloV_xu1AosYDMN3TvfQZHExmChRcsH8/s320/IMG_7290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617793290737657394" /></a>They fell down...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiAHw5SOuHKbimR6CVn5exrKoW2PMmgp9iNIOGO1Oz8GIVaV4zDiRQoBLdi8GPoVq995OkyGQGiRNnRbx2b361e3QODNYr4tnoZGeif2FvDkF-KVU6q3C70pEE3Qaub0klWn_4F8Xf2tY/s1600/IMG_7291.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiAHw5SOuHKbimR6CVn5exrKoW2PMmgp9iNIOGO1Oz8GIVaV4zDiRQoBLdi8GPoVq995OkyGQGiRNnRbx2b361e3QODNYr4tnoZGeif2FvDkF-KVU6q3C70pEE3Qaub0klWn_4F8Xf2tY/s320/IMG_7291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617793300114903970" /></a>And Naomi came over to join in on the fun part once again!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJMC7uoqF3WzUJ941rP-VzChRK3ZpCHgKzZ6IAGNySQpgFm5bLONZfJcWf4sSiOXEVfzsLhpnbfjLUc2bv-BEI4muetIT-D0lcdvKhjqRIbdLC0MK_Z2DRAPFhYOwASiELrmrYbvVNW4/s1600/IMG_7312.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJMC7uoqF3WzUJ941rP-VzChRK3ZpCHgKzZ6IAGNySQpgFm5bLONZfJcWf4sSiOXEVfzsLhpnbfjLUc2bv-BEI4muetIT-D0lcdvKhjqRIbdLC0MK_Z2DRAPFhYOwASiELrmrYbvVNW4/s320/IMG_7312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617793311275725682" /></a>Then we went to meet Winnie the Pooh. All except Naomi were big fans!<br /><br />After lunch, Arin and I did something crazy and park hopped with the five kids. Did I mention that it was just us with the kids? As in, no Dusty or Jared. From Hollywood Studios there are two ways to get to Magic Kingdom. Drive your car to the MK parking lot, take a tram (because we would have gotten there later in the day and would have been in a parking lot too far away to walk), then jump on the monorail that will take you to the park. Or take a bus to the monorail. Both the tram and the bus require folding up the stroller, which with Jared's help isn't as big of a deal, but I had the double jogging stroller (it maneuvers really easily through the parks) and it doesn't fold up very compactly and you have to lean it just right or hold it so it doesn't fly open. We survived, but it wasn't the easiest process.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cHk03LENbQQVSNADFWCqFxjsYDoNAH9b9GNA61-b6V9P6KbNl3Ds5YVf5-BmzmVibYKy4aJhwlkXtBhsvsRUKxVH3hc2yGcqIKS4YVv8J5eDq8PG8qMNp07z3ribOqEMCZ6fTYf2jHg/s1600/IMG_7337.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cHk03LENbQQVSNADFWCqFxjsYDoNAH9b9GNA61-b6V9P6KbNl3Ds5YVf5-BmzmVibYKy4aJhwlkXtBhsvsRUKxVH3hc2yGcqIKS4YVv8J5eDq8PG8qMNp07z3ribOqEMCZ6fTYf2jHg/s320/IMG_7337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617892691467243570" /></a>After we did a few rides at Magic Kingdom we went on a hunt for ice cream and caught the end of the parade. This was Charlotte seeing the princesses. Homegirl likes her princesses.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_qgLhzcb60SMAsQ2mxBELJglTMDLPE-RyAq6CGYId8fOustuovReu5Kewo1SWAQ-9Qj5RA5hZIFAu-XPEdCAh112_W9sju9tHDCQI19KqU60a0sh1V2G9pZNYwTSm0E1Oy6-1o18U-M/s1600/IMG_7366.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_qgLhzcb60SMAsQ2mxBELJglTMDLPE-RyAq6CGYId8fOustuovReu5Kewo1SWAQ-9Qj5RA5hZIFAu-XPEdCAh112_W9sju9tHDCQI19KqU60a0sh1V2G9pZNYwTSm0E1Oy6-1o18U-M/s320/IMG_7366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617892698628788530" /></a>As we were leaving the park, we saw that the wait to meet Mickey was only 5 minutes so we decided to hop in line. Five minutes was actually 10-15 minutes, and of course, like any Disney attraction, you leave through a gift shop. The process of picking out a souvenir took another 10-15 minutes so our 5 minute stop to meet Mickey turned into quite an ordeal. But not as much of an ordeal as it was getting back to the cars... When we went to MK, the bus wasn't too crowded. But the reverse route had a bus full of people. And I had that big ol' honkin' stroller to try to finagle with. I had a couple people offer me their seats because I was holding Naomi but I told them I better stand by the stroller to make sure it didn't unfold. It wasn't the most pleasant ride, but I survived and only fell on the people behind me... twice. I bet they didn't think they'd be getting a lap dance as they left the Magic Kingdom!Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-86728533812375029772011-06-13T09:02:00.002-04:002011-06-13T09:06:13.958-04:003-Year-Olds Are GrossI mentioned this little story on Facebook and Twitter, but just in case there's anyone who doesn't follow me on either of those, I have to share this little gem that Charlotte said a month or so ago...<br /><br />She was sitting on the potty and told me, "Mommy, it's like my poopie has its own swimming pool... Oh, here come more friends!"<br /><br />Potty humor from a three-year-old. Gross, but coming from her, incredibly funny.Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-38227822561542258862011-06-12T21:48:00.008-04:002011-06-12T23:44:40.438-04:00New York City {Part 3}Roughly a month has passed so it's about time for another blog post, huh?! How about I tell you about our fabulous final day in NYC? It was incredible. Lots more walking. So incredible.<br /><br />We walked out of the hotel and couldn't see the tops of the buildings. The fog was crazy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLQ6QgsYbG4GZJUJLMBORgzYprMGmpiHNkxkUzg_YaxAlLod8_AmQ4d7vJXjUfiOqyZsOoNPOtCMOkHhCZkeFg-tMDvx6HUv508rr2O6oPTWzhA_MvzlVdClU296htzvl3p0NKJClEfU/s1600/IMG_6821.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLQ6QgsYbG4GZJUJLMBORgzYprMGmpiHNkxkUzg_YaxAlLod8_AmQ4d7vJXjUfiOqyZsOoNPOtCMOkHhCZkeFg-tMDvx6HUv508rr2O6oPTWzhA_MvzlVdClU296htzvl3p0NKJClEfU/s320/IMG_6821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617516623316245970"></a>We had planned on going up in the Empire State Building but knew we wouldn't be able to see anything so figured paying the money to see fog would be a waste. :(<br /><br />But that definitely didn't put a damper on what was to come...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggzo5PKhywzbW1m601t-2aKAenzGJR5AuMYYDWo0fDjnTjIRzIdzpUwHw7wQKr6ua2Qbpi_tCy4NtHlcmfziztz8wxAdH7TBGPDYbvWFv0DPgwRoIh9CsKSxnVj5JFKt_7bltOMSYNlZE/s1600/IMG_6823.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggzo5PKhywzbW1m601t-2aKAenzGJR5AuMYYDWo0fDjnTjIRzIdzpUwHw7wQKr6ua2Qbpi_tCy4NtHlcmfziztz8wxAdH7TBGPDYbvWFv0DPgwRoIh9CsKSxnVj5JFKt_7bltOMSYNlZE/s320/IMG_6823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617516628251360930"></a><span style="font-style:italic;">Breakfast at Tiffany's!</span> I've talked about doing this for years. If I had a bucket list, it would have been on it. We made a stop by Starbuck's so I could grab a muffin to eat in front of the store. I'm pretty sure Jared was horribly embarrassed to take this picture. People might have been staring. Whatever, I was happy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcSCLtgElS9RxWzJ4eM3VcvhmVyQC5qBUsUO5P_oOICcYef6Zt9CYhtwax8ElYfsMSLEwZ3X4pjpnIgqQNoncOPz-RudqsZrbZMYm65rpyoDhhI10B8imFT49sDuGxeo1TvwYKMdwhYhY/s1600/IMG_6824.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcSCLtgElS9RxWzJ4eM3VcvhmVyQC5qBUsUO5P_oOICcYef6Zt9CYhtwax8ElYfsMSLEwZ3X4pjpnIgqQNoncOPz-RudqsZrbZMYm65rpyoDhhI10B8imFT49sDuGxeo1TvwYKMdwhYhY/s320/IMG_6824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617516636656449330"></a>We went up to the sixth floor (six floors?!!) so I could get my ring cleaned in the lounge. Yup, a lounge. They used the same term for their bathrooms. When I saw a sign for the "Men's Lounge" I thought it was a waiting room with big screen TV's and Sports Illustrated's laying around. Nope, it's just where they keep their toilets. But if the Women's Lounge was any indication, the men's lounge might have been the nicest bathroom those men ever use!<br /><br />From Tiffany we headed to Times Square. Not a short walk, mind you. But it was fun to see all of the beautiful churches. Seriously, these are just amazing!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH7ROkTFQi48jeoW0cTkOfzVS0Vmli7YWONxK-yZHF8KTgLPIRechh_cYGbJ_gn1sWQWAk88m0QKwcH48HOVtD4abcZnkzZfbeKh6fp5WqTuYKNMwGDsSUrT-HHVUiX6Xc7F2MwI_wveM/s1600/IMG_6826.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH7ROkTFQi48jeoW0cTkOfzVS0Vmli7YWONxK-yZHF8KTgLPIRechh_cYGbJ_gn1sWQWAk88m0QKwcH48HOVtD4abcZnkzZfbeKh6fp5WqTuYKNMwGDsSUrT-HHVUiX6Xc7F2MwI_wveM/s320/IMG_6826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617517368569201138"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLatB7vS2VKBvr0O66pLe44_qZkIPsutAAE5oueCXVkhF2UFzKJrQP2xHbr4Jh__UPchCiRmymTgeu4OLG5RQr49QQ-UDrfEvIe3RV5KzuhYf_Xglwcl6P6D7kEZAvQ8hYWz4nPcZnDA/s1600/IMG_6829.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLatB7vS2VKBvr0O66pLe44_qZkIPsutAAE5oueCXVkhF2UFzKJrQP2xHbr4Jh__UPchCiRmymTgeu4OLG5RQr49QQ-UDrfEvIe3RV5KzuhYf_Xglwcl6P6D7kEZAvQ8hYWz4nPcZnDA/s320/IMG_6829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617517373343677090"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUpRLk9rjYCQAX-_JF3MSRRM-YU2fIvSuA45rpiXySJO7Bh3Y2pvzYIa8P6pFy93NMgJgCc4x9z_QfYbN_2WJCUzdYzmrTGqxpNqcyWdoh7bD7gJvFbNXuJcNaZ5oJJ2D36WvMvI9pYE/s1600/IMG_6834.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUpRLk9rjYCQAX-_JF3MSRRM-YU2fIvSuA45rpiXySJO7Bh3Y2pvzYIa8P6pFy93NMgJgCc4x9z_QfYbN_2WJCUzdYzmrTGqxpNqcyWdoh7bD7gJvFbNXuJcNaZ5oJJ2D36WvMvI9pYE/s320/IMG_6834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617517382757387282"></a><br /><br />We made it to Times Square. Huge, I tell ya. Lots of lights. I'm sure you know that, but for real, it's big.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4W-b4NIUP4g2G832VSTAJWBQNjJ2eCOoq7UyCWVfu73cdArLMonO2kvZK1y1wsANhbdVawLclqRhVtbN9urfGgTWMwwBFVqeIOCnR4S2I6tVdlvR-vrtITqwGX2FeGXTIASCEDUhBrE/s1600/IMG_6839.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4W-b4NIUP4g2G832VSTAJWBQNjJ2eCOoq7UyCWVfu73cdArLMonO2kvZK1y1wsANhbdVawLclqRhVtbN9urfGgTWMwwBFVqeIOCnR4S2I6tVdlvR-vrtITqwGX2FeGXTIASCEDUhBrE/s320/IMG_6839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617518429991683650"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj31FtCXgglZUMzLYoSzLQJngConCHASZNr4gQj1savg6Pn_O5A0Ff3rOlvCoyeOSfKL7TTZbPZih6l5uAnVuCYxCVzzEcNqUKrThlXWfOicQb77hdaAsf50v5iqb2awUrtYyp0JOmTiJw/s1600/IMG_6841.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj31FtCXgglZUMzLYoSzLQJngConCHASZNr4gQj1savg6Pn_O5A0Ff3rOlvCoyeOSfKL7TTZbPZih6l5uAnVuCYxCVzzEcNqUKrThlXWfOicQb77hdaAsf50v5iqb2awUrtYyp0JOmTiJw/s320/IMG_6841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617518432365569506"></a><br /><br />We had lunch at <a href="http://www.johnspizzerianyc.com/index2.htm">John's Pizzeria</a> and had the Hawaiian (with sauce). It was delicious. We were seated in the front area of the restaurant so we didn't see how beautiful that place is.<br /><br />After lunch we headed to <a href="http://gershwintheatre.com/">this place</a>!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnhJGIx7jUDmgD4EyNh8C0k1JyxEHGnCIsnCN4KPlkaXF9p7_qHIO3A4_6JHkPAxRyxHtrNTvi6ZMyaL-lQoFkWMwteqAUr3T6IpbmyE5ivpD_auCC-yszt5Xj3HhG02A4UXL1151aAR4/s1600/IMG_6842.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnhJGIx7jUDmgD4EyNh8C0k1JyxEHGnCIsnCN4KPlkaXF9p7_qHIO3A4_6JHkPAxRyxHtrNTvi6ZMyaL-lQoFkWMwteqAUr3T6IpbmyE5ivpD_auCC-yszt5Xj3HhG02A4UXL1151aAR4/s320/IMG_6842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617518439511339010"></a>The Gershwin Theater to see <a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com/">Wicked</a>!<br /><br />I was able to snap a couple pictures of the set before the camera police came and told me to put my camera away.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjp-7Y3yNCwn8zjimUvSg-PMxXCYnJZiOKBzZ89ffKSfVQ5RfpIMJxZzXE1veA1ykg4X1WQ8Ujbvj6H8_NKTnibT2Kq8zfmF5MdGfuLB0sViPkQZxpeCV2czjtvukvkQdTbeuYJ3wfG5A/s1600/IMG_6852.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjp-7Y3yNCwn8zjimUvSg-PMxXCYnJZiOKBzZ89ffKSfVQ5RfpIMJxZzXE1veA1ykg4X1WQ8Ujbvj6H8_NKTnibT2Kq8zfmF5MdGfuLB0sViPkQZxpeCV2czjtvukvkQdTbeuYJ3wfG5A/s320/IMG_6852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617520206610439218"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqudGiqVuUb1RIUfztHyRPT4md-AK_E4nYcgI02PvUb1eJx5Vqlp5EkP2t2a0H_m3JMYTByenuQY6gmG2Ath8-JjMK0t2acGjpt2ghsM5wMvXm2XK6w0oEIns5-DQbnjuN92Y58fU3D0/s1600/IMG_6850.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqudGiqVuUb1RIUfztHyRPT4md-AK_E4nYcgI02PvUb1eJx5Vqlp5EkP2t2a0H_m3JMYTByenuQY6gmG2Ath8-JjMK0t2acGjpt2ghsM5wMvXm2XK6w0oEIns5-DQbnjuN92Y58fU3D0/s320/IMG_6850.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617520214795786850"></a>Can you tell from the pictures how close our seats were?! I don't think we could have gotten much better than that. The show was incredible! Even Jared, who doesn't care much for musicals, enjoyed it. I think I smiled through the whole thing. I read the book in college and have the soundtrack so I knew the story and the songs, but seeing it on stage was just amazing. The actors, the costumes, the music, the set... it just brought everything to life. We got a flyer in the mail advertising Wicked coming to Jacksonville next year and I'll definitely be going to see it when it comes to town! I would love to have the voice and talent to perform on stage like this. It just looks like they have so much fun and what a rush it would be!<br /><br />After the show we went to the hotel and fought over who was going to pick where we ate dinner. Neither of us were craving anything in particular so we called the front desk of the hotel to get some recommendations. The woman asked what we were in the mood for... She kind of laughed when I told her nothing in particular, just wanted to know what was good that was close. There's a hundred of every type of good restaurant near you where ever you are in the city. We ended up eating... I don't remember where. I got some pasta something or other and Jared had something with lobster in it. Both were good. No pictures of the food, but here we are!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYNOaZl5709HacypqYpPe9quBpSSWgl9o8t-gQMUfeWJFsaATPA4I4Ro5f0ZWTpYl6Z7XA2lXvwYgvHRRTvlMm6aOmo8kNvrvC_FrhVvmacbqBU3kG9pEu0xKXgCbZuHdGn7RfB73nCQ/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYNOaZl5709HacypqYpPe9quBpSSWgl9o8t-gQMUfeWJFsaATPA4I4Ro5f0ZWTpYl6Z7XA2lXvwYgvHRRTvlMm6aOmo8kNvrvC_FrhVvmacbqBU3kG9pEu0xKXgCbZuHdGn7RfB73nCQ/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617539019496046466" /></a><br /><br />On Monday we spent hours in the air port because of weather delays. The Delta terminal at La Guardia airport is not meant to hold the amount of people who were there when we were. There weren't nearly enough seats for everyone, so there were people sitting all along the walls, from the food court area to the gates. There was even a large group of high schoolers laying on the floor in the middle.<br /><br />We finally made it home and were excited to see our girls!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnDRhmJeyX3m7en2wl2RA9kCOaaySl0a8w2fV5AdXWqD6bMUJVz6fjUeO3L7vXFlNzDqQaELPJzAC7cgk5b2ClFRQskqHUO6Y6EoyjSNludjJhyphenhyphen5xbbw0X23V_2NnAHg1AsdMr6BGc0g/s1600/IMG_6860.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnDRhmJeyX3m7en2wl2RA9kCOaaySl0a8w2fV5AdXWqD6bMUJVz6fjUeO3L7vXFlNzDqQaELPJzAC7cgk5b2ClFRQskqHUO6Y6EoyjSNludjJhyphenhyphen5xbbw0X23V_2NnAHg1AsdMr6BGc0g/s320/IMG_6860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617520224434163874"></a>Charlotte was excited about the souvenir we brought her. She enjoyed being the "Statue of Delivery". Yesterday she was playing with the globe and told me that she wanted to find a new place to live. I asked her where she would rather live and she told me at the "Statue of Delivery" :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31W5VESufW9Z81wzM3qsYWiPyjFA_3u1djKgq19SnCbd1D7WqmfkH0BKog1xRcLQnXo8qkUlIaWCMKOoqF_TZ_N8aCfopitM4mGDEvCAiUkU1xoX-RLKHqpkXf6gspiqG6pi_HiURjdY/s1600/IMG_6864.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31W5VESufW9Z81wzM3qsYWiPyjFA_3u1djKgq19SnCbd1D7WqmfkH0BKog1xRcLQnXo8qkUlIaWCMKOoqF_TZ_N8aCfopitM4mGDEvCAiUkU1xoX-RLKHqpkXf6gspiqG6pi_HiURjdY/s320/IMG_6864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617542909792997250" /></a>Naomi didn't care so much about it, so I used her hat and became Lady Liberty myself.<br /><br />Cheesin'.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9BZ_LBTmjMFT69gD_xHhKo1X6iDzThIQw-XOFMgi8-Zqi_IK2goVemiAwxzg3H6blWTbtFZg8Z4Pd3m3lzptQ_XtxVEiOxyc0wsFZ8NQLDUYy6v9PgfrrMDHaIvU14xTbXsZV442hbg/s1600/IMG_6868.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9BZ_LBTmjMFT69gD_xHhKo1X6iDzThIQw-XOFMgi8-Zqi_IK2goVemiAwxzg3H6blWTbtFZg8Z4Pd3m3lzptQ_XtxVEiOxyc0wsFZ8NQLDUYy6v9PgfrrMDHaIvU14xTbXsZV442hbg/s320/IMG_6868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617522379154306530"></a>The end!Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-17832036378975977012011-05-17T16:26:00.017-04:002011-05-19T16:36:18.446-04:00New York City {Part 2}We spent the majority of our Saturday in New York standing and walking around the city. To say that we were tired at the end of the day is an understatement! But we saw so much and had a wonderful time, so it's hard to complain.<br /><br />Grand Central Station<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildWydBlwxyOGf0xTrodAVTmtGA5Cklq6u9MyqyS3RHD5JOlTlih0kNAJQnbOco6JyQJVLGdYD0bYJl71qBakFylV4jLqaEz_2jyg8p9gEBfuhoeI1COhQP_H166LNcbqgU54pA_Fk0kg/s1600/IMG_6644.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildWydBlwxyOGf0xTrodAVTmtGA5Cklq6u9MyqyS3RHD5JOlTlih0kNAJQnbOco6JyQJVLGdYD0bYJl71qBakFylV4jLqaEz_2jyg8p9gEBfuhoeI1COhQP_H166LNcbqgU54pA_Fk0kg/s320/IMG_6644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607784900541764498" /></a>We became experts at the subway system while we were there. Okay, maybe not so much. We had to ask some people for advice on how to get to such and such a place once or twice, but for our first time taking public transit on such a large scale, I think we did pretty well.<br /><br />Immediately inside Grand Central.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLWkU6Pmr_NBFHa9Th3y-37cG-U6sLk1q_dWVx9usF8QQ2gg9O6Jq3y6NV8ioGUQKrdALshHaXeJxAnkQma6UZ1AaAd9BLf7EeqseSiVSBFCMn-rxDO-NxQexpBzncWLNHJIyuHD6JJc/s1600/IMG_6645.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLWkU6Pmr_NBFHa9Th3y-37cG-U6sLk1q_dWVx9usF8QQ2gg9O6Jq3y6NV8ioGUQKrdALshHaXeJxAnkQma6UZ1AaAd9BLf7EeqseSiVSBFCMn-rxDO-NxQexpBzncWLNHJIyuHD6JJc/s320/IMG_6645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607784901738897682" /></a><br />There was a space like this to the left and right of the area in the picture above. I think you can rent this hall out for events. Can you imagine a wedding reception there? I don't know the price, but I'm sure it would be out of our budget!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVSYEbMEqBWTnSrjVpfqaVt7neXO1EJ8jOIjytW3gJopaZiXDNy8Ww5p-uB8RtxFIrWQh3TRn__9pmJXadUtL8IcnITXojWee1a9LaVotIii4UGltKXiBXFfuS2n80Xvj1qP6U8-uUys/s1600/IMG_6646.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVSYEbMEqBWTnSrjVpfqaVt7neXO1EJ8jOIjytW3gJopaZiXDNy8Ww5p-uB8RtxFIrWQh3TRn__9pmJXadUtL8IcnITXojWee1a9LaVotIii4UGltKXiBXFfuS2n80Xvj1qP6U8-uUys/s320/IMG_6646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607784906171258754" /></a><br />And this is [a small part of] the main area of Grand Central. The terminals for all of the subways are off of the hallways and down a flight of stairs or two (or five!).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBymLnMDP7p7jmmjpRkjA65b-B6MxOG-YKtJ92wrSUobikdP7OmVLMVl7PJB_qYvSYLcYaDyeELpPUcOc7OeJHDbrGzmrg0VJjpWIVDf5Rn8cWxw_nHethloGh7WuY2vZHhIf0bB6qWlA/s1600/IMG_6647.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBymLnMDP7p7jmmjpRkjA65b-B6MxOG-YKtJ92wrSUobikdP7OmVLMVl7PJB_qYvSYLcYaDyeELpPUcOc7OeJHDbrGzmrg0VJjpWIVDf5Rn8cWxw_nHethloGh7WuY2vZHhIf0bB6qWlA/s320/IMG_6647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608113582381010690" /></a>The subways had a variety of smells, none of them pleasant. Urine, fish, crotch...<br /><br />After taking the subway down to Battery Park, we bought our tickets for the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. We didn't buy tickets ahead of time and saw on the website that they have a limited number of tickets to buy the day-of. We weren't sure we'd even be able to get tickets to get into the monument, but we did get there in time for those. We were informed, however, that tickets to climb up to the crown are sold out through September!<br /><br />While in the [very long] security line for the Statue, we saw this memorial in the harbor for the Merchant Marines. Pop, my grandfather on my Dad's side, was in the Merchant Marines, so it was neat to see this.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfxfFmkB6228fYrPS9MPytbqGuSK6MxtCQGQYN8cUdcDUc8Hn6LS0oYwkN2AGiOURwS3VONtIKBCKdzu1hSQL5orWlVx71_W9dker9XhM3xEbODQdJmU6y5Hurr63kjRnUbgKiHAA1zco/s1600/IMG_6652.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfxfFmkB6228fYrPS9MPytbqGuSK6MxtCQGQYN8cUdcDUc8Hn6LS0oYwkN2AGiOURwS3VONtIKBCKdzu1hSQL5orWlVx71_W9dker9XhM3xEbODQdJmU6y5Hurr63kjRnUbgKiHAA1zco/s320/IMG_6652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607787263049987202" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLozHlJer-W_kO6e3A7NvqVxWY0m6G7qsonzcgbtV72a3yO0rDQ1_E9sNy9-5cDwxmoH-8L-bNrlbz9SzsnSsSUTSwVDG_wA4l8f_a1oxbEKEz_lFDt63t0dy1QHDscdrk4XZPleiBFCE/s1600/IMG_6654.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLozHlJer-W_kO6e3A7NvqVxWY0m6G7qsonzcgbtV72a3yO0rDQ1_E9sNy9-5cDwxmoH-8L-bNrlbz9SzsnSsSUTSwVDG_wA4l8f_a1oxbEKEz_lFDt63t0dy1QHDscdrk4XZPleiBFCE/s320/IMG_6654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607787270474283090" /></a><br />The view of the Statue and Ellis Island across the harbor.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidXVc2RtN89uCMWA5n2ly3RqJ-RmL3UBXYBYAynZFnkQevHhA2FT04NAiCm4Ry70OvZtbhdcESwIIOTQ044kzbNXJ1vD7gNGrUEyCbMabOrWDff3_qVv_crkSnatLTXmnClRCqa-augr4/s1600/IMG_6657.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidXVc2RtN89uCMWA5n2ly3RqJ-RmL3UBXYBYAynZFnkQevHhA2FT04NAiCm4Ry70OvZtbhdcESwIIOTQ044kzbNXJ1vD7gNGrUEyCbMabOrWDff3_qVv_crkSnatLTXmnClRCqa-augr4/s320/IMG_6657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607787279242100034" /></a><br />A view of the city as we took off to Liberty Island.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tU2dTCK5US6d6ZwJUiZ53kaKJ6Z_XhdgCWhnZHfQNnmordLjvYfeO_lyjHoy6zpTARxKE-JzfAqpLKMFc4ZvHHZegboRmI_X28_crzoIRsHW3SW-mgAqwO8PaiYiEnQCrVNr9sGU0CY/s1600/IMG_6666.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tU2dTCK5US6d6ZwJUiZ53kaKJ6Z_XhdgCWhnZHfQNnmordLjvYfeO_lyjHoy6zpTARxKE-JzfAqpLKMFc4ZvHHZegboRmI_X28_crzoIRsHW3SW-mgAqwO8PaiYiEnQCrVNr9sGU0CY/s320/IMG_6666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607788261849370018" /></a><br />This is the security line we stood in to get onto the boat. We had to go through security once again when we entered the monument.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAQYuhLJfoCxALaYKyKcAOnGjC6esulETDCAYsO1qQv-e3-ktMy4kwBEHW4RoJhcMy9laoz8tWoaKSUxGllRsekj3fHg_QZLrpv-U5zv62WQPQWxL2tuQlKkdQ3aK9d8ogWVx-ILy970/s1600/IMG_6663.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAQYuhLJfoCxALaYKyKcAOnGjC6esulETDCAYsO1qQv-e3-ktMy4kwBEHW4RoJhcMy9laoz8tWoaKSUxGllRsekj3fHg_QZLrpv-U5zv62WQPQWxL2tuQlKkdQ3aK9d8ogWVx-ILy970/s320/IMG_6663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607788252630440834" /></a><br />A view of the city. I've seen pictures of it and even looked at Manhattan on google maps, but you just can't get a feel for how BIG this city is until you're there. As I flew in on Friday, it was as if the pilot was doing his best to give me a great view of the city. Each block of the city has huge buildings right next to each other, and then the blocks just keep going on and on. It was incredible to see!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-FsEx9fx-fYMQBxUk3gEtvLUJi27-JaWCWIOgYScjtlzLkm3FPewtB0LQM7X40J8kevSMZi9RSTuwr-W1Jy1OBA2zk0sMxdFjJdpUAHBvmgvVngAr0Jv-6GNJw6oUWkH6bgxVzYR48D0/s1600/IMG_6671.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-FsEx9fx-fYMQBxUk3gEtvLUJi27-JaWCWIOgYScjtlzLkm3FPewtB0LQM7X40J8kevSMZi9RSTuwr-W1Jy1OBA2zk0sMxdFjJdpUAHBvmgvVngAr0Jv-6GNJw6oUWkH6bgxVzYR48D0/s320/IMG_6671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607788264918478914" /></a><br />Lady Liberty herself. Something else I've seen tons of pictures of, but just did not realize the size of until I saw it in person.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4LhFYSXjMZawewaYTevqR4pzfiJBnZ7gno4OkXUvGTOvBMsyA8wGRracrQ5Xgc5p-tl3i2cdl_TWAGL4mrRk91t2wSCPFjGDxQp63XbtLEU7WP8729zhWq_3ohCq8CsAqEReKIqQ9AA/s1600/IMG_6682.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4LhFYSXjMZawewaYTevqR4pzfiJBnZ7gno4OkXUvGTOvBMsyA8wGRracrQ5Xgc5p-tl3i2cdl_TWAGL4mrRk91t2wSCPFjGDxQp63XbtLEU7WP8729zhWq_3ohCq8CsAqEReKIqQ9AA/s320/IMG_6682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607789233679234690" /></a><br />A torch of years past. Retired in 1986 (I think??).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi30vtVDNoW9krzsURwOiBlpRD9miWo_J4bou6sfLMNolfv8if3EsMt37IH4bDYGnJElALlAhuqOGoLw1H3bM8uuvUOtOyfYZJSNc3-ea0zqu9TGRw_67_mjsjQQSHQosAV08nusQA0xLY/s1600/IMG_6690.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi30vtVDNoW9krzsURwOiBlpRD9miWo_J4bou6sfLMNolfv8if3EsMt37IH4bDYGnJElALlAhuqOGoLw1H3bM8uuvUOtOyfYZJSNc3-ea0zqu9TGRw_67_mjsjQQSHQosAV08nusQA0xLY/s320/IMG_6690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607789238657400098" /></a><br />Her face is an entire story tall.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzavds3M3LImi0zqyK9oVKLpsccVdd1vDSUsFhugDzZ0rqYSJq0gpJkZ-XNN0NPftu0hb66g-Z1EPZi_s9i-Xk70jZ3CYG8uO_sX6CveGe3jba47jPMcfrAJCcElmkQmsLGjjzxpRzIfs/s1600/IMG_6691.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzavds3M3LImi0zqyK9oVKLpsccVdd1vDSUsFhugDzZ0rqYSJq0gpJkZ-XNN0NPftu0hb66g-Z1EPZi_s9i-Xk70jZ3CYG8uO_sX6CveGe3jba47jPMcfrAJCcElmkQmsLGjjzxpRzIfs/s320/IMG_6691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607789239406529746" /></a><br />Looking up her robe from the top of the pedestal upon which she stands.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidb72lRGYnHAOD3hKb-5UbvEA9iicxHLiMR2HAOhq4Fp7uyBzOx8p-OPRz9Upjir9RpwPf6sH2CrutPoXe0B3catu8hsxcNsDUCNiJBUnZBSGW8FZLudNjEuIwg4MY2sskGwJMFCrLFmM/s1600/IMG_6704.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidb72lRGYnHAOD3hKb-5UbvEA9iicxHLiMR2HAOhq4Fp7uyBzOx8p-OPRz9Upjir9RpwPf6sH2CrutPoXe0B3catu8hsxcNsDUCNiJBUnZBSGW8FZLudNjEuIwg4MY2sskGwJMFCrLFmM/s320/IMG_6704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607790446603174978" /></a><br />Us cheesin'.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQXfFTnFVVPbHURsIlT9XPVDtytMMdS622dIyAEgDrfPmMnb1G01hyq9AVos8fSiuEsJ6D13FxXQGS4mUwVBX8woE0C05Rg1yLtfsz3NJ-7plBCq437QdfoUuLsRIxXNUEg1g4KXaw64/s1600/IMG_6708.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQXfFTnFVVPbHURsIlT9XPVDtytMMdS622dIyAEgDrfPmMnb1G01hyq9AVos8fSiuEsJ6D13FxXQGS4mUwVBX8woE0C05Rg1yLtfsz3NJ-7plBCq437QdfoUuLsRIxXNUEg1g4KXaw64/s320/IMG_6708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607790454185172866" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ssk8jfFioH_wQdVcw34YVv7BZpVaWTrITLUDp62boEDyNUrYMGu5A_XA0ghkI0zDLrdYuDCYDOJOQ8dzXm3-aBB2zT45CpjI5xDibv9s4NyYCZBVgpRKttGi-kpQGffI8F5aLZkb5wE/s1600/IMG_6715.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ssk8jfFioH_wQdVcw34YVv7BZpVaWTrITLUDp62boEDyNUrYMGu5A_XA0ghkI0zDLrdYuDCYDOJOQ8dzXm3-aBB2zT45CpjI5xDibv9s4NyYCZBVgpRKttGi-kpQGffI8F5aLZkb5wE/s320/IMG_6715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607791204846075106" /></a><br />I look like I'm about to fall.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiLMy6i22lsYS5-8YqV4UAuQe77VOE1X23NSDABKL4B7bDuQC-OVQTpJeRl_ExL6LS-W91oN1_H5dRreLXVTgcbPsGP5SinBrvGAAWsLBS9ysQMFaOLowXjHipGjZULRaB_lXunJWxRUA/s1600/IMG_6716.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiLMy6i22lsYS5-8YqV4UAuQe77VOE1X23NSDABKL4B7bDuQC-OVQTpJeRl_ExL6LS-W91oN1_H5dRreLXVTgcbPsGP5SinBrvGAAWsLBS9ysQMFaOLowXjHipGjZULRaB_lXunJWxRUA/s320/IMG_6716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607791208568572242" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CuTtiohvNoj8yJIYtX3eF2PXIFKZJwj07lB753YI0P7GHfJk8xpJuyJq-3shsuofMBmVMvwDveq0QQnavXBz2JzhqgTIzFL21KGVUZg7GwDmzo3m2kNLRt8oDiJQ2jKZwPx92rhs0Ec/s1600/IMG_6717.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CuTtiohvNoj8yJIYtX3eF2PXIFKZJwj07lB753YI0P7GHfJk8xpJuyJq-3shsuofMBmVMvwDveq0QQnavXBz2JzhqgTIzFL21KGVUZg7GwDmzo3m2kNLRt8oDiJQ2jKZwPx92rhs0Ec/s320/IMG_6717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607791212772346866" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKKomfM35QDoM6L6_FSGNfgVXums9_YVhIIGVvv8vsHMI2qog05G2zuX0_rHy4mh7JlMXrns3knseq85gpEoYqBm8qYcw7IR7Z0UH6VQwmaSP9QZ-cDDD-vSGvvt0mn2bQ4w_mjVYfjQ8/s1600/IMG_6718.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKKomfM35QDoM6L6_FSGNfgVXums9_YVhIIGVvv8vsHMI2qog05G2zuX0_rHy4mh7JlMXrns3knseq85gpEoYqBm8qYcw7IR7Z0UH6VQwmaSP9QZ-cDDD-vSGvvt0mn2bQ4w_mjVYfjQ8/s320/IMG_6718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607791989351118930" /></a><br /><br />My lunch. Southwest chicken panini with fries. Fries were good. Panini was good. Would have probably been better if it were fresh or at least hot.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQoKmp984_Qirt8D8sNrWyNtzrmP-c6Q62mfpdmmQ1xfFBrYLfESYUpe_ss03aVME4flziZqchFHypsEvibRT9ygThdqMnFor4OAHE2YnVErP6wuZDwZfzhpFm4lyseFJTxuqNUi9y0c0/s1600/IMG_6719.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQoKmp984_Qirt8D8sNrWyNtzrmP-c6Q62mfpdmmQ1xfFBrYLfESYUpe_ss03aVME4flziZqchFHypsEvibRT9ygThdqMnFor4OAHE2YnVErP6wuZDwZfzhpFm4lyseFJTxuqNUi9y0c0/s320/IMG_6719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607791992986935234" /></a><br />Then we hopped on the boat and cruised over to Ellis Island. It was pretty incredible.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgixVTe-GKaGdf01X01L0pqbGQs6EJVMekclNYywBWTJT1bNuCLi_Ym4j9QS4LTWjYTS0P0IjMdAN-MqXu-Au0BJhOmpp9trdeLHIStexFp3wiUZ-rpUfSD4_iEhiHl1SUPgDVkgpicg/s1600/IMG_6724.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgixVTe-GKaGdf01X01L0pqbGQs6EJVMekclNYywBWTJT1bNuCLi_Ym4j9QS4LTWjYTS0P0IjMdAN-MqXu-Au0BJhOmpp9trdeLHIStexFp3wiUZ-rpUfSD4_iEhiHl1SUPgDVkgpicg/s320/IMG_6724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607791997987104322" /></a>These are some of the trunks and luggage that were brought with some immigrants. Not sure if the immigrants just decided they didn't need them anymore or if they were donated or what. But anyway.<div><br /></div><div>This cartoon cracks me up.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-n9qZWpMSO7dhzKrJ_D2tXkkGEOzElsXtIa3q1UOZ7Qy5X5AP6T-TuJDc3MlVqrpMiKtqGgL-EO8S3YDp7fLZo3TrNUT9jtt9wM3zbS6C7l3Hnp8SQMygwCuJO15THJh-sIeYpoyClKg/s1600/IMG_6727.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-n9qZWpMSO7dhzKrJ_D2tXkkGEOzElsXtIa3q1UOZ7Qy5X5AP6T-TuJDc3MlVqrpMiKtqGgL-EO8S3YDp7fLZo3TrNUT9jtt9wM3zbS6C7l3Hnp8SQMygwCuJO15THJh-sIeYpoyClKg/s320/IMG_6727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607792938692422290" /></a>"You can't come in. The quota for 1620 is full." After a few years of having so many immigrants come in, there were limits put in place to control how many people came in and from where (some countries that weren't as friendly with ours had lower quotas). </div><div><br /></div><div>Little shoes of some babies and children who passed through the Island. I think <a href="http://kellymdambrosio.blogspot.com/">Kelly </a> mentioned these shoes when she recapped her trip to NYC. They were adorable!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqNYRDoeANQwejEfmGheXTi1Xq7olCs_20lds2Rl7Wd40BcLFx97XYB60N7k-OAq8w6vb7bhSAX01GWaRodKq5WL36T93jYK-fw_DLDNwF6Zr7xXgyhwBeGO3PRNFBtlOX8EqdROX7Kw/s1600/IMG_6730.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqNYRDoeANQwejEfmGheXTi1Xq7olCs_20lds2Rl7Wd40BcLFx97XYB60N7k-OAq8w6vb7bhSAX01GWaRodKq5WL36T93jYK-fw_DLDNwF6Zr7xXgyhwBeGO3PRNFBtlOX8EqdROX7Kw/s320/IMG_6730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607792943251278402" /></a>We read some journal entries and one of them talked about the voyage across the Atlantic. It mentioned a baby being born on the ship. I cannot even imagine! Some of these people were coming across in the dead of winter, so to deliver at that time in a place with no heat and and no clean hospital... it blows my mind and makes me grateful for modern healthcare, as expensive as it is!</div><div><br /></div><div>A chart that shows the number of immigrants who settled in certain towns in the year 1903. Jacksonville had 15. Brunswick, GA had 1!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ciy5tnDksDPHV7cIumBRqktcwCxQ8Z_UJfVmWhbkJ6dWQAyXfjuI_oDEjxdGoIXNa83fdixL1gSJfILKlnuHrYmnRVFYuj5au32d-HFd2D2H9PUHU8pDIwlFAUI2Bw6OcOQNHV9S6e4/s1600/IMG_6732.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ciy5tnDksDPHV7cIumBRqktcwCxQ8Z_UJfVmWhbkJ6dWQAyXfjuI_oDEjxdGoIXNa83fdixL1gSJfILKlnuHrYmnRVFYuj5au32d-HFd2D2H9PUHU8pDIwlFAUI2Bw6OcOQNHV9S6e4/s320/IMG_6732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607792952410194290" /></a><br /></div><div>There were some documents that had the names of the immigrants, male or female, where they were coming from, etc. Not quite halfway down in this picture is someone who just went by "Marg!".<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0pzPLJzX7GocCvmyyXKZd88Cb5MtlgBO-ULrdI82mNuafpO4foOp-82GQRBarGMr9QDbM-igfvg-g8bR5F3jAbbp42LwTaAafO44JReTKuSWWqc9PyDQy504ZC4Pi7hzmWs1-bkHwWU/s1600/IMG_6733.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0pzPLJzX7GocCvmyyXKZd88Cb5MtlgBO-ULrdI82mNuafpO4foOp-82GQRBarGMr9QDbM-igfvg-g8bR5F3jAbbp42LwTaAafO44JReTKuSWWqc9PyDQy504ZC4Pi7hzmWs1-bkHwWU/s320/IMG_6733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608085812967777026" /></a>"How do you spell your name?"</div><div>"M-A-R-G-Exclamation point"</div><div><br /></div><div><br />After Ellis Island we walked around the financial district for a bit. We may or may not have taken a wrong turn or two while we were there, but we just chalk it up to seeing more of the city.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo-lcH_xJmCrYNHEXHy3v4IhRMGqvGY_HcgSyqX0NlMN-3_apc2ZR5vVX0EL70VTn_4Jyy6GlGzVnAkEPrgP5A2W5maT22-0crQIflekqGjm-PR5Utna_7Vl6MOqgAlgjdRG_ZzvNWdIY/s1600/IMG_6743.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo-lcH_xJmCrYNHEXHy3v4IhRMGqvGY_HcgSyqX0NlMN-3_apc2ZR5vVX0EL70VTn_4Jyy6GlGzVnAkEPrgP5A2W5maT22-0crQIflekqGjm-PR5Utna_7Vl6MOqgAlgjdRG_ZzvNWdIY/s320/IMG_6743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608085818591426674" /></a>This is Trinity Church, the one in <span style="font-style:italic;">National Treasure</span> with the underground lair that contained lots of treasure. Remember it? I loved those movies. I've heard rumors of a third one coming out this Christmas!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndFAE2oVhUOdjtLHusSOT-5Q1lpEDj2aMDr2Y6Z3QwS-s71P_ZR64RU7tSBtYiRpJKBcHJIvhFlrDFuWkKmRl9b-RHVzU8sBRn49bjtpc1VTdn86XhweEcbxuNL-1Lgg7bSPXQfB6of0/s1600/IMG_6748.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndFAE2oVhUOdjtLHusSOT-5Q1lpEDj2aMDr2Y6Z3QwS-s71P_ZR64RU7tSBtYiRpJKBcHJIvhFlrDFuWkKmRl9b-RHVzU8sBRn49bjtpc1VTdn86XhweEcbxuNL-1Lgg7bSPXQfB6of0/s320/IMG_6748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608085825775997842" /></a>Aren't these windows beautiful?!</div><div><br /></div><div>We spent about ten minutes walking around the graveyard.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNEtu747WCcq8pgDNgPpsPf5CdJ9-NAVpSsRO_ec6iTA0YGpG4a3XUztKsEFsOYyrTLOItHLS2amzIpwHXQxyExbjjMIiVC9ESdF71g1GvosL6XP1cste8wv_wnBmU1DVCUqkvQ2mNrcY/s1600/IMG_6751.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNEtu747WCcq8pgDNgPpsPf5CdJ9-NAVpSsRO_ec6iTA0YGpG4a3XUztKsEFsOYyrTLOItHLS2amzIpwHXQxyExbjjMIiVC9ESdF71g1GvosL6XP1cste8wv_wnBmU1DVCUqkvQ2mNrcY/s320/IMG_6751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608086843541322866" /></a>Some of the gravestones were marked in the 1700s. It was burned in the fire of 1776 when the British seized non-Anglican churches and used them as prisons and barracks. We think that's why some of the tombstones were brown and falling apart and others were just algaefied. Some of the ones that were burned looked like they would fall apart if they were touched. <span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://www.nyc-architecture.com/LM/LM047-TRINITYCHURCH.htm">Source</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Just down the street from Trinity Church is Ground Zero. This is going to be the new <a href="http://www.wtc.com/">World Trade Center</a>. The artists' renderings of it look amazing.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5vrzwrHIc7K9-bgfiKd6V3fuGmbBBi4G6zD3A6W4Lur_M3zChUSGfr8_rCiqt_2gyo6BDO0CnznqL9PvaNC0CcLXMshi0YVdn-9wbA66IlRwW-pp2NHLzHpELqWUx7yxJI9mXs7LrQU/s1600/IMG_6762.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5vrzwrHIc7K9-bgfiKd6V3fuGmbBBi4G6zD3A6W4Lur_M3zChUSGfr8_rCiqt_2gyo6BDO0CnznqL9PvaNC0CcLXMshi0YVdn-9wbA66IlRwW-pp2NHLzHpELqWUx7yxJI9mXs7LrQU/s320/IMG_6762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608086854057266914" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmSmB7rFDDc2RcqbBiFI3MMUUoA9VLJJd2TeledIclTktpIeHEMQBvtl_U6FMPrbr0cTpEdgCgKzGgdO7WMzsWhg544UxE5QQ2I7RGSmEjplBi3fvk4T8fhwCSoSi2OxCOf7p2_baTHo/s1600/IMG_6760.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmSmB7rFDDc2RcqbBiFI3MMUUoA9VLJJd2TeledIclTktpIeHEMQBvtl_U6FMPrbr0cTpEdgCgKzGgdO7WMzsWhg544UxE5QQ2I7RGSmEjplBi3fvk4T8fhwCSoSi2OxCOf7p2_baTHo/s320/IMG_6760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608086848741434962" /></a><br />New York Stock Exchange. We were there on Saturday so it was closed. Otherwise we would have been in the thick of it yelling, "Buy! Sell!" We would have fit right in.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5GjAHnQL5ucwvJTq6tYOCcHBqVttyyFVuNbivp91zGrKma9zaV_vVmh7OxNVzRJ4uLwofGkuE7UegCZba_sHjs4wjr6Nn_0kvLeQo9pNC5q1ZPznvInGmcxk3FV6HHQ2qo3nfp-k-RU/s1600/IMG_6767.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5GjAHnQL5ucwvJTq6tYOCcHBqVttyyFVuNbivp91zGrKma9zaV_vVmh7OxNVzRJ4uLwofGkuE7UegCZba_sHjs4wjr6Nn_0kvLeQo9pNC5q1ZPznvInGmcxk3FV6HHQ2qo3nfp-k-RU/s320/IMG_6767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608088113662492178" /></a><br />And this... this is the most wonderful place on earth! Tiffany & Co.!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYF8tBE5beKix59xRTOW2QXIgKMkw3RbMj7bJwcaqRLBBnEXcS1VIfp0SJDp39YqpkmumqH-18i2Zziq31vRKk_OOnzM1faPOjRYZY501Q6DPXLzHPBqKm0yGlSlkPwanF20QG7jDAM8/s1600/IMG_6772.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYF8tBE5beKix59xRTOW2QXIgKMkw3RbMj7bJwcaqRLBBnEXcS1VIfp0SJDp39YqpkmumqH-18i2Zziq31vRKk_OOnzM1faPOjRYZY501Q6DPXLzHPBqKm0yGlSlkPwanF20QG7jDAM8/s320/IMG_6772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608088121120984338" /></a>This isn't the original store, it's the one on Wall Street. We weren't planning to go into this store, but we happened past it and the sparkles lured us (read: me) in. The architecture of the interior is just amazing! Marble staircase, beautiful columns... It was gorgeous! The displays and cabinets and things looked a little dated, but I think that's the modern look (that I'm not a huge fan of) they were going for. Do you see those things floating from the ceiling? They had sparkles and jewels all over them so when you walked into the store all you saw above you was bling. Even if you don't buy anything, it's such a fun place to wander through!</div><div><br /></div><div>Cute side street.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLOc4AJZhLaHKTt0coYZkJR2bQrwfOucYA0-EVZlfCIcFvpBI56HJn_99nabh35Ojtk_NyLM2YkIFCJyLMGXhyQvXTO7amladNSe9NN_2dzXiZmuWFvkMzQL2nghbNaXMoRlxME35QXc/s1600/IMG_6774.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLOc4AJZhLaHKTt0coYZkJR2bQrwfOucYA0-EVZlfCIcFvpBI56HJn_99nabh35Ojtk_NyLM2YkIFCJyLMGXhyQvXTO7amladNSe9NN_2dzXiZmuWFvkMzQL2nghbNaXMoRlxME35QXc/s320/IMG_6774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608088122425354658" /></a><br />After all the walking downtown we went to the hotel to change shoes. At least I did. Even my comfortable wedding day shoes were killing me by lunchtime. (Wedding day shoes are the most comfortable cute flats I can find that I wear when I'm coordinating a wedding. I haven't found a heel that's comfortable enough for me to wear all day and not be dying by the end of the night of a wedding.) We hopped on the subway and headed up to Central Park. One of the first things we saw was this bride.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gFNaUiMxFG9apntsK3t4NCVaEC2-0jdoNLEoo2iEjtc3vd8tNJeB-1jvO5GtkJJqEPh0eIqrSEHq5NSNKRGHm6Uc2h36CyZEkyn-CYsNZSIaBoLUe5TDVAQP4Avn9GpwUG20BxjpnEE/s1600/IMG_6780.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gFNaUiMxFG9apntsK3t4NCVaEC2-0jdoNLEoo2iEjtc3vd8tNJeB-1jvO5GtkJJqEPh0eIqrSEHq5NSNKRGHm6Uc2h36CyZEkyn-CYsNZSIaBoLUe5TDVAQP4Avn9GpwUG20BxjpnEE/s320/IMG_6780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608089758837682066" /></a>Black feathers on her head with a gown that looks like lingerie with a poofy skirt. I know every person has their own style, but seriously?! This was just ridiculous. She had four photographers, a videographer, and a coordinator with her. This was the second of four brides we saw on Saturday. I'm guessing each of them had a huge budget to have a NYC wedding!</div><div><br />The Boat House in Central Park. Do you recognize this from <i>27 Dresses</i>?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5YGgqcs9tNJUtJ9fH5BLSWjjmBrDWFneGNAlob2S3quMCddcsz00_3L9kpQGmYFQ1SfT8i1DL-Nb0P0zH-R8O9CvQ5jJhVFhMaGlYEWNF1Z2FuJBALhCdBq8FZfHJempwcVmFq5tgMQ/s1600/IMG_6797.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5YGgqcs9tNJUtJ9fH5BLSWjjmBrDWFneGNAlob2S3quMCddcsz00_3L9kpQGmYFQ1SfT8i1DL-Nb0P0zH-R8O9CvQ5jJhVFhMaGlYEWNF1Z2FuJBALhCdBq8FZfHJempwcVmFq5tgMQ/s320/IMG_6797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608089767974531010" /></a><br /></div><div>A castle in the middle of Central Park. Can you imagine a wedding there?! There was one going on but we weren't close enough for me to see any of the decor.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrEPV1VpToxkhrVrZvmHkKvo10XzF58tXPVQORIrrb9HEps1AbO-DExZbSgxrQW_YIo1Zv67Z_kYRCdqs_6rG0uBpcN7ciRsMbEsuprcRDmCaxLs9GV9pjN8Jh0A1FvfSimWrnPhz1Qo/s1600/IMG_6800.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrEPV1VpToxkhrVrZvmHkKvo10XzF58tXPVQORIrrb9HEps1AbO-DExZbSgxrQW_YIo1Zv67Z_kYRCdqs_6rG0uBpcN7ciRsMbEsuprcRDmCaxLs9GV9pjN8Jh0A1FvfSimWrnPhz1Qo/s320/IMG_6800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608089772963305442" /></a><br />Metropolitan Museum of Art<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFsioQzN0ZFhP9wnvQ61WXEeVV0C-AtFtgYhEyLAZq1rflBnqBDvXvUTPp6igzEgQeQnlxlBOJZjSoj_TqSlmjPwePsuuMzC8HwxmmjYxFnTgW7UOYqriy-upqVru3yEVUBBagXnDDAf8/s1600/IMG_6804.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFsioQzN0ZFhP9wnvQ61WXEeVV0C-AtFtgYhEyLAZq1rflBnqBDvXvUTPp6igzEgQeQnlxlBOJZjSoj_TqSlmjPwePsuuMzC8HwxmmjYxFnTgW7UOYqriy-upqVru3yEVUBBagXnDDAf8/s320/IMG_6804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608104416666237218" /></a>The detail on the buildings is incredible. Faces and gargoyles looking down at you.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkm95pcX49CZcGM6jUz7enYSWxNFzDr-E2284cMjMmfVDezFbmpcel7hvq4JlE2-jkr_P5PurdzX-vQnbuL3jVHBxzjzfChz6-6ng7KmRlvyhEb3kRDLem1JzPbYhw_DCFII3FJ74-XXI/s1600/IMG_6808.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkm95pcX49CZcGM6jUz7enYSWxNFzDr-E2284cMjMmfVDezFbmpcel7hvq4JlE2-jkr_P5PurdzX-vQnbuL3jVHBxzjzfChz6-6ng7KmRlvyhEb3kRDLem1JzPbYhw_DCFII3FJ74-XXI/s320/IMG_6808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608104423857364050" /></a><br />Where we got dinner on Saturday night. Good burgers!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhluN8zPYkzlCTbwSUTGkCOvJWouN9NQP5ruy2QOdCDQZHIV5egvsKpHm6te4gJKo37LJ5vjvlsjfUt5ZlMH_i-v0OHTr_P4R4cYoOjfjU5Q0ye40qoxNm4ooh0ufXMhKj_KtXr84zmUWU/s1600/IMG_6819.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhluN8zPYkzlCTbwSUTGkCOvJWouN9NQP5ruy2QOdCDQZHIV5egvsKpHm6te4gJKo37LJ5vjvlsjfUt5ZlMH_i-v0OHTr_P4R4cYoOjfjU5Q0ye40qoxNm4ooh0ufXMhKj_KtXr84zmUWU/s320/IMG_6819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608104427794829250" /></a>RC Cola and Chocolate Soda! The chocolate soda tasted like carbonated Yoo-Hoo. Jared was a big fan!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJholEleRhauZQ875icW2h4yvpT0P0F0KGpibVGrXGfdZyFIjzjdUmzKFTNGsXb_mFURPBdPpwgx9NKo-rPUQEpQddmxu7XBLPcE5v81MiqGsm77jnZdkqeZXADxU4xT7-JstKA75XFN8/s1600/IMG_6818.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJholEleRhauZQ875icW2h4yvpT0P0F0KGpibVGrXGfdZyFIjzjdUmzKFTNGsXb_mFURPBdPpwgx9NKo-rPUQEpQddmxu7XBLPcE5v81MiqGsm77jnZdkqeZXADxU4xT7-JstKA75XFN8/s320/IMG_6818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608104815571598402" /></a></div><br /><br />And that was our Saturday! We were exhausted and wiped out, but again, it's kind of hard to complain when you're in NYC!Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-90366054531537002362011-05-17T10:06:00.012-04:002011-05-17T15:53:18.440-04:00New York City {Part 1}Jared had a conference in Jersey City last week and I flew up to New York City on Friday so we could have a weekend with just the two of us. Thanks to Toto & Auntie Mel and Grammy & Grampy who split the weekend watching the girls!<br /><br />Be prepared because I took about 250 pictures and prepare to show you lots of them! If you follow me on Twitter, you'll have likely seen many of these pictures and some of my thoughts on the city, but for those who don't stalk me via all avenues of social media, I'm going to say it all again. It's going to be a sort of narration of the mind of Brittany... so Jared (who I doubt reads the blog) and <a href="http://shannon-faye.blogspot.com">Shannon </a>might be the only ones who find any sort of humor in it.<br /><br />Here we go!<br /><br />The most pointless curtain ever. It's more of a psychological barrier between First Class and Steerage. In case there was any doubt, I was back with the steerage.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZGsX8o6i_btRMl1cWLgpLZqV95sfb9Z_6M-wGfF7iTPnPo0CUrLdtdpED7Yupw5R8pe1hlO-2kZCZNynf3zsPuLCuuhukfVAgBYmR0E0Of1Mc_QQojtYwpbxw7emHcH4HeSY-Z-cY_I/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZGsX8o6i_btRMl1cWLgpLZqV95sfb9Z_6M-wGfF7iTPnPo0CUrLdtdpED7Yupw5R8pe1hlO-2kZCZNynf3zsPuLCuuhukfVAgBYmR0E0Of1Mc_QQojtYwpbxw7emHcH4HeSY-Z-cY_I/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607697802521372034" /></a><br />Snacks on a plane. Notice the ingredient and allergy warning. Peanuts. Processed in a plant that produces peanuts. Not sure how else they'd do it...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6mPJhuj1LbpfYRxxm7On5-syln_bcJYsx-8lxiegBhp7N0UH2T7_Ywe_D8iQ_wmJRPq_59E9RtiUzkCPwXKg2rcCZVqfXiNWTndneCRWZ9achZmm1FaUgzISL9dcBR3INl_OYcwokl8s/s1600/IMG_6607.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6mPJhuj1LbpfYRxxm7On5-syln_bcJYsx-8lxiegBhp7N0UH2T7_Ywe_D8iQ_wmJRPq_59E9RtiUzkCPwXKg2rcCZVqfXiNWTndneCRWZ9achZmm1FaUgzISL9dcBR3INl_OYcwokl8s/s320/IMG_6607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607688762117941282" /></a><br /><br />I saw three "I ♥ NY" within the first five minutes of being in New York. I'm pretty sure it's what the locals wear, so I made a mental note to get one before I left the city.<br /><br />I flew into La Guardia and was on my way to the bus stop when I saw this fella! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ1zPIW312EJWjPL0HVjg_q8j5x3nVbyV6xGXXGZbUnyJSFdmKwWwoJOIyl3Sp7JFJHyMMGi8UeTe4v7lqqwZY59YXiPzFTK7OCDLTkrxpMz85_TAGTChYxPSQSckwH64b4t7yfnOWZvM/s1600/Brittany+with+Tebow.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ1zPIW312EJWjPL0HVjg_q8j5x3nVbyV6xGXXGZbUnyJSFdmKwWwoJOIyl3Sp7JFJHyMMGi8UeTe4v7lqqwZY59YXiPzFTK7OCDLTkrxpMz85_TAGTChYxPSQSckwH64b4t7yfnOWZvM/s320/Brittany+with+Tebow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607688752869548178" /></a>Yeah, that's me and Timmy Tebow. Just another usual Friday, hanging with a Heisman Trophy winner. But I played it so cool. Here's how our conversation went...<br />Brittany: Hi Timmy... (because those close to him call him Timmy)<br />Timmy: Hi.<br />Brittany: I'm sorry to bother you, but my husband and I are huge fans!<br />Timmy: Oh, thank you! (genuinely sweet)<br />Brittany: We're both alumni and we just think you're great... Can I get a picture with you?<br />Timmy: Sure! (So maybe he didn't say this with an exclamation, but he made it seem as if I wasn't the bother that I likely was)<br />Then his brother or friend or someone who I'm sure has taken hundreds of pictures of strangers with Timmy snapped the picture with my phone. And I thanked him and was walking on Cloud 9 for hours as I tweeted and texted and called everyone to tell them about how cool I (thought I) was because I just saw a celebrity. Not a bad start to the New York weekend!<br /><br />After taking a bus, I hopped on the 7. That's what the locals call the train that takes them from Flushing Queens (as in, the place where Fran Fine Sheffield is from. I looked for her and Doug Heffernan, but didn't see either of them. Bummer.) into Manhattan.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QUV4BuQL4rHYUO6ij7Fs5KxleVaSbBNsQvqTK3wmdBxutpC6rDOQakHXCNHzfXItoFq_S2T8bP6DEOxZmzVATSWSCAdMfM_ThbKKR_w1uHjOoFi_0e5o3xJvrbz5uDOdAsYf_S1AYQU/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QUV4BuQL4rHYUO6ij7Fs5KxleVaSbBNsQvqTK3wmdBxutpC6rDOQakHXCNHzfXItoFq_S2T8bP6DEOxZmzVATSWSCAdMfM_ThbKKR_w1uHjOoFi_0e5o3xJvrbz5uDOdAsYf_S1AYQU/s320/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607697796267456850" /></a>This is where the locals do their art apparently.<br /><br />I finally made it to the sidewalks of the city and saw this street sign. I immediately wanted to start singing, "Tell all the gang at 42nd Street that I will soon be there!"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcjRQtoIn7qhMGk3YWEy1qiRHSph2rE62IsU1mVLoF-28pW8G5qhFqZiYj1wAMf4oH2tm_76Y-wkP4zk02Teh04wPslSIGdHjMG_xbv0rXyFmZPnCj7U-g98tBDVot2zRRl8uOXSUOyo/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcjRQtoIn7qhMGk3YWEy1qiRHSph2rE62IsU1mVLoF-28pW8G5qhFqZiYj1wAMf4oH2tm_76Y-wkP4zk02Teh04wPslSIGdHjMG_xbv0rXyFmZPnCj7U-g98tBDVot2zRRl8uOXSUOyo/s320/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607697796210924002" /></a>The fun of that quickly faded when I realized I didn't really know where I was. I mean, other than the obvious, at the corner of 42nd Street and Madison. I had the address for the hotel and my trusty iPhone with the directions. But the directions were something like, "Walk south towards..." and I couldn't get oriented with which direction I was facing. And don't forget that I had my luggage and was looking around in total awe of the city I was in. I knew it was just a wee bit obvious that I wasn't from around there so that made me prime mugging material so I was glaring at everyone walking by me like they had intent to take all of my possessions. It took me a minute but I figured out where I was going and made my way to the hotel where I met my knight in shining armor. I made it from the airport to the hotel, taking a bus and a subway, all by myself. I'm a big kid now!<br /><br />We stayed at the <a href="http://www.affinia.com/New-York-City-Hotel.aspx?name=Eastgate-Tower">Eastgate Tower Hotel</a> in the Murray Hill area of Manhattan. I think this used to be a residential condo building because all of the rooms are suites with small kitchens. Though a little dated, our room was plenty big.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahLxKrPcG5FnflZAOQQTq3vRzh0isU2C9MOlnFwhm28GWqSqBahadu4QRkiyoboJiKRCVxp5ZBmpmYOEvFiMt8THel7wafmNNSDH_51w225mMj3tpqT1m_IdchyrvC160BrGLrrGHPhE/s1600/IMG_6608.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahLxKrPcG5FnflZAOQQTq3vRzh0isU2C9MOlnFwhm28GWqSqBahadu4QRkiyoboJiKRCVxp5ZBmpmYOEvFiMt8THel7wafmNNSDH_51w225mMj3tpqT1m_IdchyrvC160BrGLrrGHPhE/s320/IMG_6608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607688765862540482" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNY0rst7hDciPfPva7gWvl0Hdc_mHQUt9y7DQeRmIF6vxIGcItdbMhA9dNvKjkzXLzcc0iMUU9LiW7sqpayw9nDXOA0dAqQxCWsGzLha33u6O2iVrYhc4YPoMXJS_dLkuPD_uvxKSr2y8/s1600/IMG_6609.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNY0rst7hDciPfPva7gWvl0Hdc_mHQUt9y7DQeRmIF6vxIGcItdbMhA9dNvKjkzXLzcc0iMUU9LiW7sqpayw9nDXOA0dAqQxCWsGzLha33u6O2iVrYhc4YPoMXJS_dLkuPD_uvxKSr2y8/s320/IMG_6609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607690623700114706" /></a><br />We bought some cereal and milk and had breakfast in the room while there (they have a few dishes and pans in the cabinets). It was nice to take our time getting ready in the mornings and not be starving.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQZytm92AsdOkrVbHPvGBRV1awg93n6qkqSs00QnhqtvRB6nP7jtlsVyO0CKU1JLxu05YpN8b3vMXrjKynWPuzpQ_UQy6o38m-9I3-2COXYFJHbTZ0LFiEfjx8D51HgfOlyhXe2prkyc/s1600/IMG_6610.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQZytm92AsdOkrVbHPvGBRV1awg93n6qkqSs00QnhqtvRB6nP7jtlsVyO0CKU1JLxu05YpN8b3vMXrjKynWPuzpQ_UQy6o38m-9I3-2COXYFJHbTZ0LFiEfjx8D51HgfOlyhXe2prkyc/s320/IMG_6610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607690630224389202" /></a><br /><br />Jared was excited to explain to me all of the material that they went over at the conference. He talked for a couple hours and I took a nap for a couple hours. :) Just kidding. He spared me all of that, knowing that my eyes would quickly roll to the back of my head. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1wEV77lImqaPMCXSBqYosufx6GH7hCB1s__Lsv1wfz0LfLMpRlHYoZA3l4DcuKPJcCYgN7Agu7dY9ThEXldJIcUNtJG0LAcC5SGHFGuxXubESExwA8xtPS3fJseX4h9inxTJIsSIdp0c/s1600/IMG_6612.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1wEV77lImqaPMCXSBqYosufx6GH7hCB1s__Lsv1wfz0LfLMpRlHYoZA3l4DcuKPJcCYgN7Agu7dY9ThEXldJIcUNtJG0LAcC5SGHFGuxXubESExwA8xtPS3fJseX4h9inxTJIsSIdp0c/s320/IMG_6612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607690631391253522" /></a><br /><br />We took about a 30 minute walk to the <a href="http://www.lautnyc.com/site/index.php">Laut</a>, a Malaysian-Thai restaurant that I scouted out. I'm going to pretend to be <a href="http://shannon-faye.blogspot.com">Shannon </a>and tell you what we ate... <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqw9YqwjRfBzc1GZa8XmkqEdRfNBnfumHf1_XrSbtTUt-UZtUCOoHJ6nZyX7k6HyLbQbyUTxC5b3gRCgDvBHShObXWBmdrZeUfmB7QfjYi0fJMJUaPeAXr-XjczmS7gk4CHDd-E_7UQ4Q/s1600/IMG_6619.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqw9YqwjRfBzc1GZa8XmkqEdRfNBnfumHf1_XrSbtTUt-UZtUCOoHJ6nZyX7k6HyLbQbyUTxC5b3gRCgDvBHShObXWBmdrZeUfmB7QfjYi0fJMJUaPeAXr-XjczmS7gk4CHDd-E_7UQ4Q/s320/IMG_6619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607691530773123474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmzYMbhWO6jiVNNMEtL17UFPzplZxGOkYvSbGK14qwDd-2EmLS4cpoBgmej2cq1UsUHPwP5i7Zv_9MkvYUzb_rV_PEkT0sZVme79xM95Drp_Er5LuzsYuqBkXTsS00QMP-_lQ4YDI_fo/s1600/IMG_6622.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmzYMbhWO6jiVNNMEtL17UFPzplZxGOkYvSbGK14qwDd-2EmLS4cpoBgmej2cq1UsUHPwP5i7Zv_9MkvYUzb_rV_PEkT0sZVme79xM95Drp_Er5LuzsYuqBkXTsS00QMP-_lQ4YDI_fo/s320/IMG_6622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607692598544567170" /></a>Roti canai, the most delicious thing in the world. It's simple, an Indian pancake, but it's crispy in some parts, doughy in others, and you dip it in that wonderful curry sauce and it's a party for your mouth. But the thing about roti is it's tricky to make. At least we haven't figured out the secret. We can imitate the chicken and some other parts of this Malaysian meal, but the roti is a mystery.<a href="http://therollins4.blogspot.com/"> Dusty & Arin</a> have tried several times, and they've even gotten one of the secret ingredients from the owner of a Malaysian restaurant in Atlanta, but I don't think they've been able to recreate it yet. So, as simple as this little ditty is, it's a rare treat for us to eat. The Laut did not disappoint!<br /><br />Chicken satay<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1crXIQOhgFrLqkux-i8Di7f7DGumG-hDVOScSby6m-nAnl0BiumFTdi-hGIn21OxJkontKoz6Y7GWRLuKv0zzjyYlo4qCBCy0lCjY09wWziU7LOcZoe6Y4PAGYP-zMKM-J4_nqxn_pM/s1600/IMG_6620.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1crXIQOhgFrLqkux-i8Di7f7DGumG-hDVOScSby6m-nAnl0BiumFTdi-hGIn21OxJkontKoz6Y7GWRLuKv0zzjyYlo4qCBCy0lCjY09wWziU7LOcZoe6Y4PAGYP-zMKM-J4_nqxn_pM/s320/IMG_6620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607692596076299922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7yHg0Cna9vYNkHom8kfsjtYsnqE37T7IIyxZs7tMw9Md2x-Efbyxv9gd2jIgT4mTvX4V7HWM6FfsRk-nP412mFiUJPFvsHFXitCI1bZ6dlEqBEL8drLoXdMPuHP8MgY2vlll60pwaFEA/s1600/IMG_6625.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7yHg0Cna9vYNkHom8kfsjtYsnqE37T7IIyxZs7tMw9Md2x-Efbyxv9gd2jIgT4mTvX4V7HWM6FfsRk-nP412mFiUJPFvsHFXitCI1bZ6dlEqBEL8drLoXdMPuHP8MgY2vlll60pwaFEA/s320/IMG_6625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607692603681423410" /></a>Every other time we've eaten it, we've had the peanut sauce on the side. They lathered it right on the chicken. Delicious!<br /><br />And instead of a mint at the end of the meal, they gave us a piece of ginger candy. This was like a sticky burning delicious fire in my mouth. Not sure how else to describe it. It was a bit spicy but was pretty good.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYcD1n4zmL8VugcFbiCuhLJ5SAHJNei6ztbbq6OYW02GIFWzfzeXpNv4dcSd1I_hSUXFNhxGoGS_x9qOuVeasyN31jJsfG236coDpX4igGYPu2jAEQahYRd774Gs74P6lQ8Ls14ekUYgI/s1600/IMG_6626.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYcD1n4zmL8VugcFbiCuhLJ5SAHJNei6ztbbq6OYW02GIFWzfzeXpNv4dcSd1I_hSUXFNhxGoGS_x9qOuVeasyN31jJsfG236coDpX4igGYPu2jAEQahYRd774Gs74P6lQ8Ls14ekUYgI/s320/IMG_6626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607695937478198290" /></a><br /><br />After dinner, Jared and I walked around Union Square Park.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YV69k1yS9wI7WIlmKwEq9KkVwnqLqiAH4xxi8j3opciIOO5jFEIYJSg8gSLMe7sPTFjkgwU0l8EwxaGCtItRvtjv_5O4WwfDAZoUpHXNEDsQznamWJq0Gt-R0ERn_jQY4CZf04dxsks/s1600/IMG_6632.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YV69k1yS9wI7WIlmKwEq9KkVwnqLqiAH4xxi8j3opciIOO5jFEIYJSg8gSLMe7sPTFjkgwU0l8EwxaGCtItRvtjv_5O4WwfDAZoUpHXNEDsQznamWJq0Gt-R0ERn_jQY4CZf04dxsks/s320/IMG_6632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607695950774168562" /></a><br />We saw Ghandi going for a walk, Andy Warhol doing some shopping, and George Washington riding a horse.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgQBi0eLNYTozfVJ5shW1Ku1_fdQMBxITRS5mS0kmjPqnqSFnSMRB11vim0PBVtrPSIN7SzjzAhbgXyFLCxEE6lJKVb0lrBLFW2AQ2iA_3Mxk-sndm8AT_8FDbqvGg6x4SF48UE0J_hE/s1600/IMG_6628.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgQBi0eLNYTozfVJ5shW1Ku1_fdQMBxITRS5mS0kmjPqnqSFnSMRB11vim0PBVtrPSIN7SzjzAhbgXyFLCxEE6lJKVb0lrBLFW2AQ2iA_3Mxk-sndm8AT_8FDbqvGg6x4SF48UE0J_hE/s320/IMG_6628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607695948045732818" /></a><br /><br />Red church doors were everywhere. Loved them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgecOrsXBLq0PFt4sU7nx5EB5VzIDs1qmMDF8P7MhpzbcpC2DmAgZneiaBVrTcUJikW_bInkx4s7_RiS26Sg_Dkhcn6I1hz8lxhvBdUNIWvueH5vogxiL8S-OExgbyRUrWvWP87Qk8-77U/s1600/IMG_6616.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgecOrsXBLq0PFt4sU7nx5EB5VzIDs1qmMDF8P7MhpzbcpC2DmAgZneiaBVrTcUJikW_bInkx4s7_RiS26Sg_Dkhcn6I1hz8lxhvBdUNIWvueH5vogxiL8S-OExgbyRUrWvWP87Qk8-77U/s320/IMG_6616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607691526172421026" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA7lHzT-Sp04qrLmULEHCTQgNjPqzrPzCmEGBINFdcejE37Hl7z46tFtX0S_03f-axpMrcOUMhGNB40mLJvzSJYT3K-Vq2gZC9noE3oooQ6GtxQCJSJ8TulYa15bkddLe0_KdSslrvIi4/s1600/IMG_6634.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA7lHzT-Sp04qrLmULEHCTQgNjPqzrPzCmEGBINFdcejE37Hl7z46tFtX0S_03f-axpMrcOUMhGNB40mLJvzSJYT3K-Vq2gZC9noE3oooQ6GtxQCJSJ8TulYa15bkddLe0_KdSslrvIi4/s320/IMG_6634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607699244316771746" /></a><br /><br />Random cute side street. So charming.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxhjgM6V4LLWmv64H5RL-51GI-nSXg0jBxrWXvRA-VGfCA58T1oizT4sXWq0yKHgjGwLaXDcNKT8LiH7RvzSFTadZ6WK7jZ2bN3-5dw8C-_Qg8B32baMIPnvO7fiicqnNMfEUFI5mYGA/s1600/IMG_6635.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxhjgM6V4LLWmv64H5RL-51GI-nSXg0jBxrWXvRA-VGfCA58T1oizT4sXWq0yKHgjGwLaXDcNKT8LiH7RvzSFTadZ6WK7jZ2bN3-5dw8C-_Qg8B32baMIPnvO7fiicqnNMfEUFI5mYGA/s320/IMG_6635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607699250560646450" /></a><br /><br />As Jared and I walked around the city we kept asking each other, "How much do you think an apartment in that building costs?" I looked this one up on <a href="http://zillow.com">Zillow </a>. It was built in 1898 and isn't currently on the market but has an estimated value of $3.98 Million. Whoa.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpIpPk00s7mHg4Gc-U9uytXEaVAyvv8knKLUzT1EEHwIm9p3-ukcuSbIkyzSSL2cMWwcXnZ_7W9Yo3TOeyLsp_g4t1ikbAcLdklXwbLNC16qOJ4rvQJzc0vR7DoOKVwIIGC6Oc9ufpj_4/s1600/IMG_6637.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpIpPk00s7mHg4Gc-U9uytXEaVAyvv8knKLUzT1EEHwIm9p3-ukcuSbIkyzSSL2cMWwcXnZ_7W9Yo3TOeyLsp_g4t1ikbAcLdklXwbLNC16qOJ4rvQJzc0vR7DoOKVwIIGC6Oc9ufpj_4/s320/IMG_6637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607699256261559058" /></a><br /><br />Empire State Building! We planned to go there on Sunday or Monday but it was rainy and foggy both days so we knew we wouldn't be able to see anything from up there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3a3pdNtdNkWVxF874cgfRj3Qv6goR92a8uXrou5sxAZZLWmmbBy86UA5u6iZE3lcq7OdJ_PQM3IkSV8dTwdPoLWRouBkaFVqicvDj2RIUQWXHErr4WvVqHmpvXSIPHAvFQzUom5L9zo/s1600/IMG_6613.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3a3pdNtdNkWVxF874cgfRj3Qv6goR92a8uXrou5sxAZZLWmmbBy86UA5u6iZE3lcq7OdJ_PQM3IkSV8dTwdPoLWRouBkaFVqicvDj2RIUQWXHErr4WvVqHmpvXSIPHAvFQzUom5L9zo/s320/IMG_6613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607691522709410610" /></a><br /><br />Spikes on some stairs near our hotel. Not how we say "Welcome" in the South!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXkQF9YmYXcGThvSJaGEt0fH4XrlayPY1YpQ8EefY2eXYEixf1Szn1YRecun4ZL3MXzx2dJgqY1kpxamKVCYtjQglIeT_fkEfavPMkj3IjyUYfj-z0yWYkTYLdf7-NgcfvGtlLjyA7TIg/s1600/IMG_6640.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXkQF9YmYXcGThvSJaGEt0fH4XrlayPY1YpQ8EefY2eXYEixf1Szn1YRecun4ZL3MXzx2dJgqY1kpxamKVCYtjQglIeT_fkEfavPMkj3IjyUYfj-z0yWYkTYLdf7-NgcfvGtlLjyA7TIg/s320/IMG_6640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607700257109167570" /></a><br /><br />Monks in sneaks and flops... not something you see too often. Unless you're in New York City. I saw monks at the hotel, monks at the Statue of Liberty eating burgers, and several other places around town. Must have been a convention.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO37bq5o4t04rFBHl_5Pt2u9gw_XmrtGWW8uCFtuacHgEO1b_wYx2sHFL2GtyqSY5xqxPByWiw1DWgnJdyjgmWjhO8Fkk-tDo35YvlVpx8U5tSH_XnxqQkPQr2lPIXPpjXLhFleHvrrXE/s1600/IMG_6641.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO37bq5o4t04rFBHl_5Pt2u9gw_XmrtGWW8uCFtuacHgEO1b_wYx2sHFL2GtyqSY5xqxPByWiw1DWgnJdyjgmWjhO8Fkk-tDo35YvlVpx8U5tSH_XnxqQkPQr2lPIXPpjXLhFleHvrrXE/s320/IMG_6641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607700262515860290" /></a><br /><br />Thus concludes the first day of our trip. I will try to get the rest up tomorrow!Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-71265475267851729712011-04-14T14:33:00.002-04:002011-04-14T15:10:29.808-04:00Shower RecipesLast month when I <a href="http://therollinsworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/mandys-getting-married.html">threw a shower for Mandy</a>, I had several requests for some of the recipes. It's taken me a month, but I'm finally getting around to it, thanks to a reminder from <a href="http://magnoliablossom.wordpress.com/">Becky</a>. I didn't really measure anything, just threw it all together, but don't think that I'm one of those cooks who can just whip things up like that. These are probably the only things that I make without measuring. Everything else, I need a recipe in front of me!<br /><br />I believe Becky's favorite was the <span style="font-weight:bold;">chicken salad croissants</span>. I like my chicken salad to be sweet, with a little fruity flavor. Boil some chicken breasts (one pack from my Publix has 3 breasts in it) with some garlic (a good sized clove or two small cloves) and onions (half of one onion, diced or sliced -- however you can do it and not cry). This gives it lots of flavor and keeps it moist. I tend to overcook my meat because I'm always scared I'm not going to cook it enough and will then get my whole family sick. So I let it boil for a good 30 minutes or so. When it's done, I pour out the hot water and let cold water run on it for a bit to help cool it off. Let it soak in some cool water, then when the chicken is cold enough to handle, shred it. I usually start tearing it with two forks, but usually end up using my hands as it seems to be quicker. And now for the actual ingredients... Mayonnaise and sour cream (about 1/3 C. each); a stalk or two of celery, cut in half lengthwise, then diced up into small pices; grapes, cut into halves or fourths, about 1/3 - 1/2 C; about 1 tsp. of cinnamon; and maybe a Tbsp. of sugar. I'm really just guessing on the amounts. Just use whatever amount looks good and makes the concoction nice and moist and sweet and a bit fruity. I've used apples and pears in place of or in addition to the grapes and it's always been delicious with that little bite of sweet in there. In my opinion, the fruit is what sets the chicken salad apart from some of the others that are bland and, in my opinion, gross. After much taste testing along the way, spoon the mixture onto sliced croissants.<br /><br />The other recipe that was a hit from the shower was the <span style="font-weight:bold;">Monte Cristo Quesedilla. </span> Seriously, I could eat this every day. Combine equal parts (1 Tbsp-ish) of honey, strawberry preserves, and dijon mustard. I'm usually not a fan of dijon. I'm more of a plain yellow mustard kind of gal. But the dijon with the whole kernals just works in this recipe. It gives it just a little bite, but the honey and the preserves tame down that kick of flavor that I usually can't stand. Spread some of the combined delicousness on a tortilla. Layer one slice of turkey and ham lunch meats, then a slice of cheese. I used American-Swiss for the shower, but have also done it with provolone and it's equally delicious. Then fold in half and heat in a skillet with melted butter. Flip halfway so that the cheese gets melty and the tortilla gets golden brown. Or if you have a fancy quesedilla maker like Mandy received at her shower, it'll make it much easier for you! Let it cool a little before you slice it, else all the goodness of the cheese and the spread will ooze out.<br /><br />I used a sandwich my friend made for me as inspiration. Construct it the same way, using bread instead of the tortilla. Then dunk the sandwich in a french toast type of batter (eggs and milk) and cook. Sprinkle with powdered sugar. Yum.<br /><br />Let me know if you make them and how they turn out. I love baby/bridal shower foods. They're probably some of my favorites!Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-11740134675356087422011-03-20T16:12:00.004-04:002011-03-20T19:07:10.992-04:00The Bug[Weak Stomach Alert! Don't read this post if you have a weak stomach!]<br /><br />I thought we were extra lucky because we had managed to avoid all of the nasty bugs that went around this winter. We had a few colds between the four of us, but nothing too major. Until a few days ago...<br /><br />Friday at lunchtime Naomi didn't want to eat and I shortly figured out why. She had an upset tummy and lost her breakfast. I thought it was just the biscuits and gravy that didn't agree with her stomach, because she acted completely fine afterwards. She continued to expel any and all food/drink from her stomach throughout the afternoon, but was acting completely normal so I just assumed it was the food she ate that her little tummy couldn't handle. By the time Jared got home from work, her stomach had settled down and she ate her dinner fine.<br /><br />Saturday morning was uneventful, all seemed well, so we headed up to the church picnic. We had a blast, even though our Home Bible Study's volleyball team didn't win the tournament (I'm not bitter!) and my chili didn't win the cook-off (though I did win it back in 2008! Still like bragging about that:).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2Z_hMYCXMhu_Jqf9FHtTbRg0eRfZcSNz3cT6VamrgPBNs5CGUan-I9Xrlb2qpfXQ-RIeLUiC6zPInhew9EWzOlophrghCbyWQMLikP_oKbAkVB0csukdXR2Kkq2Qt3aY89WuSf5j64E/s1600/IMG_6013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2Z_hMYCXMhu_Jqf9FHtTbRg0eRfZcSNz3cT6VamrgPBNs5CGUan-I9Xrlb2qpfXQ-RIeLUiC6zPInhew9EWzOlophrghCbyWQMLikP_oKbAkVB0csukdXR2Kkq2Qt3aY89WuSf5j64E/s320/IMG_6013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586295770329125682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Naomi playing at the picnic</div><br />After lunch and playing three volleyball games in the hot sun, we headed home and all rested for a bit. I felt crummy with a headache and nausea and spent most of the afternoon on the couch. Before bed Charlotte told me her tummy hurt. She always has an ailment of some sort or another (at least in her head), so I didn't think much of it. But after about 5 minutes of being in bed, she opened her bedroom door and told me she didn't feel good. Then she puked. I rushed her to the bathroom and avoided a huge mess to clean. I hoped that was the end of it and put her back to bed, but she started crying a little while later because she had thrown up in bed. :( So I piled some blankets on the floor in our bedroom for her to sleep in there for the night. But there wasn't much sleeping that went on because she got sick several times throughout the night. Around 4:00 her stomach settled enough for her to sleep till 8:30. She was absolutely pitiful through the night. "Mommy, I don't want to feel sick any more. Can you make me feel better?" Oh, it broke my heart :( On top of that, I was feeling the worst I have in a long time. You know that feeling you have about a minute before you throw up? I had that all night long. Not fun.<div><br /></div><div>Charlotte threw up once after breakfast but has since seemed okay. Unfortunately, the bug has passed on to Jared and he's been feeling rotten all day. I've felt better today, but I think made the mistake of eating too much too soon and now I'm feeling crummy again. At least the girls seem to be feeling better. It's easier to wallow in your own misery when you don't have to take care of sick little ones too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0dSuFqjG4thk7ps4N13SsiUqqDAUERsQj9ouXLSIpdpjXscJHT0pPtnlKspb3G01rZ22Wy49ordxZiopiUHaOCBB4HuXysRi09B_N4kXIDYwZd2FjwzQVA3U1MFnMUuCDIhosM2UvhW0/s1600/IMG_6023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0dSuFqjG4thk7ps4N13SsiUqqDAUERsQj9ouXLSIpdpjXscJHT0pPtnlKspb3G01rZ22Wy49ordxZiopiUHaOCBB4HuXysRi09B_N4kXIDYwZd2FjwzQVA3U1MFnMUuCDIhosM2UvhW0/s320/IMG_6023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586296021443436098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Naomi crawled onto the couch to give Charlotte a hug. The random hugs they give each other melt my heart.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpcrECSXgN1OnwaXAkti1qq_h7Ko-DesizS51EdXEeKU1enoil12ltQRzoIM676Hj7B_G7_6iWOiZNmfmq3VcLsXS7AJLP0x3aTSUKfr3Z5IPbOP-elkJNRW386dpEWnUdhcJVopQ6r8/s1600/IMG_6021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpcrECSXgN1OnwaXAkti1qq_h7Ko-DesizS51EdXEeKU1enoil12ltQRzoIM676Hj7B_G7_6iWOiZNmfmq3VcLsXS7AJLP0x3aTSUKfr3Z5IPbOP-elkJNRW386dpEWnUdhcJVopQ6r8/s320/IMG_6021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586295782120636850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Charlotte fell asleep on the living room floor this afternoon</div><br /><br /></div>Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-77135094896490330492011-03-16T20:13:00.002-04:002011-03-18T17:17:10.426-04:00Mandy's Getting Married!My sweet cousin, Mandy, is getting married and we've spent a few weekends celebrating together before the wedding. It's been a blast. The festivities began with a bridal shower I hosted a few weekends ago.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxmGmjftCoTquJy8uYC4scZo5nHND3jet5HWHXwyWfklP6KXwtLdGwAsTTC1DCrAIm0mqLB-krv-uDWL4diY-xOGa1oFi0QnEafMqC4cq9n1fOxnTpUhz2BoE2N99D6chj1FVmvj7qLw0/s1600/IMG_5797.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxmGmjftCoTquJy8uYC4scZo5nHND3jet5HWHXwyWfklP6KXwtLdGwAsTTC1DCrAIm0mqLB-krv-uDWL4diY-xOGa1oFi0QnEafMqC4cq9n1fOxnTpUhz2BoE2N99D6chj1FVmvj7qLw0/s320/IMG_5797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585055183096549762" /></a>Here's the spread... Mixed greens with strawberries, almonds and creamy poppy seed dressing, chicken satay with peanut sauce, Monte Cristo quesedillas with sour cream, chicken salad croissants, veggies, strawberries & grapes, punch, and cupcakes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-zQz3OF9b8O1hyphenhyphenE2VWW5KEn9XXC1WQ12kQ7daXVkgYppS44NzjZPygmIDCUYg5U94lFWr3YxAm-70LYNXRe1wnTRZqLA9ba3ycSj7UgL61NHGYMy3xxFWPOZqxb96fNhFx0Q9tDNwhNI/s1600/IMG_5798.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-zQz3OF9b8O1hyphenhyphenE2VWW5KEn9XXC1WQ12kQ7daXVkgYppS44NzjZPygmIDCUYg5U94lFWr3YxAm-70LYNXRe1wnTRZqLA9ba3ycSj7UgL61NHGYMy3xxFWPOZqxb96fNhFx0Q9tDNwhNI/s320/IMG_5798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585055189244406482" /></a>And some of the decorations. Tissue paper pom poms a la Martha Stewart. (Horrible lighting, sorry about that)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixAHNqrqBy5gy8fZYAhifh88BiQ-WDUKWlNHQxoYVrVEApoi1-wlIZYrcJ6zeBtgFwSd6uzmiEgry8YnyXk85uCeMOE2yT6RKriU4lBPW09jYocW2cwRfOGjZ_bMIzML9lOTLDXHWiJs8/s1600/IMG_5826.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixAHNqrqBy5gy8fZYAhifh88BiQ-WDUKWlNHQxoYVrVEApoi1-wlIZYrcJ6zeBtgFwSd6uzmiEgry8YnyXk85uCeMOE2yT6RKriU4lBPW09jYocW2cwRfOGjZ_bMIzML9lOTLDXHWiJs8/s320/IMG_5826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585056595314073762" /></a>"Soon to be Mrs. Scott" banner<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf10l512_fs5bgWT19VbkW9Aqqu5VUzLVEh3TBGQCvsgM2mEe9adG0S-HoyY0Nh0aezKDyXX6e9XoHWE2GvWBruhABz1abH3SMfaCziIZ-O8xnDHWjHnVtlWZBoVQRN_jR6Yb_btfAAxM/s1600/IMG_5802.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf10l512_fs5bgWT19VbkW9Aqqu5VUzLVEh3TBGQCvsgM2mEe9adG0S-HoyY0Nh0aezKDyXX6e9XoHWE2GvWBruhABz1abH3SMfaCziIZ-O8xnDHWjHnVtlWZBoVQRN_jR6Yb_btfAAxM/s320/IMG_5802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585055198029584130" /></a>Mandy opening some gifts<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-vgQg6a9ZweCsWf0nCIRbgF4GycXCRtSc3QQ62O7UI1EATnv5umbL-XsPkwqMADgP_mdVStMYj8p6Y_aR5-VGlmVE2HLwhvGNFAOOGZ7PbaRgIU_6kvDl05lq7SKt9OZn8xwRIk6i6o/s1600/IMG_5815.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-vgQg6a9ZweCsWf0nCIRbgF4GycXCRtSc3QQ62O7UI1EATnv5umbL-XsPkwqMADgP_mdVStMYj8p6Y_aR5-VGlmVE2HLwhvGNFAOOGZ7PbaRgIU_6kvDl05lq7SKt9OZn8xwRIk6i6o/s320/IMG_5815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585056584697563842" /></a>I printed the RSVP cards on 5x7 index cards and designed them as postcards. The front said, "Mandy loves to cook/So give her a recipe from your book/Breakfast, lunch or dinner for two/When she cooks it, she will think of you!" I also put a note not to say anything about the recipe collection to her so that it would be a surprise. And on the back were the lines for the guests to write their favorite recipe. I bought a plain blue scrapbook album from Hobby Lobby (50% off!), and found an antique handkerchief with pretty crocheting along the edge and a fork and spoon from an antique store. I used a hammer to flatten the fork and spoon, and put them on top of the folded up hankie, and used wire to attach them to the album (through a hole that I drilled... yeah, I use power tools. I'm cool like that). The inside of the album was very plain, with just one or two recipes per page and some cute kitchen-y stickers. It was simple but turned out really cute (or so I think), and I think Mandy really liked it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzZj1nyJ57RGwgxlAQvU08JOBT6M97dypJQDIceWRzv8F0Zo6zI_Dv_5sgDrnjD-R5hn_k9BmsCvLBUxtyr_h62RPB37cWFgoDppm12MSCXz8eEBXUFb9DaoSg94l4wEWR3MRbtudsD4/s1600/IMG_5816.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzZj1nyJ57RGwgxlAQvU08JOBT6M97dypJQDIceWRzv8F0Zo6zI_Dv_5sgDrnjD-R5hn_k9BmsCvLBUxtyr_h62RPB37cWFgoDppm12MSCXz8eEBXUFb9DaoSg94l4wEWR3MRbtudsD4/s320/IMG_5816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585056587065999538" /></a>Mandy's Nana, her mom (Aunt Diane), and her mother-in-law to-be<br /><br />As per tradition with my friends, whenever one of us gets married, we spend a weekend down at Disney. We did it before my and Shannon's weddings so I knew it wouldn't be much of a surprise for Mandy to see this sign...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IKsDeVdDjLgqkh27_fJ0FB_dAjKK9vdw_tbOMpiqiab75nok2tuEHLwbC-zz7RRp1MOzhfckQJUIIOkm-zogX37PIiEF0nLxpNufhllEZX_7IvZjJlIk_Qs2G0buIZOGrNaKc9sraW8/s1600/IMG_5844.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IKsDeVdDjLgqkh27_fJ0FB_dAjKK9vdw_tbOMpiqiab75nok2tuEHLwbC-zz7RRp1MOzhfckQJUIIOkm-zogX37PIiEF0nLxpNufhllEZX_7IvZjJlIk_Qs2G0buIZOGrNaKc9sraW8/s320/IMG_5844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585510091769012450" /></a>But we didn't give her any details about the weekend so there were still some surprises.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_0mMv23TXGdfufYEAxxHfqe3dPEwowua-9ALFAecoCZPP-p0dnmEDGVnyKEfimJQL2f2_Hdx5gYnR0tybRV-Ofp0H-KJljPuahpmD6QRhvIIFYbM4ucNfLHB-R46ptiOFz2IKmgYVVU/s1600/IMG_5846.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_0mMv23TXGdfufYEAxxHfqe3dPEwowua-9ALFAecoCZPP-p0dnmEDGVnyKEfimJQL2f2_Hdx5gYnR0tybRV-Ofp0H-KJljPuahpmD6QRhvIIFYbM4ucNfLHB-R46ptiOFz2IKmgYVVU/s320/IMG_5846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585510093970136466" /></a>She didn't know we'd be eating at <a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/dining/the-wave-restaurant/">The Wave of American Flavors</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvEtWU6tJrMM0EwuHMiscv0eeFIRIoVYAOS-46mS_2dMofVBaPK1mUisY6KNGfrCRNDz0MP_dHOZChY2xpJOUApfbdPWcT3awn3WQJ-BTFZ28dy_YgKW4QDlN5fE-UrqmBDThkHnYXdc/s1600/IMG_5883.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvEtWU6tJrMM0EwuHMiscv0eeFIRIoVYAOS-46mS_2dMofVBaPK1mUisY6KNGfrCRNDz0MP_dHOZChY2xpJOUApfbdPWcT3awn3WQJ-BTFZ28dy_YgKW4QDlN5fE-UrqmBDThkHnYXdc/s320/IMG_5883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585510101847599314" /></a>And she didn't know that we'd be busting a move to the Wii Just Dance 2 back in the hotel room. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UmpJN0iN7YEFPnObtb5RqEJQmhQ49N3Bw7V9IAXweeu2IUlPYgRHgp4leR_NXLR1FY3QqWjqjeQUKI4YracOI13AbTNGPpJfwadOMWRvCqhLOBpWx79KZ7xG_WtfEyQQRe5LlJ000YY/s1600/IMG_5891.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UmpJN0iN7YEFPnObtb5RqEJQmhQ49N3Bw7V9IAXweeu2IUlPYgRHgp4leR_NXLR1FY3QqWjqjeQUKI4YracOI13AbTNGPpJfwadOMWRvCqhLOBpWx79KZ7xG_WtfEyQQRe5LlJ000YY/s320/IMG_5891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585512261670340962" /></a>Mandy has dancing skills.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJ9hysZwkF9Li7WfV_rKNMxoji8XRwj1y1A1M0SwHv6DltfcQJYVIeXQre3viFGWR4xXPMAyfPSw2H6_uivaxb3d7MCuS0WGOPhmOE_4tqcr6i3ELuDpK9PTcCypMKcwR7BNoj82hcIU/s1600/IMG_5894.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJ9hysZwkF9Li7WfV_rKNMxoji8XRwj1y1A1M0SwHv6DltfcQJYVIeXQre3viFGWR4xXPMAyfPSw2H6_uivaxb3d7MCuS0WGOPhmOE_4tqcr6i3ELuDpK9PTcCypMKcwR7BNoj82hcIU/s320/IMG_5894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585512268553846850" /></a>Me? I don't have dancing skills, but I have lots of fun!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcduYCs_yHN6-rw1oYZDzZZaAtCkPqvVp0r36nsP3k1tYn_g8sGX3m9lZ78CploWuXd-x2JZi_v5ohduf0P5UwrL3qKmLl-riUjuS3eK0DAmGBZePHxvp5u5MwVNZf-kdalyyLEX2iPk/s1600/IMG_5918.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcduYCs_yHN6-rw1oYZDzZZaAtCkPqvVp0r36nsP3k1tYn_g8sGX3m9lZ78CploWuXd-x2JZi_v5ohduf0P5UwrL3qKmLl-riUjuS3eK0DAmGBZePHxvp5u5MwVNZf-kdalyyLEX2iPk/s320/IMG_5918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585512274494187698" /></a>Kristina shaking her boo-tay!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsk7008K3IIKJ7fAEFGubgMwVXuYF4eDjtMhPePedwqwPcjoS18SqcLrE4OPotVGJgwFJWskm5JalvG9YIkz6LP2WakBHEP84Gye5_2krXu4aCeTQJgO9d6krv5qzI2C0NLr7mdXGvW9A/s1600/IMG_5904.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsk7008K3IIKJ7fAEFGubgMwVXuYF4eDjtMhPePedwqwPcjoS18SqcLrE4OPotVGJgwFJWskm5JalvG9YIkz6LP2WakBHEP84Gye5_2krXu4aCeTQJgO9d6krv5qzI2C0NLr7mdXGvW9A/s320/IMG_5904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585525111098308834" /></a>Danielle... Not really sure what to say about this one other than she was REALLY excited about something!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOxZ3sGhm11tAhxWRgkVq7Ibi2wwzyMZjDvI_6A6gWdQtxhrGGX53d9Ia_Wgd7pGU6Iv-cPtrDi0OTUk-HOwWBefKrjbIqToozqZDpJEy1aiuQnnUsQXXWRFxh8Lt7u7Uv5EwYcU96e8/s1600/IMG_5889.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOxZ3sGhm11tAhxWRgkVq7Ibi2wwzyMZjDvI_6A6gWdQtxhrGGX53d9Ia_Wgd7pGU6Iv-cPtrDi0OTUk-HOwWBefKrjbIqToozqZDpJEy1aiuQnnUsQXXWRFxh8Lt7u7Uv5EwYcU96e8/s320/IMG_5889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585514039875380306" /></a><a href="http://shannon-faye.blogspot.com">Shannon </a>takes her dance moves very seriously.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcQ_z95dOc31RPw-nhTaMkbApE3cWMZqs1LWwKSkTNlfLx5Iiasj4ONIjfGJAvuYrOLCcpCcLAvZrDkXsxN3FIJy-xcS7iX5anJ9-S3dLeeq-Mnlfb37CgA1o9wAfMGzH9nTXWZgjAc9Q/s1600/IMG_5925.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcQ_z95dOc31RPw-nhTaMkbApE3cWMZqs1LWwKSkTNlfLx5Iiasj4ONIjfGJAvuYrOLCcpCcLAvZrDkXsxN3FIJy-xcS7iX5anJ9-S3dLeeq-Mnlfb37CgA1o9wAfMGzH9nTXWZgjAc9Q/s320/IMG_5925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585514044325588002" /></a>We made Mandy get dressed blindfolded. Only she had to get dressed in underclothes. Over her clothes. She'd wring my neck if I showed the rest of the pictures from this game.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0CuHwO6etdAt9tmKmUOM0fKNTQrnzFUoRRgAp-_P0e8PijOaXCCuD10ASw757tJ6qszdhSuj3mI4Qp-KR5zbILqAhuQgrTLebEaGzMYQt3Wv4aegxej-xTGSbiFugNYCV7PCTSrJ6fY/s1600/IMG_5942.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0CuHwO6etdAt9tmKmUOM0fKNTQrnzFUoRRgAp-_P0e8PijOaXCCuD10ASw757tJ6qszdhSuj3mI4Qp-KR5zbILqAhuQgrTLebEaGzMYQt3Wv4aegxej-xTGSbiFugNYCV7PCTSrJ6fY/s320/IMG_5942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585514051715146626" /></a>This was the view right outside our hotel room. We stayed at <a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/resorts/port-orleans-resort-riverside/">Port Orleans Riverside</a> and it was beautiful!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__NM0yK_I_ks1Jfgt95iDWU94MFR2W2dSP5yQXMCG_emaiMyHkcDXVnuhn_rx7ztACqqytihE8Ism_6RyKtmdQQ9Caw6cM6nlicgBcez32l1ka2HhdnXVJ7LKepXe-OCjwXEF-Mq5Iq4/s1600/IMG_5986.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__NM0yK_I_ks1Jfgt95iDWU94MFR2W2dSP5yQXMCG_emaiMyHkcDXVnuhn_rx7ztACqqytihE8Ism_6RyKtmdQQ9Caw6cM6nlicgBcez32l1ka2HhdnXVJ7LKepXe-OCjwXEF-Mq5Iq4/s320/IMG_5986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585514724588382290" /></a>Our whole group: Shannon, Danielle, Mandy, Kristina, and me. On Saturday night we had dinner at <a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/dining/kouzzina/">Kouzzina</a>, one of Cat Cora's delicious restaurants. The meal was amazing!<br /><br />I absolutely love these girls and it was great to spend some time with them. We hardly see each other any more, so a whole weekend together was fantastic!Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-59547606376150582402011-03-04T13:48:00.003-05:002011-03-04T14:37:12.525-05:00What's HappeningOnce again, it's been forever since an update. Rather than trying to fill you in on everything that's happened, I'll give you the short version:<br /><br />Christmas, Jesus, presents, church, our tenure as nursery coordinators ended (can I get an "Amen! Hallelujah!"), girls growing big, lots of fun, seeing family, times of pulling hair out with attitude of a three-year-old and stubbornness of a one-year-old, Charlotte's talking our ears off, Naomi's not talking with words but saying so much with her expressions. Yup, that about sums it up. Now, on to some pictures...<br /><br />Charlotte loves to play dress up. This picture of her wearing Ariel's wedding dress makes me want to cry because I know one day she will be wearing a real wedding dress and my heart can't handle that thought right now.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWXpVdcZN1xmj-24R1UztAJDTIUSjBWqQa0yXKkcz415vU73xLd319WYfjuo4lI7JHhJioeXx5KJ__jzukm6AVGfLH-lOVCCiKuOFA4QOHGf6lXiWyGmHdHN2g26SEEIgRcysyWopJw8/s1600/IMG_5764.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWXpVdcZN1xmj-24R1UztAJDTIUSjBWqQa0yXKkcz415vU73xLd319WYfjuo4lI7JHhJioeXx5KJ__jzukm6AVGfLH-lOVCCiKuOFA4QOHGf6lXiWyGmHdHN2g26SEEIgRcysyWopJw8/s320/IMG_5764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580302434740748546" /></a><br />Naomi is getting lots of personality of her own! She's not as strong-willed as Charlotte but still has a streak of stubborn running through her. She likes to dress up, but usually favors a particular tutu with a matching headband. When she wears it, she twirls and dances and it's just about the cutest thing ever. I'll try to get the video uploaded soon.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOIl-Xr_v5YGCEeJnmTnS9jaNduSTGUDklVGsX1cGxgpGfNsAb9vua0GRg79387P6rIdqiiRqxnOmWYa4nzx9hSRGRMR3EDhExFtOLu74dUa_IQaR75Xm4aD-z346rcKj8lORNcdCnxw/s1600/IMG_5749.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOIl-Xr_v5YGCEeJnmTnS9jaNduSTGUDklVGsX1cGxgpGfNsAb9vua0GRg79387P6rIdqiiRqxnOmWYa4nzx9hSRGRMR3EDhExFtOLu74dUa_IQaR75Xm4aD-z346rcKj8lORNcdCnxw/s320/IMG_5749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580302429945432114" /></a><br />We took a trip to Hollywood Studios last week so we've now officially been to all of the parks with our weekday passes. We didn't get to do everything there that we wanted so we'll definitely be going back.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdsZC2_eY8LiD8G2r-hXan0O4Q1-bhoy6AhbzbfmKgGv_S6STsuG02YasSwqp0jJKNunB04_ac0GvavDN65GTvlEsFuZ5FG_tgHlJEU-arc7YnrcLCN2olehdTnhlBe8BginK7LGLu9s/s1600/IMG_5729.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdsZC2_eY8LiD8G2r-hXan0O4Q1-bhoy6AhbzbfmKgGv_S6STsuG02YasSwqp0jJKNunB04_ac0GvavDN65GTvlEsFuZ5FG_tgHlJEU-arc7YnrcLCN2olehdTnhlBe8BginK7LGLu9s/s320/IMG_5729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580302383662024226" /></a><br />Naomi and I had fun hanging out in the "Honey I Shrunk the Kids" play area<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8w4_Ib2SWUKYoTc0UM1iiRQgcucXyYSMyVdMLXFgQ8VZY6ydCeT8Mu7YeatUr3iCNnZUkUD6oyo3jfVCs6ZYkjSjZ8h8mHfulyVWmdBczn1kXhq2vV1BY1UGjZcJtfiK9NoA520du5yY/s1600/IMG_5728.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8w4_Ib2SWUKYoTc0UM1iiRQgcucXyYSMyVdMLXFgQ8VZY6ydCeT8Mu7YeatUr3iCNnZUkUD6oyo3jfVCs6ZYkjSjZ8h8mHfulyVWmdBczn1kXhq2vV1BY1UGjZcJtfiK9NoA520du5yY/s320/IMG_5728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580301481366212594" /></a><br />Ella, Anson & Charlotte enjoying an ice cream break. The weather was just about perfect the day we went. In the 70s with a breeze almost the entire day. We're enjoying the Spring weather while we have it because we know it won't last long here! Soon it'll be 90s and above with lots of humidity!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkeLL3KlhtB7hGuud4Mns_jiy4Xf4JbcaiiKGNVDWuoSv3_YEEzsm0Ru0GCdiAxgq3IrCmW4V0B1e1CM_PwdiPpmCqJ7Kn_NhCTOeBiJJ-St8TCjPw29j6ug6k3rwNv3KsvRX57i1jPI/s1600/IMG_5702.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkeLL3KlhtB7hGuud4Mns_jiy4Xf4JbcaiiKGNVDWuoSv3_YEEzsm0Ru0GCdiAxgq3IrCmW4V0B1e1CM_PwdiPpmCqJ7Kn_NhCTOeBiJJ-St8TCjPw29j6ug6k3rwNv3KsvRX57i1jPI/s320/IMG_5702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580301477372851826" /></a><br />We stopped to see Sully & Mike from Monsters, Inc. The kids all ran straight for Sully and all gave him a big hug.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wPX-ywkM4AyQrRVQm0FxWphNsUMIoW0fuLAtt0f2-VPYcsw83HDEA3PRL_CwewJfuUz0tXLlAVcR9J6wgZoj9n07smovcCvK3cOiWnVmnb9YRnUJdQmduYUAgGpTGu2cwpOXEIY9A58/s1600/IMG_5683.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wPX-ywkM4AyQrRVQm0FxWphNsUMIoW0fuLAtt0f2-VPYcsw83HDEA3PRL_CwewJfuUz0tXLlAVcR9J6wgZoj9n07smovcCvK3cOiWnVmnb9YRnUJdQmduYUAgGpTGu2cwpOXEIY9A58/s320/IMG_5683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580301470203427762" /></a><br />The girls and I said hi to Mickey. Well, Charlotte said hi. Naomi cried and clung to me for dear life. She used to adore seeing the characters, but the past two trips she has not been a fan, though she does love to hug on the stuffed Minnie Mouses (Minnie Mice? What's the right way to word it that implies we have more than one?) we have around here!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYl0bwYCyXsUP-Hba__fZ_zVrqk_fBAtEWJO9gmSgYJOjqtKZD7iXj7zDHKnFqnW9MtzR2ALOVdPF4xCt_7qeXNBDgEhhAO-oas91qHvMh4HujaD-P-_u5wh9ECB-o3UyryO5dUhk_C6I/s1600/IMG_5636.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYl0bwYCyXsUP-Hba__fZ_zVrqk_fBAtEWJO9gmSgYJOjqtKZD7iXj7zDHKnFqnW9MtzR2ALOVdPF4xCt_7qeXNBDgEhhAO-oas91qHvMh4HujaD-P-_u5wh9ECB-o3UyryO5dUhk_C6I/s320/IMG_5636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580300172829288162" /></a><br />A couple weekends ago the girls spent a lot of time outside helping Jared with some yard work. Translation: Jared raked the leaves while the girls played on the swing set. But Charlotte did take a break from all that swinging to traipse through the huge pile of leaves.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5FIygN-KDRGl-hbIe8zkUFBdD9aQj3NRUrbjmg2npc_FYngE0DTG78-CGoNE-DdgHDeTa9lyo_5qxA3M0X_B3loH5MnT4n82EmTslZUim8DLaadxX6DuRlIZ4-cdhIlQkyTAIAI4wLY/s1600/IMG_5616.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5FIygN-KDRGl-hbIe8zkUFBdD9aQj3NRUrbjmg2npc_FYngE0DTG78-CGoNE-DdgHDeTa9lyo_5qxA3M0X_B3loH5MnT4n82EmTslZUim8DLaadxX6DuRlIZ4-cdhIlQkyTAIAI4wLY/s320/IMG_5616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580300171292056690" /></a><br />The girls are becoming master Twister players.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipS5P8oxnK5HHq3_g5SboGvNrCpXqqoFRklq21he36gwix-JS3LK3IOWDcLYxtEdLuh4CdepOS3ygQUSA_bvO3aipo4W2aJiEZUC6GliMihbmPdVCLiI3EiDLTd73R1YXzAGoO-JwPbQw/s1600/IMG_5611.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipS5P8oxnK5HHq3_g5SboGvNrCpXqqoFRklq21he36gwix-JS3LK3IOWDcLYxtEdLuh4CdepOS3ygQUSA_bvO3aipo4W2aJiEZUC6GliMihbmPdVCLiI3EiDLTd73R1YXzAGoO-JwPbQw/s320/IMG_5611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580300166318872738" /></a><br /><br />So there's a snippit of our lives right now. Hopefully the next post won't be two months away!Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-20041554934717700212011-01-04T16:04:00.006-05:002011-01-07T15:43:28.060-05:00Happy Thanksgiving (Two Months Late)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dHUZnT3n79bbJXFoGUPLWRIOBDBFs5gUmYE2xYajM-AS5xZdWdy7INTKSi50l40kWFAHR9tJbMoJ2dx-G51PbMzHf8GoftSSPZ2eaEHsUkcyVpiO6m0WMxBfHy-InPJ3WlMbCiyr4jI/s1600/IMG_4721.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dHUZnT3n79bbJXFoGUPLWRIOBDBFs5gUmYE2xYajM-AS5xZdWdy7INTKSi50l40kWFAHR9tJbMoJ2dx-G51PbMzHf8GoftSSPZ2eaEHsUkcyVpiO6m0WMxBfHy-InPJ3WlMbCiyr4jI/s320/IMG_4721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558441203906468082" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;">We spent Thanksgiving day at my Dad's house. After a HUGE dinner, we played some croquet. Charlotte has croquet skills!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNF11LUlWlHVlI9YV5nXKtewOiYYZ5dEbk7plMHyeWYJk5KAupFb83Xdk5imSjAC8J35ZJhghqtuZssHdLFM-SwzlQxMGd8hl3FWbFDeOqBUSuR4KEujwuh7rlak91smB7K19V4RecT_g/s1600/IMG_4724.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNF11LUlWlHVlI9YV5nXKtewOiYYZ5dEbk7plMHyeWYJk5KAupFb83Xdk5imSjAC8J35ZJhghqtuZssHdLFM-SwzlQxMGd8hl3FWbFDeOqBUSuR4KEujwuh7rlak91smB7K19V4RecT_g/s320/IMG_4724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558441215005887010" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;">Jared and my Dad giving Charlotte some pointers</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNCPr3M7IHAZC-wzWYx_V0_fGxF7kkOJeMrylx_VHQMQrtOqrbGG0Nsx9Dtc1Zn_7KP8XZAlAdM7kAM2XBqNvppXZtAHBFbOvZzVnL4raBucn6ZNkqFVMsBrYhMeWxtSR09tV87I4mvBM/s1600/IMG_4740.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNCPr3M7IHAZC-wzWYx_V0_fGxF7kkOJeMrylx_VHQMQrtOqrbGG0Nsx9Dtc1Zn_7KP8XZAlAdM7kAM2XBqNvppXZtAHBFbOvZzVnL4raBucn6ZNkqFVMsBrYhMeWxtSR09tV87I4mvBM/s320/IMG_4740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558442148160206450" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;">Charlotte taking Naomi for a ride in the wagon</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2AjHigrRWB4IbPMoKFG0a-JaNIgDVAfwv5P5KBAAvL4jq953p0UgAOMNRAu5X4v2a1fVUDObipzTAodd1aqZvhov0RymoG41CJLCB5_wOrogXi1ca6P5F-usy-DQ6egym7cWIDul2fY/s1600/IMG_4731.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2AjHigrRWB4IbPMoKFG0a-JaNIgDVAfwv5P5KBAAvL4jq953p0UgAOMNRAu5X4v2a1fVUDObipzTAodd1aqZvhov0RymoG41CJLCB5_wOrogXi1ca6P5F-usy-DQ6egym7cWIDul2fY/s320/IMG_4731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558442147738648770" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;">Charlotte and Naomi going for a ride. They both loved the wagon</span>!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-j_tl-QK1qslxa3Utm8Rg11PS_OVdCigK56dlLGfegP3p7bbCoUBiUxdQckQA5CwsF1-11lAFuS7kXvk8QV66_OIt4M0yjQVeb-PhY2dP_vfPvJLiHAposqLwA7wOIQ2cILUM_CEe7SY/s1600/IMG_4763.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-j_tl-QK1qslxa3Utm8Rg11PS_OVdCigK56dlLGfegP3p7bbCoUBiUxdQckQA5CwsF1-11lAFuS7kXvk8QV66_OIt4M0yjQVeb-PhY2dP_vfPvJLiHAposqLwA7wOIQ2cILUM_CEe7SY/s320/IMG_4763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558444089055118626" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;">On the Saturday after Thanksgiving, we had Jared's family over to our house. It was my first time roasting a turkey so I was nervous, but it turned out great. For some reason it doesn't look browned enough in the picture, but in person it looked (and tasted!) delicious.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD_l56M9If6CQCXr9tDngVAVh1zuOylefhxTeyMvZn2s_pDPy9GfXuccav9hUXI5FNQ1sCQ_k6-Vb8uvXbPul9cyy7i8DSZbKp32w-83LSjoas2raSwVqlPHY18d_kI2DALzvDqXbIu7Q/s1600/IMG_4759.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD_l56M9If6CQCXr9tDngVAVh1zuOylefhxTeyMvZn2s_pDPy9GfXuccav9hUXI5FNQ1sCQ_k6-Vb8uvXbPul9cyy7i8DSZbKp32w-83LSjoas2raSwVqlPHY18d_kI2DALzvDqXbIu7Q/s320/IMG_4759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558444092765581298" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;">I love getting out the china! This was the first time we used every place setting (we had 13 adults and 6 kids/babies to feed)!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbYArd3hHRIY_Z4MKBPnJ4F5QWexJwXDstBVK8riSsB443NhbwRMkRsStPXFlLLBzYCnAphXfBuy4u1hJR1mErLxqYrNtKGG_ucE75tT_77BFrCf09fpRvjLeieoQNhehS2BbTGkM-l4/s1600/IMG_4766.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbYArd3hHRIY_Z4MKBPnJ4F5QWexJwXDstBVK8riSsB443NhbwRMkRsStPXFlLLBzYCnAphXfBuy4u1hJR1mErLxqYrNtKGG_ucE75tT_77BFrCf09fpRvjLeieoQNhehS2BbTGkM-l4/s320/IMG_4766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558444097264756370" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;">Mid-meal. Again, a TON of food!</span><br /><br />We also got together with my mom's family, but the only pictures I took from that day were when we were playing the Wii "Just Dance" game, and I was given strict instructions that those pictures, as hilarious as they are, must remain private within the family :)Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286913190828594433.post-19723535373468304192011-01-04T15:38:00.008-05:002011-01-06T17:40:00.843-05:00Super Cool Party People!The girls party (a month and a half ago...) was so much fun. We invited the family and a few of the girls' friends from our home Bible study group at church. With a few friends and our big families, there were a ton of people here! It was a blast! The evening, in pictures...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIkC7aZayJT4nyc2w6WRnwJxz318hREvOFb9Ddvb56l8UsYP9siJC7x0VJXT1jQg4TDuDReCspllYqCmro3egfYq_UixylO0jFnr1nXcSdGOLtfKen2R8HE6dA52v9hqgl6AG-NwQF_w/s1600/IMG_4585.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIkC7aZayJT4nyc2w6WRnwJxz318hREvOFb9Ddvb56l8UsYP9siJC7x0VJXT1jQg4TDuDReCspllYqCmro3egfYq_UixylO0jFnr1nXcSdGOLtfKen2R8HE6dA52v9hqgl6AG-NwQF_w/s320/IMG_4585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558433621516462978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Cupcakes and chocolate-covered marshmallows</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIpSzjosSTnetSRocFpgsAB5cchen43BcsKCEH79cSd_0wC1IFGD4cgmmvfmwtiSfHXE8sosGviYr1bQFPTM8r4a-uxqUPmFTTmPsk8CFtdpQE5JCet0tCDwffgnprxTQFbylB3UyDq-g/s1600/IMG_4590.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIpSzjosSTnetSRocFpgsAB5cchen43BcsKCEH79cSd_0wC1IFGD4cgmmvfmwtiSfHXE8sosGviYr1bQFPTM8r4a-uxqUPmFTTmPsk8CFtdpQE5JCet0tCDwffgnprxTQFbylB3UyDq-g/s320/IMG_4590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558433626282451474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Pom-pom garland</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTF1MSO5s8NcQ3XkvwSN6Y_wNRdTjQfPMTilVPt81rZU53VH8cPgB25ty4hDAxSXdfD_s975THbmX2VsYRLTgrCRqJBRsaZL8CV3pq5ftVaZWvuzW57wxqSanBc8GTsyZ9VhW2gXfTcq8/s320/IMG_4593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558433632732250338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Naomi with her Auntie Mel, Toto, and Grammy</i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoGf6Sf-uhawHGF_0XuaHKvjwBgAivfLGXuDeit4YUu2Vfna-fZ7X3I3ln9L8cNknI9Phr0yRj25_PM1CEtsgeIAVwXGcTtaw0M09dtqvD-Ik7wJjRaCKbdUt2bjECgTe5qidRJIb6yE/s320/IMG_4599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558435566987594498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><i>Charlotte, taking it all in... all the people, all the presents!</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4aZw8zMti0D5ZqfCloMt-7m4ynU8yT7CQGo2PG4w01L0SW5YxtlnorZDZ82QXqoZtsqEbNovd-HOo-iyPqgpROoW5qtTxnCQiQKxGMCqnX4Ij3TIq8wtgCmB5F5FRW864RG17W3tw7os/s320/IMG_4604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558435568374577474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Princess Charlotte with her friend Princess Averie and cousin Prince James (with a pink scepter, poor thing. Welcome to the house of Girls!)</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Ny0dEY5gOwXwwuQuOjQYLTXRHDF52yhQ7gmEtRJCxZwA4gJUH_KSf_0t6jSsWekqZ2tqv2NdNpdKvr-7mCULTQ87ynJfRXyWgOu___jtQf36j64g_XCZFfnbJdCEfIaiKMhhCjkt6og/s1600/IMG_4616.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Ny0dEY5gOwXwwuQuOjQYLTXRHDF52yhQ7gmEtRJCxZwA4gJUH_KSf_0t6jSsWekqZ2tqv2NdNpdKvr-7mCULTQ87ynJfRXyWgOu___jtQf36j64g_XCZFfnbJdCEfIaiKMhhCjkt6og/s320/IMG_4616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558437521513904818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Minnie Mouse in the house! My sweet cousin, Mandy, volunteered (or maybe I begged her) to dress up as Minnie Mouse. We borrowed the dress from </i><a href="http://kellymdambrosio.blogspot.com/" style="font-style: italic; ">Kelly</a><i>, a friend of mine from high school, who dressed up for her niece's party. Charlotte was beyond excited to see her favorite character! When she answered the door and saw Minnie there, she just kind of stared with a "Is she really here?!" look on her face. P</i>riceles<i>s!</i></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEU7XeloD2Szn4Em51MH9yHJJzV6PCp3F08FD2tLC6uRJGLKjVwBOtDcU5HMAs1mpYAQA0QNs2srdUp_tJzhsmcZxZy5UpgUK1zDxMMvimVc4xqiz99Ovnl2tvW8L66rvLYcFLn_21nwI/s1600/IMG_4635.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEU7XeloD2Szn4Em51MH9yHJJzV6PCp3F08FD2tLC6uRJGLKjVwBOtDcU5HMAs1mpYAQA0QNs2srdUp_tJzhsmcZxZy5UpgUK1zDxMMvimVc4xqiz99Ovnl2tvW8L66rvLYcFLn_21nwI/s320/IMG_4635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558437528165427698" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Charlotte, taking pictures with a Minnie camera, one of her presents</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCb4aA6p5j6JG4UKtcAEjiUcIKUvFogBeTewx3lhVory5IhWSR9tBheKSIR8Fnf_LRTcPlHRRj7zU5qZ5wB63yW99gv_0DD2qGrWMqG9FemvBlVSp5fCEWmiNXexPUjDaQsy3gOfMOCY/s1600/IMG_4630.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCb4aA6p5j6JG4UKtcAEjiUcIKUvFogBeTewx3lhVory5IhWSR9tBheKSIR8Fnf_LRTcPlHRRj7zU5qZ5wB63yW99gv_0DD2qGrWMqG9FemvBlVSp5fCEWmiNXexPUjDaQsy3gOfMOCY/s320/IMG_4630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558437523548569826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Having a blast digging into each present she was given</i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Ny0dEY5gOwXwwuQuOjQYLTXRHDF52yhQ7gmEtRJCxZwA4gJUH_KSf_0t6jSsWekqZ2tqv2NdNpdKvr-7mCULTQ87ynJfRXyWgOu___jtQf36j64g_XCZFfnbJdCEfIaiKMhhCjkt6og/s1600/IMG_4616.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyEDVYvQJNVQ_J8f3lemTBzW7xQhNat9nDMCi7xIW96jonPkIwhAndE_v59u_Ok60JnO_WDhYSib71VXgdsgYFOcwRcOVgF8rhaLwTeosEeDyGp7Ertrg2RKXNJ6AXgDyhukQzVu4zOKA/s1600/IMG_4659.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyEDVYvQJNVQ_J8f3lemTBzW7xQhNat9nDMCi7xIW96jonPkIwhAndE_v59u_Ok60JnO_WDhYSib71VXgdsgYFOcwRcOVgF8rhaLwTeosEeDyGp7Ertrg2RKXNJ6AXgDyhukQzVu4zOKA/s320/IMG_4659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558438458229486706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Naomi having a blast digging into her first cupcake!</i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4aZw8zMti0D5ZqfCloMt-7m4ynU8yT7CQGo2PG4w01L0SW5YxtlnorZDZ82QXqoZtsqEbNovd-HOo-iyPqgpROoW5qtTxnCQiQKxGMCqnX4Ij3TIq8wtgCmB5F5FRW864RG17W3tw7os/s1600/IMG_4604.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2Nf_L-49I26KlXIzD1sHNJ9PAGKDlAnWetpM4MKQrX4qzq0RrGl419m1CNawU6BUHSlkpqXa6nykW449UKfynf6qf-xPYtkIvL2epQYU7SztKIf-NxAILy1H3p8E3TizS95zQgKhrZ0/s320/IMG_4662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558438462641067554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><i>Baby's first sugar!</i></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoGf6Sf-uhawHGF_0XuaHKvjwBgAivfLGXuDeit4YUu2Vfna-fZ7X3I3ln9L8cNknI9Phr0yRj25_PM1CEtsgeIAVwXGcTtaw0M09dtqvD-Ik7wJjRaCKbdUt2bjECgTe5qidRJIb6yE/s1600/IMG_4599.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJaIR0RsZF4HgbgEvluhlwcyx7-9mtiw4TeXjQRpgPcB_m4hKcGyEDUPBeR8GFPtdZk2-bCa3PUOacD1GYBe8PqdPOQJFfMOtag0DRAZ7gFmEkjt-RC3U-dXomlMCx0IQWra30K7Qu_g/s320/IMG_4670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558439095114642802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><i>"Minnie, can you believe this is the first sugar they've given me?!"</i></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTF1MSO5s8NcQ3XkvwSN6Y_wNRdTjQfPMTilVPt81rZU53VH8cPgB25ty4hDAxSXdfD_s975THbmX2VsYRLTgrCRqJBRsaZL8CV3pq5ftVaZWvuzW57wxqSanBc8GTsyZ9VhW2gXfTcq8/s1600/IMG_4593.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIpSzjosSTnetSRocFpgsAB5cchen43BcsKCEH79cSd_0wC1IFGD4cgmmvfmwtiSfHXE8sosGviYr1bQFPTM8r4a-uxqUPmFTTmPsk8CFtdpQE5JCet0tCDwffgnprxTQFbylB3UyDq-g/s1600/IMG_4590.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimduaMDqwU_mFpzpJxIr9bW7LCo9nN57Uzgi55qNb4NB3CDX6-t4jrkiNbbAtErUTFX24DXNr2asEh-MfzqNIcnChzc34kOtRb7rY1Z2aXZBZ8ZKGlTJ-2l5NKsWeDW_6iARMShaM0czs/s1600/IMG_4655.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsCUi5ZvpTngtHhHREMyMFpHBVxiNPsbwdJNE5hUjCFaRlX_Yh5eIHV3pyscEd3jBhZbmCQB0MQ7X2W4r2ZBIt-kxrF6nzsjlD7BAhM44DNn3AF-zR3U-e3prvUmTxWPslwV1MvsmT94/s1600/IMG_4680.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsCUi5ZvpTngtHhHREMyMFpHBVxiNPsbwdJNE5hUjCFaRlX_Yh5eIHV3pyscEd3jBhZbmCQB0MQ7X2W4r2ZBIt-kxrF6nzsjlD7BAhM44DNn3AF-zR3U-e3prvUmTxWPslwV1MvsmT94/s320/IMG_4680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558439110191119218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'm still trying to get all the cake off her hands</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIkC7aZayJT4nyc2w6WRnwJxz318hREvOFb9Ddvb56l8UsYP9siJC7x0VJXT1jQg4TDuDReCspllYqCmro3egfYq_UixylO0jFnr1nXcSdGOLtfKen2R8HE6dA52v9hqgl6AG-NwQF_w/s1600/IMG_4585.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzq_yQxsYWhgM2wIdrTIROftqzEzH9JMA8X0Z4Etwqim5ClRVfo8ag48YK7BlWXgk7YIurKXerYpDECY7mmP_ca5Cy6KiMtdSdJ55XNl-8hdBOCR2Ij0SMhG4xhMvPMf7Col-_P3vUiQ/s320/IMG_4675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558439099916485282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Ella enjoying the cupcakes!</i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimduaMDqwU_mFpzpJxIr9bW7LCo9nN57Uzgi55qNb4NB3CDX6-t4jrkiNbbAtErUTFX24DXNr2asEh-MfzqNIcnChzc34kOtRb7rY1Z2aXZBZ8ZKGlTJ-2l5NKsWeDW_6iARMShaM0czs/s320/IMG_4655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558439325414557138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><i>Sweet James with his <a href="http://therollinswritings.blogspot.com/">Mama</a></i></span></div></div>Brittany @ The Rollins Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466132060104441877noreply@blogger.com1