<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:34:19.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up Spivey</title><subtitle type='html'>"I've learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.” -</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-854756042302471736</id><published>2010-08-25T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:44:15.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Fun!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;So I still call Hurricane Harbor Wet-N-Wild. . . but whatever you call it, Wyatt's a big fan!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--vD7PR6UjUE/TbowSbi8zuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/WGvEh3ipYKQ/s1600/P8270007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--vD7PR6UjUE/TbowSbi8zuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/WGvEh3ipYKQ/s320/P8270007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daddy &amp;amp; Wyatt playing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MdZKfm5RAX8/TbowxFmD5nI/AAAAAAAAAOg/p4hcg6O5za0/s1600/P8280011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MdZKfm5RAX8/TbowxFmD5nI/AAAAAAAAAOg/p4hcg6O5za0/s320/P8280011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lazy River!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sq1um4iMfas/Tbox0ynpibI/AAAAAAAAAO0/U-tsPwfzaU0/s1600/P8270005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sq1um4iMfas/Tbox0ynpibI/AAAAAAAAAO0/U-tsPwfzaU0/s320/P8270005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bubba Tub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0AURDxzvxcE/TboxhkTwK9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/WRYjXBswVzk/s1600/P8270001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0AURDxzvxcE/TboxhkTwK9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/WRYjXBswVzk/s320/P8270001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nto7Tj-WXus/TboyJGrkoCI/AAAAAAAAAO4/V5_o4Srch2o/s1600/P8280012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nto7Tj-WXus/TboyJGrkoCI/AAAAAAAAAO4/V5_o4Srch2o/s320/P8280012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-854756042302471736?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/854756042302471736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=854756042302471736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/854756042302471736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/854756042302471736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2010/08/water-fun.html' title='Water Fun!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--vD7PR6UjUE/TbowSbi8zuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/WGvEh3ipYKQ/s72-c/P8270007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-1157331680091028749</id><published>2010-08-03T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:39:48.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Wyatt!  5 Years old!</title><content type='html'>Can't believe how fast the time has gone!!&amp;nbsp; Wyatt had his 5th birthday party this week!&amp;nbsp; He had a swim party with a bunch of his friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC4UuhpJTew/Tbow9ypUT0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/FcuiecQkftE/s1600/IMG_4426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC4UuhpJTew/Tbow9ypUT0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/FcuiecQkftE/s320/IMG_4426.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wyatt and his cousin Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgPn1sysgDg/TboxNPHfe8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/HCcojpcYIgc/s1600/IMG_4427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgPn1sysgDg/TboxNPHfe8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/HCcojpcYIgc/s320/IMG_4427.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wyatt and Cousin Shell-Shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSsGAZogSYQ/Tboxrj3ZiII/AAAAAAAAAOw/hfspvnkgQdw/s1600/IMG_4429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSsGAZogSYQ/Tboxrj3ZiII/AAAAAAAAAOw/hfspvnkgQdw/s320/IMG_4429.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daddy &amp;amp; the birthday boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1s0dfiOeBVw/TboyKCr1z_I/AAAAAAAAAO8/OI05y_p6Z_U/s1600/IMG_4434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaUANvBNUgw/TboyZztie7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/nzypuroM2Eo/s1600/IMG_4442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaUANvBNUgw/TboyZztie7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/nzypuroM2Eo/s320/IMG_4442.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Giving Aunt Nana a big hug for the AT-AT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fA10nnqQGkQ/TboynZaZcdI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Xvwcw4eltjI/s1600/IMG_4454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fA10nnqQGkQ/TboynZaZcdI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Xvwcw4eltjI/s320/IMG_4454.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aunt Nana and Shell-Shell can't be beat for presents this year!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNHoSeTBhLk/Tboy-wkhjlI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hbuJIKxSW8U/s1600/IMG_4458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNHoSeTBhLk/Tboy-wkhjlI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hbuJIKxSW8U/s320/IMG_4458.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cake disaster?&amp;nbsp; Lol.&amp;nbsp; Never have your cake made by a high school student. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdPqpQRvJso/TbozNts2P_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/aSGqqFsDro4/s1600/IMG_4459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdPqpQRvJso/TbozNts2P_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/aSGqqFsDro4/s320/IMG_4459.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nkx59b5qqb8/TbozaQG4_0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vGgPPfWk4gs/s1600/IMG_4462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nkx59b5qqb8/TbozaQG4_0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vGgPPfWk4gs/s320/IMG_4462.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cousin Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5pFOPYrzpM/TbozqU-89hI/AAAAAAAAAPU/tW7G4vbFcw4/s1600/IMG_4463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5pFOPYrzpM/TbozqU-89hI/AAAAAAAAAPU/tW7G4vbFcw4/s320/IMG_4463.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Colin &amp;amp; his Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5GtnJ9waE_A/Tboz2HtUVFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DW3TeX-w2Uk/s1600/IMG_4465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5GtnJ9waE_A/Tboz2HtUVFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DW3TeX-w2Uk/s320/IMG_4465.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neoAsCK7aQM/Tbo0EOWUwPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Eoc_OAXQnuA/s1600/IMG_4466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neoAsCK7aQM/Tbo0EOWUwPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Eoc_OAXQnuA/s320/IMG_4466.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z0W4E5dNxE/Tbo0N9_ppMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/SZNo2sGJa8s/s1600/P8010161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z0W4E5dNxE/Tbo0N9_ppMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/SZNo2sGJa8s/s320/P8010161.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wyatt &amp;amp; Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8pOicKOsjw/Tbo0fB3omRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/QDB-2Z143_I/s1600/P8010163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8pOicKOsjw/Tbo0fB3omRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/QDB-2Z143_I/s320/P8010163.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bella is a mermaid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_Fvq-XnznE/Tbo0tyKMrZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/AkO3Sol8ggo/s1600/P8010165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_Fvq-XnznE/Tbo0tyKMrZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/AkO3Sol8ggo/s320/P8010165.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wyatt underwater makes the same face as Daddy under water!!&amp;nbsp; Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7UD2gWrEHmU/Tbo1Lr168jI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_s71_uxyTiU/s1600/P8010166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7UD2gWrEHmU/Tbo1Lr168jI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_s71_uxyTiU/s320/P8010166.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xU15rrY0RGQ/Tbo1dxYUh4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/CZkuuQWwDnQ/s1600/P8010167b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xU15rrY0RGQ/Tbo1dxYUh4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/CZkuuQWwDnQ/s320/P8010167b.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was there too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVJkzGoe1c/Tbo1n0zGB9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/zG5l9vlWfCQ/s1600/P8010189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVJkzGoe1c/Tbo1n0zGB9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/zG5l9vlWfCQ/s320/P8010189.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bella's Dad Andrew (one of my best friends from high school!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Wq9w3p41Oc/Tbo15edX9RI/AAAAAAAAAP8/eJL0Lwn0CzI/s1600/P8010191b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Wq9w3p41Oc/Tbo15edX9RI/AAAAAAAAAP8/eJL0Lwn0CzI/s320/P8010191b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wyatt &amp;amp; Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1sIia3ofxXk/Tbo2IbrkoqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lB8_6SFnN_k/s1600/P8010193b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1sIia3ofxXk/Tbo2IbrkoqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lB8_6SFnN_k/s320/P8010193b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wyatt &amp;amp; Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sUFn1bEfz9I/Tbowr3STygI/AAAAAAAAAOc/aGHdepwFzfM/s1600/P8010194p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sUFn1bEfz9I/Tbowr3STygI/AAAAAAAAAOc/aGHdepwFzfM/s320/P8010194p.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cailyn enjoying the giraffe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-1157331680091028749?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1157331680091028749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=1157331680091028749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/1157331680091028749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/1157331680091028749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-wyatt-5-years-old.html' title='Happy Birthday Wyatt!  5 Years old!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC4UuhpJTew/Tbow9ypUT0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/FcuiecQkftE/s72-c/IMG_4426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-2642312643146604601</id><published>2010-06-22T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:15:45.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool's open!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt7JBvxQ55Q/TbkSwJlGmxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9jfOzjWZVtA/s320/P6200024.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OtDv7d1xT6I/TbkTAViR-RI/AAAAAAAAAME/mt7r8WY4s8I/s1600/P6200008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OtDv7d1xT6I/TbkTAViR-RI/AAAAAAAAAME/mt7r8WY4s8I/s320/P6200008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;OH and SURPRISE!!&amp;nbsp; Meg had a spare baby months after returning home!!&amp;nbsp; This is one of Hercules' babies which makes her a full sister to Lele!&amp;nbsp; Now we have Meg, Mira (the new baby), Lele &amp;amp; Lucky!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rltx6OzHZyU/TbkTOn-Hb3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/XHejaBRyRt0/s1600/IMG_2040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rltx6OzHZyU/TbkTOn-Hb3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/XHejaBRyRt0/s320/IMG_2040.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VE7yM6zkcps/TbkTbVa7xYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zfihoKKg-V4/s1600/IMG_2045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VE7yM6zkcps/TbkTbVa7xYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zfihoKKg-V4/s320/IMG_2045.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute little bugger isn't she!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-2642312643146604601?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2642312643146604601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=2642312643146604601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/2642312643146604601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/2642312643146604601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2010/06/pools-open.html' title='Pool&apos;s open!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XlquaN2z-2A/TbkSWB7a3PI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xIBIbv5lLhQ/s72-c/P6200007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-2539731439603848267</id><published>2010-05-20T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:56:36.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-K Graduation!</title><content type='html'>Wyatt's last days of pre-k at the Children's Place are upon us!!&amp;nbsp; They had a little graduation ceremony and I remember last year watching the kids headed off to kindergarten and thinking how big they looked!!&amp;nbsp; Can't believe how fast time has flown!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odMp_ZLnVvk/Tbj_GvXcubI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7_wBKFXxjL8/s1600/IMG_0782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odMp_ZLnVvk/Tbj_GvXcubI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7_wBKFXxjL8/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wyatt sitting with his friends!&amp;nbsp; That's Harrison in the sweater and William's blond head peeking out from behind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gTrIX6SXH4s/Tbj_V8owgFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Lro9vSd3_5w/s1600/IMG_0794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gTrIX6SXH4s/Tbj_V8owgFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Lro9vSd3_5w/s320/IMG_0794.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hX054XR0ze4/Tbj_pJcdEyI/AAAAAAAAALA/prpKM0OFUFA/s1600/IMG_0796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hX054XR0ze4/Tbj_pJcdEyI/AAAAAAAAALA/prpKM0OFUFA/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Standing next to Avery, his first love lol.&amp;nbsp; He and Avery were pretty good friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlHIucDSGkM/Tbj_8f8C7KI/AAAAAAAAALE/0N19bjjcPMg/s1600/IMG_0807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlHIucDSGkM/Tbj_8f8C7KI/AAAAAAAAALE/0N19bjjcPMg/s320/IMG_0807.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Getting down with it!!&amp;nbsp; There was a bit of singing in their end of year ceremony and Wyatt enjoyed the hand movements the most. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4Aw29iiTEQ/TbkALtOB5XI/AAAAAAAAALI/JZ_64Wlr8ek/s1600/IMG_0809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4Aw29iiTEQ/TbkALtOB5XI/AAAAAAAAALI/JZ_64Wlr8ek/s320/IMG_0809.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_w0NrCxWwtA/TbkAaX0P7iI/AAAAAAAAALM/UU1C-i2mOUw/s1600/IMG_0811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_w0NrCxWwtA/TbkAaX0P7iI/AAAAAAAAALM/UU1C-i2mOUw/s320/IMG_0811.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnk2RI9OuDE/Tbj-5AgrQCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8poTDqEbCZs/s1600/IMG_0779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnk2RI9OuDE/Tbj-5AgrQCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8poTDqEbCZs/s320/IMG_0779.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Wyatt had his first ever sleep over!&amp;nbsp; Colin came to stay the night!!&amp;nbsp; It was messy but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYbpay6S6-w/Tbj-mHrnFcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/dp_da23oKhk/s1600/IMG_0822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYbpay6S6-w/Tbj-mHrnFcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/dp_da23oKhk/s320/IMG_0822.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnyceUosnsc/TbkApSr2kPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Au9KvAt2uic/s1600/IMG_0814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnyceUosnsc/TbkApSr2kPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Au9KvAt2uic/s320/IMG_0814.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lol, yes, this is what happens to parents and cats the day after a sleepover. .. it was a late night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7jnRi2SXHI0/TbkA4vFqxFI/AAAAAAAAALU/TnqYScTA0Rg/s1600/IMG_0815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7jnRi2SXHI0/TbkA4vFqxFI/AAAAAAAAALU/TnqYScTA0Rg/s320/IMG_0815.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoH-z2B6siY/TbkBJQQyW1I/AAAAAAAAALY/r9a0C_b8Fj4/s1600/IMG_0818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoH-z2B6siY/TbkBJQQyW1I/AAAAAAAAALY/r9a0C_b8Fj4/s320/IMG_0818.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5W-tcW6VEs/TbkBYmmawNI/AAAAAAAAALc/vig8crkpYMk/s1600/IMG_0819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5W-tcW6VEs/TbkBYmmawNI/AAAAAAAAALc/vig8crkpYMk/s320/IMG_0819.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mayhem!&amp;nbsp; Just a bit of the mess the boys made!!&amp;nbsp; All in good fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-2539731439603848267?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2539731439603848267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=2539731439603848267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/2539731439603848267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/2539731439603848267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2011/04/pre-k-graduation.html' title='Pre-K Graduation!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odMp_ZLnVvk/Tbj_GvXcubI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7_wBKFXxjL8/s72-c/IMG_0782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-7043472043597552132</id><published>2010-05-15T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:44:22.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland 2010!</title><content type='html'>Well we finally made it back from Disneyland!! Such a fun trip!&amp;nbsp; We went with Grami and stayed for a whole week!!&amp;nbsp; Nice weather, normal sized crowds, probably the last time we will be able to go when school is in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zX532GvfDI/Tbn5t277xnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oEcu-ArO9Wk/s1600/IMG_0365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zX532GvfDI/Tbn5t277xnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oEcu-ArO9Wk/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So on to our photo show!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9vsloIk0Jo/Tbn58NTJ-TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3TGK1sXN5xw/s1600/IMG_9352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9vsloIk0Jo/Tbn58NTJ-TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3TGK1sXN5xw/s320/IMG_9352.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the airport in DFW.&amp;nbsp; Wyatt started getting really sick . . he was running a big temperature by the time we got on the plane!&amp;nbsp; It was the longest flight of my whole life.&amp;nbsp; He cried several times from feeling so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC0PsSfHJzg/Tbn6ItLNaPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/g6QL2sLDebE/s1600/IMG_9353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC0PsSfHJzg/Tbn6ItLNaPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/g6QL2sLDebE/s320/IMG_9353.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not the way you want your trip to Disneyland to start!! Poor baby!&amp;nbsp; Luckily when we landed we found an emergency clinic open and they were a pharmacy as well!!&amp;nbsp; So with some antibiotics we had this smiling boy below!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p19JEs9GLG8/Tbn6VOPmCXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gd-zRNxe_oo/s1600/IMG_9355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p19JEs9GLG8/Tbn6VOPmCXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gd-zRNxe_oo/s320/IMG_9355.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So off to Disneyland we went!!&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness for motrin and antibiotics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fkf89gCk3l0/Tbn6i7KdbuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/suZeA1fHXq0/s1600/IMG_9360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fkf89gCk3l0/Tbn6i7KdbuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/suZeA1fHXq0/s320/IMG_9360.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grami &amp;amp; Wyatt posing as we go in!! The first day we just had our annual passes made and wandered the park!!&amp;nbsp; This was Grami's first trip to Disneyland and Wyatt's second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgunnnRweRI/Tbn6yK9LbSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2UHz-yEEmKU/s1600/IMG_9369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgunnnRweRI/Tbn6yK9LbSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2UHz-yEEmKU/s320/IMG_9369.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The next morning we had a character breakfast at the Grand Californian hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELJsTPQPdYo/Tbn6_2Fr0gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/T0S7fPna9UQ/s1600/IMG_9370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELJsTPQPdYo/Tbn6_2Fr0gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/T0S7fPna9UQ/s320/IMG_9370.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0SVndbCK248/Tbn7Nj5wQEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/t5oF3owPViM/s1600/IMG_9374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0SVndbCK248/Tbn7Nj5wQEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/t5oF3owPViM/s320/IMG_9374.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bta39bAW77A/Tbn7bjmB7KI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Z5o6rvV681M/s1600/IMG_9375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bta39bAW77A/Tbn7bjmB7KI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Z5o6rvV681M/s320/IMG_9375.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--A97nZu5Jvk/Tbn7rJtpTCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zY9bMhB_sjI/s1600/IMG_9377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--A97nZu5Jvk/Tbn7rJtpTCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zY9bMhB_sjI/s320/IMG_9377.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iY7Rbjj6D9Y/Tbn7-pVB7RI/AAAAAAAAAM4/h_7hFVLiFtg/s1600/IMG_9383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iY7Rbjj6D9Y/Tbn7-pVB7RI/AAAAAAAAAM4/h_7hFVLiFtg/s320/IMG_9383.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week was spent riding and reriding all of Wyatt's favorite rides!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMrfIH4Qr5s/Tbn8NyoaifI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8WNi6qs54a4/s1600/IMG_9568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMrfIH4Qr5s/Tbn8NyoaifI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8WNi6qs54a4/s320/IMG_9568.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah, Momma rocks at this game!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M33iEGGbAx0/Tbn8dy5dHNI/AAAAAAAAANA/mYK4uqaueyY/s1600/IMG_9569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M33iEGGbAx0/Tbn8dy5dHNI/AAAAAAAAANA/mYK4uqaueyY/s320/IMG_9569.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I even beat Daddy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ6SAKX8TgA/Tbn8nuqnSRI/AAAAAAAAANE/ak3rugZRO-s/s1600/IMG_9582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ6SAKX8TgA/Tbn8nuqnSRI/AAAAAAAAANE/ak3rugZRO-s/s320/IMG_9582.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Waiting in line for Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hCI1E0keTpY/Tbn85IzWJWI/AAAAAAAAANI/dVcrvRjLqTA/s1600/IMG_9612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hCI1E0keTpY/Tbn85IzWJWI/AAAAAAAAANI/dVcrvRjLqTA/s320/IMG_9612.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-3bGn5z6ms/Tbn9QIpH0kI/AAAAAAAAANM/EVgyf-367q4/s1600/IMG_9613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-3bGn5z6ms/Tbn9QIpH0kI/AAAAAAAAANM/EVgyf-367q4/s320/IMG_9613.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Meeting the big cheese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvBD-5M_Z-k/Tbn9bRJR1eI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-JLQlNVSJiI/s1600/IMG_9617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvBD-5M_Z-k/Tbn9bRJR1eI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-JLQlNVSJiI/s320/IMG_9617.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don't let Daddy drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oqBaRAxxAvg/Tbn-OgCOcXI/AAAAAAAAANU/dKJa9aISiWo/s1600/IMG_9669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oqBaRAxxAvg/Tbn-OgCOcXI/AAAAAAAAANU/dKJa9aISiWo/s320/IMG_9669.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;End of a long day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgAuv3tdxTo/Tbn-ngLcrSI/AAAAAAAAANY/ptzelmnR9_0/s1600/IMG_9771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgAuv3tdxTo/Tbn-ngLcrSI/AAAAAAAAANY/ptzelmnR9_0/s320/IMG_9771.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Walt &amp;amp; Mickey surveying Main Street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FaDwnHTpnf4/Tbn-_jXZn_I/AAAAAAAAANc/Sfn7dTYFUSY/s1600/IMG_9776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FaDwnHTpnf4/Tbn-_jXZn_I/AAAAAAAAANc/Sfn7dTYFUSY/s320/IMG_9776.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;These are my new favorite chocolate! I wish I could order them from home!! Probably good that I can't!&amp;nbsp; Fudge Mallows!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8UqAntkvgg/Tbn_KSHtu8I/AAAAAAAAANg/td48CliNLtA/s1600/IMG_9826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8UqAntkvgg/Tbn_KSHtu8I/AAAAAAAAANg/td48CliNLtA/s320/IMG_9826.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Little Mom &amp;amp; Dad time during nap time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8xpZRcULkk/Tbn_Xtgcc1I/AAAAAAAAANk/n-ENDZ9YbwI/s1600/IMG_9912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8xpZRcULkk/Tbn_Xtgcc1I/AAAAAAAAANk/n-ENDZ9YbwI/s320/IMG_9912.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Storybook Land entrance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U-52YsMCwOs/Tbn_hykyMvI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZfikNWfK_HA/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U-52YsMCwOs/Tbn_hykyMvI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZfikNWfK_HA/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWOz3N8plMY/Tbn_sJszNYI/AAAAAAAAANs/9eOFs7CEDhw/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWOz3N8plMY/Tbn_sJszNYI/AAAAAAAAANs/9eOFs7CEDhw/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-41kAA9l_cc8/Tbn_7tbl2MI/AAAAAAAAANw/Iq_xVwSl0iw/s1600/IMG_0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-41kAA9l_cc8/Tbn_7tbl2MI/AAAAAAAAANw/Iq_xVwSl0iw/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Someone was a little grumpy a lot of the time. It's hard having so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fK5Vuuq7eGE/TboAHzW5T6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/oTYpQOjsACY/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fK5Vuuq7eGE/TboAHzW5T6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/oTYpQOjsACY/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JMNdEw_ymTA/TboATEjXL0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/lyXSUeM1yXA/s1600/IMG_0144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JMNdEw_ymTA/TboATEjXL0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/lyXSUeM1yXA/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWWE_AeTB4A/TboAcf318mI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6LBjVi-4KlE/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWWE_AeTB4A/TboAcf318mI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6LBjVi-4KlE/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0rqqjr_w20Y/TboAmh2AJGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ynRGZtVGby4/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0rqqjr_w20Y/TboAmh2AJGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ynRGZtVGby4/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7g22sJltCI0/TboAyVr3eFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/R9CcyLRL5sg/s1600/IMG_0234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7g22sJltCI0/TboAyVr3eFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/R9CcyLRL5sg/s320/IMG_0234.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My favorite moment from the trip!!&amp;nbsp; He was so excited to meet Tigger!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ovcUeUQiYus/TboA_WApPAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ey9AQlKLKWc/s1600/IMG_0235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ovcUeUQiYus/TboA_WApPAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ey9AQlKLKWc/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He and Tigger bounced together!!&amp;nbsp; In fact he was bouncing so much Tigger got a little carried away and his handler had to settle him down! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKuNlSV7p1o/TboBOw3qYrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4IpVl4Lendk/s1600/IMG_0236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKuNlSV7p1o/TboBOw3qYrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4IpVl4Lendk/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvxIDAivjuU/TboBcgzhAkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-mYM0z-5epM/s1600/IMG_0353s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvxIDAivjuU/TboBcgzhAkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-mYM0z-5epM/s320/IMG_0353s.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Matterhorn Sundae!!! Yum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jCg8-7s3sk/TboBn8Yf86I/AAAAAAAAAOU/jYZO_bkgR5Y/s1600/IMG_0357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jCg8-7s3sk/TboBn8Yf86I/AAAAAAAAAOU/jYZO_bkgR5Y/s320/IMG_0357.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can't wait for our next trip!!&amp;nbsp; So much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-7043472043597552132?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/7043472043597552132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=7043472043597552132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/7043472043597552132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/7043472043597552132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2011/04/disneyland-2010.html' title='Disneyland 2010!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zX532GvfDI/Tbn5t277xnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oEcu-ArO9Wk/s72-c/IMG_0365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-4026121582517205194</id><published>2010-04-15T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:39:05.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos, Photos, Everywhere!!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Spring is springing everywhere and we've been outside playing whenever we can!!&amp;nbsp; 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They took a camera and I thought I'd share what they saw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAnepBs_f40/Tbj1fnuWAKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9_wWUnYVEes/s1600/DSCN8202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAnepBs_f40/Tbj1fnuWAKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9_wWUnYVEes/s320/DSCN8202.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTQzyW7cqlo/Tbj1l8UXl0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/IQ6mFk1f-bw/s1600/DSCN8170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTQzyW7cqlo/Tbj1l8UXl0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/IQ6mFk1f-bw/s320/DSCN8170.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the swimming hole/waterfall in the middle of the creek!!&amp;nbsp; It's where the dogs run when they have a spare moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Today Wyatt and I tried out our tandem riding seat!!&amp;nbsp; It sits behind my saddle and Wyatt has his own stirrups and cushioned seat!!&amp;nbsp; I don't think I'd try it on any other horse but Sterling but she did great with it!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYd7BuUhRN8/Tbjxg61WW1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ElNPF7CCBOk/s1600/DSCN8149c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYd7BuUhRN8/Tbjxg61WW1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ElNPF7CCBOk/s320/DSCN8149c.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Afterwords Wyatt helped me walk her out and cool her off.&amp;nbsp; She's so good about being slow for him.&amp;nbsp; She might just be his trail horse in the future. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PVnGtZoiIVY/TbjxteL60lI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zxKrK7Rgpok/s1600/DSCN8144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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So thanks to Grami we headed out to Great Wolf Lodge and swam in the indoor water park!&amp;nbsp; We spent one night in the hotel and we had a lot of fun!!&amp;nbsp; There was a game called Magi-Quest that let you use a magic wand all through the property finding special objects that light up!&amp;nbsp; We definitely recommend visiting and playing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CUhN8s5I2n4/TbkQq0eMA-I/AAAAAAAAALg/ozE9ER6kTWM/s1600/DSCN8032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CUhN8s5I2n4/TbkQq0eMA-I/AAAAAAAAALg/ozE9ER6kTWM/s320/DSCN8032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nsv1iUCw2tU/TbkQwX3mYAI/AAAAAAAAALk/8lY0kszkwTQ/s1600/DSCN8035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well it's been a long time since we hate goats around here and we missed them so surprise!!!&amp;nbsp; They are BACK!!&amp;nbsp; Lele &amp;amp; Meg were sold to a very nice woman who had a little pygmy breeding program in a nearby town.&amp;nbsp; After Lele had to have an emergency c-section she contacted us to see if we'd take them back since they needed to never be bred again.&amp;nbsp; Bonus was Lucky! Lele's baby.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hH61MQD2Q98/TbjtfVRIn2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/sw5s9yDfyEI/s1600/IMG_7079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hH61MQD2Q98/TbjtfVRIn2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/sw5s9yDfyEI/s320/IMG_7079.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lucky is one cool baby goat!!&amp;nbsp; He was raised on a bottle so Lele could fully recover from her surgery so he thinks he is part human!!&amp;nbsp; He likes to come in the house, give kisses and generally acts like a little dog.&amp;nbsp; Wyatt is in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CKjHEFQk0c/TbjtrIdhYCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IKClgdORZKk/s1600/IMG_7070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CKjHEFQk0c/TbjtrIdhYCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IKClgdORZKk/s320/IMG_7070.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41W2Lzn16ys/Tbjt26vV2lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-MDtxe8YSFI/s1600/IMG_7071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41W2Lzn16ys/Tbjt26vV2lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-MDtxe8YSFI/s320/IMG_7071.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-en_r-SoQe3o/TbjuELdIKUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PJBF9hhk9Gc/s1600/IMG_7071c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-en_r-SoQe3o/TbjuELdIKUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PJBF9hhk9Gc/s320/IMG_7071c.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0P3_CsnETc/TbjuS0cPfNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KEGqLm66AYc/s1600/IMG_7077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0P3_CsnETc/TbjuS0cPfNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/KEGqLm66AYc/s320/IMG_7077.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OdtTBcH4akA/Tbjuk-vPYHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xWmbDbEJapc/s1600/IMG_7078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OdtTBcH4akA/Tbjuk-vPYHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xWmbDbEJapc/s320/IMG_7078.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be fun to watch him grow up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-5180095677226724799?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5180095677226724799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=5180095677226724799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5180095677226724799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5180095677226724799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2010/02/return-of-goats.html' title='Return of the goats!!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hH61MQD2Q98/TbjtfVRIn2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/sw5s9yDfyEI/s72-c/IMG_7079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-5019869520276637072</id><published>2010-01-24T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:53:35.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes fast!</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've sat down to write on our blog.  My apologies! I find so much time is spent living and socializing that I forget to write it down for memories sake.  So with that in mind Wyatt and I started a journal!  I want to take down everything he thinks is important to remember.  We are starting out slowly, simply by writing our "favorite part of the day" into the ledger at the end of each night.  So far we have 3 little innocent moments my little boy thinks were the best moments of his long days!  I know I'll enjoy looking back at the journal just as I enjoy looking back at our blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new in our lives?  Wyatt had his first horse show last month riding June Bug.  That has been fun for us all.  Although he doesn't seem to enjoy it as much as my good friend Rachel's daughter does so I'm not sure he will be a life long cowboy.  For now he is willing to go along with Mommy's plan and that's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCXZiBXTPZk/TbjkrMNNqWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/F7U7Qp6MPBo/s1600/4208339764_5070de0706_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCXZiBXTPZk/TbjkrMNNqWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/F7U7Qp6MPBo/s320/4208339764_5070de0706_b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c076dff7344465ec" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc076dff7344465ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331603730%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D241AB4B1039A013BDC69259BFDD61A5806D7E51A.33F53AF2B97A7F455EDB66F1B0426B1769A0E8AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc076dff7344465ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF_fA-OtlbpPjv-b7-ucM2MtgVy4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc076dff7344465ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331603730%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D241AB4B1039A013BDC69259BFDD61A5806D7E51A.33F53AF2B97A7F455EDB66F1B0426B1769A0E8AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc076dff7344465ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF_fA-OtlbpPjv-b7-ucM2MtgVy4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I, myself, have been riding much more than in the past 4 years.  It feels like I've finally recaptured my soul.  I have been very happy of course since we've had Wyatt but riding once every 3 months or so just wasn't what I was used to.  It is my link to my old self and I find my new pace to be much more thrilling than it was even 5 years ago.  Sterling is going to be in fantastic shape if we keep this up.  We have big plans for the year!  I'd love to compete in a competitive trail ride and of course we are doing the same play day series Wyatt is riding in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'd like to thank Papa for the video of Wyatt at his first horse show!!  Grami for the photos of the show, Rachel Jones for the use of her horse, and Wyatt for actually smiling at me a million times as I pestered him during practice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now back to your regularly scheduled blog update! (or rather irregularly scheduled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt is learning fast! He knows all of his letters and numbers and told me a few months ago that he wanted to learn to read "this afternoon."   I told him that was pretty ambitious but he was serious! He said there was a little girl at school who could read so he wanted to learn to do it as well.  We didn't quite takle that just yet but I can't believe how much he has learned because of his pre-school.  Hard to believe in just 8 short months kindergarten starts!  I feel like I'm going to lose my running buddy and that makes me sad.  I know that the time he is in school will be nice for my business but I'll still miss our days when it's just us.  Just this week we spent an entire day together, just the two of us!  We spent the morning at the zoo, the afternoon in the stockyards running through the cattle pen maze and watching the cattle drive and the evening at our friend's birthday party.  Even though he was tired he was such a delight to hang out with.  I'm amazed at how mature he is for his age.  That night, when I asked him what his favorite thing was about his life, he answered "You Mommy! You're my favorite thing."  Probably something I'll remember without writing it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-5019869520276637072?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5019869520276637072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=5019869520276637072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5019869520276637072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5019869520276637072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-goes-fast.html' title='Life goes fast!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCXZiBXTPZk/TbjkrMNNqWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/F7U7Qp6MPBo/s72-c/4208339764_5070de0706_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-8384220439756503584</id><published>2009-05-25T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:24:00.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Fun!?</title><content type='html'>So I'm not a huge camping fan. I'll go as long as it's only for one night. . . Wyatt and my hubby seem to really like it so I have a feeling I'll be camping a lot in my future. . luckily my hobbies both go well with camping!!! No horses this time but LOTS of photography!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left on Sunday afternoon (had to wait until later in the day so we could feed the horses before we left. . ) It was supposed to storm on us so we tried to hurry and set up the tent. Got a little wet doing it but not too bad!!!  We were a bit rusty setting up the tent. . last time we camped was October 08!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3626/3565844802_2b451f21a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camp site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/3565271170_c87cd0e94b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Storms a brewing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3297/3565901788_2c0a69b4b0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3607/3565915218_999232dfb4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys played baseball until the thunder started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3564/3565602434_a0962cb2aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We decided to wait the storm out in our Tahoe, so I made my husband drive us to the cliff's 'edge' so I could sit in the back with the door up and get some photos! It's a pretty view!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3576/3565034689_8185461580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain was almost done I told Greg we should go exploring on the roads for a little bit, so I could take some photos.  I did some long exposure shots from the back end and it was WAY fun! lol. Although my camera got a bit muddy. .. (and just a disclaimer, the door was closed, but the window was open. . so I couldn't fall out Mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3410/3565858388_9031904fed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One more I liked. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flowers were all covered in rain so we stopped and I took some shots. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3629/3565108434_a5ab820093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3373/3564300869_2f8fa0dd6e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3660/3565293998_f9e6921afb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2159/3565887028_ff214d2ca4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite spots on the trail!  I'm a fan of the wind mills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2442/3565057691_5c20081c82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The clouds cleared very rapidly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3306/3565049191_0aef14f4e6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did some self portrait shots of me and my son.  Didn't realize it was zoomed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3565122115_be5dcf4705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2483/3565142275_74b00a2464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to the flowers and grass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3619/3565129785_d506876ee4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the barbed wire. . . (everything looks pretty with water on it! I think that's why Baywatch is so popular! What? Not the reason?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the camp and cooked some yummy pizza pies with our pie cooker.  Camping in the summer is much nicer because the sun doesn't go down until it's a decent hour!  Of course it comes up much earlier than in winter. . but while camping that is a good thing!! I'm not a fan of the night.  It's boring and requires uncomfortable sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/3565106079_0a28a059ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunset!!  Night sun!! See you tomorrow! Bright and early!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3660/3565148243_6bb5aa46a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol, a little too early for Wyatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go take some photos while the day was still young. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2439/3565298546_6c74a3bcdb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I missed the best part of the day so I settled for this shot. (the hour after sunrise is the best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to camp my boys decided to go on a hike and 'explore'! So Dad sun screened the boy and they took off on the red trail!! Wyatt took a stick that he called a 'map'. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2433/3563714123_fb317d215b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/3564510120_88cfcfbc00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3371/3564521678_d7780a06a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3359/3565810194_e9f8955319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm. . I think Wyatt was the navigator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3305/3565000469_f2f105340d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3614/3565830022_ee6f88b39c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While the boys were gone I decided to take some photos of our field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3649/3564437843_960c69745c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty flowers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3585/3565265052_cc508ccc07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road/ horse trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3337/3563830305_b7c0ef70a6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we watched the storm from the night before!!  Much prettier in sunny weather!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3399/3563786133_3f59932e33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were gone for a long while and I was starting to worry that had gotten lost.  (Not sure why I would worry about that seeing how they had that nice and detailed wooden map. . .) Luckily Dad called me on my cell and told me they had hiked to the windmill and didn't want to walk back. . .  Mom to the rescue!! I hopped in the Tahoe and picked them up. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to camp we made lunch and decided to pack it up and call it a day!  The boys wanted to go to Grami and Papaws and swim and I wanted some Mommy quiet time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one last shot from our trip!  Our friendly neighbor. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3564622044_f2dff6fc94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This little guy, who I believe is a Texas Spiny Lizard, lived in the tree next to our tent. He hung out in plain site most of the time we were there.  Dad named him Hagrid.  Cute little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All in all it was a great weekend adventure!!!  If only my tent was magic like Harry Potters!  I think I would enjoy camping a lot more if it came with a bed and a bathroom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-8384220439756503584?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/8384220439756503584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=8384220439756503584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8384220439756503584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8384220439756503584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2009/05/camping-fun.html' title='Camping Fun!?'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3626/3565844802_2b451f21a4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-5853703810719209134</id><published>2009-05-17T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:27:51.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyatt and his "pony"!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted any sort of blog!!  We all are doing fantastic!! Busy with being a soccer Mom and work/stay at home Mom!  Anyways, here is a brief update on what is quickly becoming a new Wyatt obsession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told Wyatt he would get to ride today and like any child looking forward to something he woke up and the CRACK of dawn and came running to our room asking "Can I go ride Mack now!!" I kicked my hubby out of bed to stall for a while but Wyatt would not be deterred. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before Mack even had his breakfast he had to be a 'pony'. lol All 17 hands of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quick reminder of who Mack is for those of you out of the loop!  Mack is our 'rescue' we got about 2 years ago as a walking bag of bones.  He was around 20 - 21 years old and is an Americna Trakehner gelding, who supposidly was competitive in dressage around the area. . other than that we don't know his history.  He has made a fanastic recovery and is worth his weight in gold.  He will be Wyatt's first horse.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3629/3540767554_0beb76515b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2212/3539948819_6c96fb471f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3549/3540751794_0389be0716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder if Mack ever had any pep in his step. . he was a dressage champ after all. . He is a slow and steady type of boy. Perfect for Wyatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/3539932253_04ffa23167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3320/3540970976_f55d644710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3658/3540181261_9e612a7da4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited a few photos for the scrapbook. . .lol.  I think it's funny how he looks like he is in prison in these shots. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2347/3540168021_8b26778b37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leg pats. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2130/3540984750_b9e1ff5f8e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling Mack he was a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2146/3540775152_a06c2f983e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payment. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2278/3539969709_dbd8186a4f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dad says, "Thanks for being a good boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2242/3539977299_5dc3ac3ae0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for looking!! It was a good first day for them. Wyatt has said he wants to ride again EVERY day. lol. (oh and please ignore the halter! It's WAY stretched out form years of use and won't stay on any horse correctly but it's the one I grabbed. . .end disclaimer. .)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-5853703810719209134?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5853703810719209134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=5853703810719209134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5853703810719209134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5853703810719209134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2009/05/wyatt-and-his-pony.html' title='Wyatt and his &quot;pony&quot;!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3629/3540767554_0beb76515b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-2076458630825082298</id><published>2009-02-14T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:46:47.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyrant Wyatt</title><content type='html'>That's right.  My boy, who has been an angel since the day he was born, has turned into a full blown 3 year old tyrant.  He demands what he wants, when he wants it and if he doesn't get it, throws a pretty convincing temper tantrum.  I knew that I wasn't going to be so lucky as to avoid all of the 'terrible (insert whatever age your child is right now)' behavior that Mother's with older children love to reminisce over, but it has been a bit like Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde at my house and I'm ready for this phase to end!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the demanding me me me behavior my baby is also using the "I don't like you" war tactic developed in secret rooms during foreign wars.  Those words will shoot daggers into any Mother's heart but when you hear them daily you learn to shrug them off.  I've also noticed there is a pretty good pattern to my popularity around here.  IE: Whenever things are going Wyatt's way I'm the most loved Mother ever! and when nap time roles around he no longer wants to live here, and is in fact packing a bag to move to Grami's because he is NEVER mistreated at Grami's!  (Of course whenever he's at Grami's and nap time roles around he demands a phone to call his Mommy to come and get him because Grami is so mean!)  It's pretty comical and hopefully VERY brief!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, only one thing saves him when I'm up to my eyeballs in annoyance.  He's so darn cute it's hard to stay angry at him.  Especially when he says, "Mommy! You can't be mad! You have to be happy, like this!", and then proceeds to make the biggest smile ever at me.  He's right.  Can't stay mad with logic like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some recent pics of my little Tyrant. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3270619891_7044f3e487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3270619891_7044f3e487.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wyatt's new Thomas boots and umbrella.  He loves those things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3366/3270034989_431d702e01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3366/3270034989_431d702e01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Using Chopsticks for the first time.  He thought they were cool!!!  And he was pretty good with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1356/3270000571_475429cfde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1356/3270000571_475429cfde.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out at home in his new work outfit.  He got some real tools and has been fixing various object around the house ever since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's it for us! Hope everyone else is having a Tyrant free week!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-2076458630825082298?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2076458630825082298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=2076458630825082298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/2076458630825082298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/2076458630825082298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2009/02/tyrant-wyatt.html' title='Tyrant Wyatt'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3270619891_7044f3e487_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-7857595640310083529</id><published>2008-11-26T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:55:52.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The quest for the perfect Christmas Card photo!</title><content type='html'>Well it's that time of year again, and as happens every year my Mom informed me that we need to get a photo of Wyatt for our Christmas cards.  This year I convinced her not to run across the street to the 'fast food' photography studio and let me take one instead.  Ahem.  I should have just let someone else do it because my kid HATES my camera.  Something about having a Mom with a lens attached to her nose makes a kid a bit camera shy.  But I was optimistic beyond words so. . .on we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We piled up and headed to the Gaylord Texan Resort, in Grapevine, Texas.  They have a ton of Christmas decorations, trains and a wonderful Buffet that we like to visit once a year! So it's kind of a tradition for us to go walk around and look at the pretty stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out trying to get a shot in the sleigh near the front of the resort.  Nope.  Not a good spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/3060070281_d6556d388f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried on a bench.  Nope.  Didn't like any of those either. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 257px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3038/3060901764_d8d85f5fd5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried in front of some poinsettias.  Nope. Wyatt wouldn't look at me to save my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 256px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3152/3060899194_953f86459b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/3060086639_ca47df9ce7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried in front of the ginger bread house!! Yikes! Horrid lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3156/3060041109_cd13a1b17b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break and watching the trains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3200/3060867058_747d7b654b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go eat lunch and give Wyatt some time to play. . .&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take some photos of the general holiday cheer all around! lol.  Couldn't just walk. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/3060873624_ccfd76ce0f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/3060083091_bd3d8f4f4c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 258px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/3060022589_d70dbf69df.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 259px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/3060860466_c941a5d598.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3235/3060863714_8e7a67056e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/3060035971_2fa816dab9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spot we ate lunch is a wonderful little buffet with gourmet type food and a nice atmosphere along a 'river walk'.  (all indoors.)  When we were finished I took some shots around the table. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3024/3060048501_0038292675.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchids at the host's station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3289/3060050561_8846a1a0e6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Cactus alongside the 'river'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 257px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3293/3060044255_90d38b3360.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water Glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 259px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/3060019323_1a1f60dc2b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi in the 'river'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3188/3060055441_09a50838c8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we let Wyatt run laps around a fountain.  Lol. Kids have fun doing nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/3060058871_6e754efcaf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/3060052573_6c1307f6cd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically a terrible photo but look!! He's completely off the ground!!! And very fast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 259px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3282/3060098137_091702e555.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!!  I got eyeballs!!!  But it was a bit too closeup for the Christmas Card. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/3060092237_9399a690cc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His idea of posing. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 259px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/3060925320_be4b43c57e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bear skin rugged for my taste! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/3060930012_823cbee320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my Mom bribed him with pennies to throw in the water. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And!!!! Drum role. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT THE SHOT! lol  Presenting our Christmas Card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3009/3060931840_ef60a83d59.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-7857595640310083529?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/7857595640310083529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=7857595640310083529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/7857595640310083529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/7857595640310083529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2008/11/quest-for-perfect-christmas-card-photo.html' title='The quest for the perfect Christmas Card photo!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3060851936_782d8a788e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-3183899363986333785</id><published>2008-11-04T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:55:48.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture update!</title><content type='html'>This week we were beyond busy!!!  And we actually took a few pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carved pumpkins on Wednesday. Wyatt thought it was gross so he really didn't do very much of it. . .but he agreed to pose with it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3036/2987816243_dbda1b7b82.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/2988677266_7cc158823b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played with Lele.  She's getting big!!  Or bigger.  Wyatt just LOVES her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lele flying. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/3001345449_23d95d251c.jpg" style="height: 247px; width: 371px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging with her Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3211/3001351893_d3e5812086.jpg" style="height: 247px; width: 371px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, Wyatt's cat got her picture taken.  She's such a great cat!!  She lets Wyatt drag her all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/2987947893_c539b1c17a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad fixed up Wyatt's bathroom so he can use it. It had been used as storage but we removed the door between it and his room and he can get in there now and he loves it!!!! I don't have to use the toddler potty anymore!!! He goes in there and takes care of business all by himself!! Anyways, bath pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/2988814704_8e72a1c668.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/2988820282_98b33435f7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Halloween we went to Grami and Papaw's house because they have a wonderful neighborhood. Everyone hangs out outside during trick or treating and everyone is super friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went Wyatt was pretending to be Bob the Builder or Handy Manny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3148/2998850190_1382c356be.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got ready, put on the boy's costume, put on Lady's costume, waited for Papaw to put on his costume.. .and took off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papaw and Grami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/2998882132_956a8ec706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt and Lady (the ladybug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3011/2998037163_61b5d20dc9.jpg" style="height: 250px; width: 376px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Mr. John's spooky house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2998057615_fe0ec5e3d1.jpg" style="height: 250px; width: 376px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite of the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3253/2998905004_245e533801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady sneaking some 'sugar'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3032/2998921016_5067300bd3.jpg" style="height: 250px; width: 376px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally Wyatt eating some real sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/2998103963_cb57032394.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is doing well!!  Wyatt is growing up wonderfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-3183899363986333785?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3183899363986333785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=3183899363986333785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/3183899363986333785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/3183899363986333785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture-update.html' title='Picture update!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3036/2987816243_dbda1b7b82_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-5637171267166131954</id><published>2008-10-29T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:16:31.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hello to Lele!</title><content type='html'>We are so excited!! Our pygmy goat girl Meg had her first successful delivery today!!! About 10 months after her scary c-section. Yay!!!!!!!!! Our goats are pets only so this was a big deal for us!! Our first baby born on the property!!!! Wyatt is so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed last night that Meg was acting strange so we separated the boys out from her and I checked on her during the night. No baby this morning but I kept her in because she was still acting strange. Then this afternoon when I went to feed horses I noticed she was down and then I noticed blood and of course after the c-section last spring I panicked!! Ran over to her and saw a little white thing next to her and in my panic I thought it was our cat Cindy but it wasn't!!!! It was our new baby!!!!!! She's a little girl Pygmy, and I think she will have blue eyes but I'm not sure!! We are going to call her Lele! Which is kinda funny because often it comes out as Wewe when Wyatt says it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pics and checked to see that she was okay then we headed to town to buy shavings so we could set up the horse trailer with a heat lamp and comfy bedding. It's not safe out in the world for her since she was in the pen that the fox got Mary. I'm not losing another one. . so if I can't travel anywhere that's okay!! Who needs to ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know ya'll just want to see pics so here they are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3279/2984841343_17276d1bbd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 416px; height: 277px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/2984837723_7c0e9c9f88.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the buffet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3157/2985687860_dc73f675d0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma and baby love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/2984835193_7c8285b71e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 257px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3143/2984828699_72e523080e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 385px; height: 256px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2985680572_5727ca28fb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud of her!!!  She is such a trooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/2985653356_35dbac9f0e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Rough day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3224/2984820385_61038af364.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt was VERY impressed!! He had a ton of questions about the afterbirth that Meg still had coming out! He thought it was 'cool'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-5637171267166131954?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5637171267166131954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=5637171267166131954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5637171267166131954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5637171267166131954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2008/10/say-hello-to-lele.html' title='Say Hello to Lele!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3279/2984841343_17276d1bbd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-6767471530408303576</id><published>2008-10-20T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:27:23.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spivey Family's First Camping Trip!!</title><content type='html'>Well I'm done with the photos from the weekend and I thought I'd post a camping trip report for prosperity's sake!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time I think. . .lol but I don't like cold!  My nose nearly froze off during the night so I didn't sleep well because I was worried my son was cold.  He woke up only once and said his hands were cold so I held them and he went right back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3188/2958983696_da187fef7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby putting up the tent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a PERFECT spot nestled under some really big trees on the edge of a big empty field that had a view of the overlook but no nearby camping sites!!!  Plus we were right by the trail so we could amuse ourselves by waving at all the trail riders as they went by!  We will certainly camp in that spot again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/2958127197_19cf952131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt approved of our tent!!  It's the first time we've used this one and it was VERY roomy!!  And nice during the day!  We of course put the cover over it at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/2959923403_8423fcb654.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with his new Army men. . which were the favorite of the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/2958976994_f906d015e5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 'traffic'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2959007202_39060a67fb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course we had to play in the tent once it was up!!!  It was actually almost nap time. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3034/2959011402_428d2d10cb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we played for a while anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/2958174597_a4c5c94a8f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But naptime eventually had to arrive. . . no problems napping in the tent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3068/2960163321_821c6b7da4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 'kitchen' area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2960156229_19ab04df86.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole campsite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3211/2958989304_0dfa53cf1c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every campsite needs a crazy pumpkin plate holder!!!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/2960806618_be0c104847.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Wyatt was napping I left my hubby reclining in his camp chair and went home to feed horses and get my dog Sable.  Shes never been camping either!  She had a good time.  Of course during the middle of the night when the coyotes started howling she decided to get into touch with her wild side and joined in for a few courses!! Her howling is lovely but it's a little loud when she is sitting right next to my feet in our tent.  Lol.  So needless to say she got kicked off the air mattress and into the truck for the rest of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3028/2959018918_f4ea071625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another happy Sable shot!!  She was tied to a tree because she has a tendency to wander some. . always comes back. . . but didn't want to lose her on the Grasslands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3028/2959929755_23077abc8e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After naptime the boys set the grill up and decided to explore before they cooked dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/2959936095_1a0c52b2e1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2959957957_fc0c1c0a27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they set off and I did what I do. . .I watched through my camera lens.  I swear I see the best parts of life through my lens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3036/2959945971_991214b8a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were exploring I took photos of the area. . . evidently only 1 tree in 100 thinks it's Fall!  This is from the overlook we can see from our campsite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2958198495_fd29b3ce53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys brought me back a flower.  Awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3055/2960811866_58a5bb09c2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun started to set so the boys started getting a campfire ready.  (or rather Wyatt returned to playing and Daddy worked on the campfire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3175/2960820074_6e2a3d005a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided smoke is pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/2959989839_f6e604644d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/2960880890_8cf082cc53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate dinner we decided to call it an early night (it was around 9:30 or so) and Wyatt and I pilled into our tent and changed into our pajamas.  We got cuddled up on our air mattress under our many blankets and my hubby stayed up for a while and watched the fire die out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I remember is waking up around 2 a.m. and being frozen solid!!!  I tried covering Wyatt up with a blanket all the way over his head but he protested.  So we cuddled up until Sable interupted us with her singing.  After that I don't think I went back to sleep really.  So needless to say I was VERY happy to see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/2960007541_b17937e902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise!!!! Yay!!! I'm a sissy.  I climbed into my truck and turned the heater on and watched the sunrise a bit.  (The boys claimed my covers in the tent and cuddled up closer and evidently fell back asleep!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3252/2960003015_6e3353ea99.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one is my favorite shot of the trip. . lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/2960023929_d6ef5c2139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3034/2960012549_671ca2f0df.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 7a.m. two big ol' trucks and riggs pulled up RIGHT beside our campsite in the big field and unloaded these horses and took off on a ride.  Have to admire their dedication!! It was early!!  But they only road for around an hour!!  But they woke my kid up so he of course had to get up and play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/2960032479_6621241b61.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes up just as fast as it goes down evidently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3059/2960902730_8fb5a79289.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sable waited on breakfast very patiently while my husband got the fire going again!  I love fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/2960891882_d1be947cf5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the boy played in his pajamas for a while.  Oh to be a kid!!  The first thing you do in the morning is hard physcal labor but it's fun!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided that one night was enough for us and that we'd go fishing and then break camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/2959069720_47dc4c66f0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any fish in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3269/2958215023_18ee92f732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know Dad. . .that spot over there looks promising!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/2958220835_d16a820999.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well evidently the only fish Wyatt can catch are the cute little rubber ones that go on the end of kids fishing poles.  (Cause hooks are DANGEROUS on a 3 year old's line!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the end of our trip!!  We had a great time and will do it again!!  Just not anytime soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-6767471530408303576?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6767471530408303576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=6767471530408303576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/6767471530408303576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/6767471530408303576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2008/10/spivey-familys-first-camping-trip.html' title='Spivey Family&apos;s First Camping Trip!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3188/2958983696_da187fef7a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-8724138845736293371</id><published>2008-09-30T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T07:24:52.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>We lost Mary this past weekend.  We think she was killed by a fox and it has made us all very sad.  So this weekend has obviously been a little subdued with the loss  but as they say, life must go on.  Have to care for all the other animals on the place. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to that end my boy helped Daddy build a fence to keep them out of a new tree we planted and away from the electricity box because Clyde (the biggest goat) likes to wrap his horns around the main line and run it up and down.  He was going to electrocute himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6PA-XEzbTs/TbjmTMzUg1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/7OT006WXnjM/s1600/2902980615_3c44a1da50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6PA-XEzbTs/TbjmTMzUg1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/7OT006WXnjM/s320/2902980615_3c44a1da50.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3105/2902980615_3c44a1da50.jpg" title="I'm working! by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my boy gloved up!! (Stole Daddy's work gloves and put them on himself. .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjuCEMI9fao/TbjmfVPBxRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oIdiq8U--PI/s1600/2902974369_235a30e867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjuCEMI9fao/TbjmfVPBxRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oIdiq8U--PI/s320/2902974369_235a30e867.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2902974369/" title="What do you mean they are on the wrong hands? by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Mommy told him they were on backwards he looked at them skeptically and shrugged his shoulders and went on with business. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1H1xfgrRBqY/TbjmoJIjufI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vjCIAFb_1K0/s1600/2902961951_ea5751d2f5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1H1xfgrRBqY/TbjmoJIjufI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vjCIAFb_1K0/s320/2902961951_ea5751d2f5.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2902961951/" title="Okay I'll cut this right here. . by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta open the fencing roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IM81keMPfNM/TbjmwsDQmjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cySBfqH8Iqc/s1600/2902953715_fa2508cb1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IM81keMPfNM/TbjmwsDQmjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cySBfqH8Iqc/s320/2902953715_fa2508cb1c.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2902953715/" title="Almost got it. .  by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is harder than it looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pn5TxmrWYT0/Tbjm48N_pyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/c6lbwVz5taE/s1600/2902944941_85af6c15cc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pn5TxmrWYT0/Tbjm48N_pyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/c6lbwVz5taE/s320/2902944941_85af6c15cc.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2902944941/" title="Men Working by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after this one he said, "Dad! I know what the problem is!!  This is plastic!! I need a real tool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3frGGVxjtVE/TbjnEmQZHOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yKvRphlJjSA/s1600/2902967873_171355b9b6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3frGGVxjtVE/TbjnEmQZHOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yKvRphlJjSA/s320/2902967873_171355b9b6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2902967873/" title="Okay Dad, here's the plan! by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's always important to follow imaginary instructions. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSA28G4KMD4/TbjnOHdys1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/EvF-_PQLeqU/s1600/2903777398_7d2585835d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSA28G4KMD4/TbjnOHdys1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/EvF-_PQLeqU/s320/2903777398_7d2585835d.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2903777398/" title="My hubby! by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy doesn't mind having a little helper!  Even if it takes twice as long to finish the job!!  Tons more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiXEc8JjGAc/TbjnYICuxeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/b0Aw4_iVaFY/s1600/2903771592_c236046aaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiXEc8JjGAc/TbjnYICuxeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/b0Aw4_iVaFY/s320/2903771592_c236046aaa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2903771592/" title="I'm going to turn this right here. .  by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to open that roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9_yYH28Nuo/TbjnqUg-_CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/buduqc4huQM/s1600/2902916195_c19d9e12fe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9_yYH28Nuo/TbjnqUg-_CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/buduqc4huQM/s320/2902916195_c19d9e12fe.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2902916195/" title="Driving t-posts!! by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally getting down to some real work!!! Every 3 year old farm boy should know how to drive t-posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2900558918/" title="IMG_2794c by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2794c" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/2900558918_1cb07641a7.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tree they are fencing in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos from around the place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2899686441/" title="Fall color is popping up! by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fall color is popping up!" height="333" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3057/2899686441_e16b8c5eae.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall has arrived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2900547506/" title="Just a sip! by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Just a sip!" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3288/2900547506_4160bf27d2.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mack and our fish. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2899674385/" title="Like a linebacker by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Like a linebacker" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3064/2899674385_cd845c5a8b.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The new goat protector!!  She looks like a linebacker here!!  Watch out Mr. Fox! Piper is gunning for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally. . the shot of the week! lol.  Wyatt was cooped up for a few days because of allergies. . .and this is what he did for fun!!  No more potty breaks for Mommy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5U7OFDichM/Tbjn48hq8dI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h41jpicxqlw/s1600/2901190112_d59c740501_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5U7OFDichM/Tbjn48hq8dI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h41jpicxqlw/s320/2901190112_d59c740501_b.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That room was spotless less than 5 minutes before this shot.  While I was in the restroom I heard crashing and giggling. ..then he met me in the hall way looking a little nervous. . . said "I made a mess Momma!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for the kind words this week and for thinking of us during the loss of Mary.  It hasn't been easy. She was like my youngest child.  It's hard to raise something everyday of it's life and not be incredibly attached to her.  Mary was a special girl and will be greatly missed.  Here are some of the last photos taken of our girl. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2859965286/" title="Wyatt &amp;amp; Mary by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wyatt &amp;amp; Mary" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/2859965286_7a63ce40f2.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2864717944/" title="Mary, Mom will always miss you. by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mary, Mom will always miss you." src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/2864717944_a7e4c358a2.jpg" style="height: 259px; width: 385px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my sweet baby Mary.  We will miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-8724138845736293371?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/8724138845736293371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=8724138845736293371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8724138845736293371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8724138845736293371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-lost-mary-this-past-weekend.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6PA-XEzbTs/TbjmTMzUg1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/7OT006WXnjM/s72-c/2902980615_3c44a1da50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-8703653713975495022</id><published>2008-09-22T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:31:35.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Weeks of School under our belt!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/SNhxB82NIeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yMXgbzrvj5k/s1600-h/First+Day+of+School.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/SNhxB82NIeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yMXgbzrvj5k/s320/First+Day+of+School.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249069644027601378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all seems to be going well!!  Wyatt is enjoying it now and seems to be looking forward to the next time he gets to go!!!  We are still only going once a week and that's enough for Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going through a bit of a bout of terrible 3s which I guess I should have expected.  Mr. Wyatt is so terribly independent and opinionated that sometimes he and Mommy clash over the details.  Being a Mom is HARD work.  It's not always fun.  It would be so easy to just give in and let him have his way but still I say no repeatedly.  Not giving in.  It's too important.  But I can see how Mother's just give up under the pressure.  Too bad for their kids though in the long run!  Cause a 3 year old is a stubborn creature and very much wants what he wants no matter what!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good news is we are OFFICIALLY 24 hour potty trained!!  No accidents, no pull-ups, and all self sufficient for the most part!!  He even goes back to the big boy bathroom all by himself and takes care of business and, other than the occasional stop to play in the sink while he is washing his hands, we've had no problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of him.  He is quite the little man.  Tonight when we were getting cuddles before bedtime he put his arms around my neck and said. . ."I Love you Mommy!" all by himself.  Which he's done before but it's nice when it happens.  So that just goes to show even strict Mommys are loved!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-8703653713975495022?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/8703653713975495022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=8703653713975495022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8703653713975495022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8703653713975495022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-weeks-of-school-under-our-belt.html' title='3 Weeks of School under our belt!!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/SNhxB82NIeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yMXgbzrvj5k/s72-c/First+Day+of+School.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-8968298759398141531</id><published>2008-08-29T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:09:08.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I forget. . ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2806934562/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2806934562/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wanted to post Wyatt's "Official" 3 year old photo.  No professional shots this year.  Just couldn't do it.  I like mine better! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6ceIlOVAls/TbjoSrIMy9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/idF5C5xi71Y/s1600/2806934562_d3fb0012d7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6ceIlOVAls/TbjoSrIMy9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/idF5C5xi71Y/s320/2806934562_d3fb0012d7.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-8968298759398141531?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/8968298759398141531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=8968298759398141531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8968298759398141531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8968298759398141531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2008/08/before-i-forget.html' title='Before I forget. . ..'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6ceIlOVAls/TbjoSrIMy9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/idF5C5xi71Y/s72-c/2806934562_d3fb0012d7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-5115394502877809762</id><published>2008-08-29T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:10:42.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day has come!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qAokf8AUh4s/Tbjosp7__0I/AAAAAAAAAII/12AWRK7TXyA/s1600/2809625605_de049c4ee2_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qAokf8AUh4s/Tbjosp7__0I/AAAAAAAAAII/12AWRK7TXyA/s320/2809625605_de049c4ee2_b.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think my boy is potty trained!!!!  Whoo hoo!!!  Everyone do a happy dance with me!!  I'm so proud of him.  Last Saturday he just decided to wear big boy underwear and really hasn't looked back!!!  Everyone always said they'd decide when they were ready. . I just had it in my head he'd decide when he was 5!!  Proud Momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm posting from home and Wyatt is spending the night at Grami's.  He and Papaw have a HUGE tent (a real one) set up in the living room to sleep in.  I can't wait for the morning to hear how that adventure goes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-5115394502877809762?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5115394502877809762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=5115394502877809762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5115394502877809762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5115394502877809762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-has-come.html' title='The day has come!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qAokf8AUh4s/Tbjosp7__0I/AAAAAAAAAII/12AWRK7TXyA/s72-c/2809625605_de049c4ee2_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-1370477396354802947</id><published>2008-08-14T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:12:45.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to catch up on!!</title><content type='html'>Boy it's been a while!! My apologies!!  Life has been way too much fun lately!!  Wyatt turned 3 on August 2nd.  He had a wonderful birthday party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all parents say that their kid is amazing.  And I know most kids are amazing.  Actually, ALL kids are amazing!  (I mean, can you imagine learning an entire language in 2 years? Me neither) But Wyatt amazes me daily.  He says the cutest and most thoughtful things sometimes.  For instance.  This week Papaw was a little under the weather and I'm sure he heard Grami say that he "Had a Bug. . "  So Wyatt wanted to know what kind of bug? And why did he eat it?  And where was it at?  So now he is worried about catching a bug. . .lol.    He also stated after I told him he had a runny nose because he had allergies, "Why can't I give them back?"  Lol.  I told him I wished it were that easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus we have a new addition to the family.  Two nights ago when Greg came home from work (around 1 a.m.) he came inside and said, "Did you hear that sound out in the woods?  It sounds like a chihuahua is being eaten!  I told him I hadn't heard anything when I was feeding the horses(about 12:30 a.m.)  But he insisted.  He got his gun and his flashlight and as he walked out the door to investigate I told him to be sure and bring the chihuahua back with him.  Joking of course, because I thought it was likely just a coyote or something.  About 15 minutes later he walks in through the front door with. . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/2758571369_12ac3a964a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/2758571369_12ac3a964a.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2758575919/" title="Lady is very sad! by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lady is very sad!" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/2758575919_1783586efa.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A puppy!!!!!  Poor thing was nearly eaten alive by fire ants and was crawling with fleas.  So at 1:45 a.m. I doused her in flea meds and gave her some food and water and put her in the horse trailer for the night.   A much better end to the evening than the jerk who dumped her had planned for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we told Wyatt we had a surprise for him. . . and introduced him to the puppy, who we then started calling Lady (after Lady and the Tramp).  He kept asking, "Who's puppy is she?"  Because he just didn't think she was ours.  Of course he took to her like crazy and they are now safely attached at the hip.  Anytime he gets up in the living room, she gets up and follows him.  When he sits, she sits on the floor and looks at him, waiting for him to pick her up and put her on the couch with him.  (which he unfailingly obliges).  When she finally makes it on the couch she puts her two front legs in his lap and they sit quietly (well as quiet as a 3 year old can sit) and watch tv together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took her to the vet tonight because she isn't walking very good on her back legs. . the vet said that it isn't broken, but it is very swollen and we need to watch it.  She was a good girl for her first shot and her wormer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will see how she does as she grows up.  She has been the most wonderful puppy I've ever been around so far. . . she doesn't chew on anything, or anybody (which was Piper's biggest problem as a puppy) she doesn't try to play too much yet (hopefully that will improve when she feels better) and she is already doing well in the crate!!  No potty accidents either!!!  So far I'm impressed!! She may just redeem puppies in my eyes, after Piper made me swear them off for life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So more pictures!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2759591955/" title="Oh WOW!!  A Puppy?! by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oh WOW!!  A Puppy?!" height="333" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3175/2759591955_281d93961f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt sees Lady for the first time. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2760424882/" title="&amp;quot;Lean on me!&amp;quot; by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="&amp;quot;Lean on me!&amp;quot;" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/2760424882_5bd87dcea7.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's already smitten.  Leaning on her boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2760420372/" title="Wyatt and Lady by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wyatt and Lady" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3023/2760420372_b1decb22d0.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of his "Pup" as he calls her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2759609083/" title="Lady by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lady" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2759609083_a88af88c7e.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see her bum back leg in this shot! Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2755032297/" title="Piper Portrait copy by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Piper Portrait copy" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2755032297_0fee723771.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt's first "Pup" Piper at a year and a half! And only 100 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkMfcnq7TM4/TbjpFffzqQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KAdz9lveuJw/s1600/2747962371_041d19f080_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkMfcnq7TM4/TbjpFffzqQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KAdz9lveuJw/s320/2747962371_041d19f080_b.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2747962371/" title="Wyatt loves Wall-E by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall-E is a BIG favorite Aunt Nana!! Thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhsVhDl2irU/TbjpGabSZjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PIboAmcmyBY/s1600/2742928223_21b08084ee_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhsVhDl2irU/TbjpGabSZjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PIboAmcmyBY/s320/2742928223_21b08084ee_b.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2742928223/" title="Wyatt by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2734883322/" title="Wyatt and Cailyn! by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wyatt and Cailyn!" height="333" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3058/2734883322_040d70545d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First kiss!! Lol.  That's Cailyn, my best friend's little girl, on her 1st birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2733727309/" title="Dani and Wyatt by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dani and Wyatt" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/2733727309_39b27f3601.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt and Dani!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2733710491/" title="Hmmm. . how old are you? by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hmmm. . how old are you?" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/2733710491_fbf7f6a0df.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2733720244/" title="BLOWWW!!! by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="BLOWWW!!!" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/2733720244_7ce2866c8d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out the candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2729508628/" title="Wyatt and Cole by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wyatt and Cole" height="333" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3042/2729508628_6b903ed245.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt and Cole!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2728908538/" title="3rd Birthday Boy!! by Lightning Bug Creek, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="3rd Birthday Boy!!" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3188/2728908538_c0c3a5ebce.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little birthday cheese to wrap it up!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-1370477396354802947?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1370477396354802947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=1370477396354802947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/1370477396354802947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/1370477396354802947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2008/08/lots-to-catch-up-on.html' title='Lots to catch up on!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/2758571369_12ac3a964a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-8653145846945454880</id><published>2008-06-11T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:14:20.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Momma, Let Me Grow Up!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3033/2551558840_2e86a7b84d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt has officially informed me he will not be a baby forever, no matter how much I wish he would!  Today as we were swimming in the pool he was all on his own with his swimmies.  All over the pool he went.  No help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He caught me looking a bit sad and said "What's wrong Momma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grami told him "Momma is sad her boy is growing up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then said "Momma, Let me grow up!"  And I smiled and said "okay".  Then I got a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day he amazes me by what he knows.  We have long conversations about everything.  We are definitely in the "Why" phase.  I'm pretty sure the "Why" phase would test even the most stoic nun. I try my hardest to answer each little question but sometimes when he asks why and he knows the answer I just smile and say "Because!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cute story I don't want to forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago we drove to town to drop our friends dog off at their house.  We had big plans to go to the zoo.  On the way I realized I had forgotten my zoo membership so I told Wyatt I didn't have my tickets and we'd have to come back another day.  He was sad but he was understanding.  The next day I found my zoo pass in the pocket of a pair of jeans about to go into the wash and I yelled out "Found it!"  Wyatt of course came running and said "Yay!!  Now we can go to the zoo!! "  I told him that we couldn't because we had spent our zoo food money the day before and didn't have enough to go.  So he got real quiet and looked at the floor thinking.  Then he looked up at me with those big blue eyes and said mater-of-factly, "I've got money, Momma."  Trying not to laugh I said, "Oh yeah? How much?"  And without missing a beat he said "Fifty dollars!" and handed me a dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt and I were driving with Grami in our car and I mentioned he needed a hair cut.  He of course starts in saying he doesn't and then gets quiet.  Grami and I go about our conversation and he doesn't say anything for a little while.  Then after it had been a few minutes he says, "Momma, I brushed my hair now so it doesn't need to get cut.  It won't grow anymore." And looking back in the rear view mirror I saw him running his hand over his head flattening his hair to his head "brushing" it.  Problem solved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking a lot of pictures lately so I thought I'd share a few here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3157/2550688047_7f07a501a9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3157/2550688047_7f07a501a9.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-8653145846945454880?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/8653145846945454880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=8653145846945454880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8653145846945454880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8653145846945454880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2008/06/momma-let-me-grow-up.html' title='&quot;Momma, Let Me Grow Up!&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3157/2550688047_7f07a501a9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-7652419014822935845</id><published>2008-03-31T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:30:11.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Out With Thomas</title><content type='html'>Wyatt is a huge Thomas fan.  We're talking huge.  He eats, sleeps, and plays all day around Thomas.  So we knew as soon as Thomas came to town we had to go.  Grami bought tickets months ago!!  Finally this weekend arrived and Wyatt got to meet Thomas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He of course was very excited!!  And said "Wow! He's Big!" when he touched Thomas.  Oh and he said, "His buffers are so clean!" Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2376707888/" title="Thomas the Tank Engine by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3044/2376707888_58464f1c84.jpg" alt="Thomas the Tank Engine" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thomas pulling the Grapevine Vintage Railroad cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2376636276/" title="Meeting Thomas by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2400/2376636276_ea80f3a8b4.jpg" alt="Meeting Thomas" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meeting Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2375826695/" title="Thomas the Tank Engine by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3028/2375826695_1fd70977ce.jpg" alt="Thomas the Tank Engine" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to get on the train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2375845599/" title="Papaw Kisses by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2271/2375845599_daea149064.jpg" alt="Papaw Kisses" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving Papaw kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2375866885/" title="Riding on Thomas by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2347/2375866885_f88f723a15.jpg" alt="Riding on Thomas" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt riding on Thomas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's it for us for today!!  Spring is here so many more adventures are on the horizon!!!  Bluebonnets should be coming up soon!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-7652419014822935845?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/7652419014822935845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=7652419014822935845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/7652419014822935845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/7652419014822935845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-out-with-thomas.html' title='A Day Out With Thomas'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3044/2376707888_58464f1c84_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-2462474568358633149</id><published>2008-03-27T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:59:54.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Boy</title><content type='html'>Well we have made it the entire month and went to pick up Mickey and Minnie our new baby goats today!!!  We decided since they are tiny to take them home in a dog kennel.  Saves a lot of gas from taking the trailer!!  Plus it was much easier to drive!  Wyatt was so excited and he thought it was hilarious that the goats were in the back of the Tahoe.  Everytime they talked he would talk back to them.  Pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our initial introduction to Meg didn't go so well. . she kept trying to run them into the fence so we kicked her out of her pen and will let her get to know them from outside the pen for a few days before I add them all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey and Minnie are just adorable!!  They are super tame and are going to be so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I took a lot of pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2367984256/" title="Mickey Mouse  by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2231/2367984256_64290221dc.jpg" alt="Mickey Mouse " height="400" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mickey Mouse.  (was going to just be Mickey but Wyatt insists his whole name is "Mickey Mouse" and I've learned not to argue with a 2 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2367144249/" title="Mickey and Minnie's new house by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2102/2367144249_a92aed9cf3.jpg" alt="Mickey and Minnie's new house" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;New home.  They are so tiny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2367964506/" title="Wyatt loves Minnie by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2239/2367964506_034e0c89a1.jpg" alt="Wyatt loves Minnie" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wyatt loves Minnie.  Both the babies are very tame and didn't mind being held.  It may look like he is holding on tight to her but he really wasn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2367111945/" title="Farm Boy by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/2367111945_27f4cfc39a.jpg" alt="Farm Boy" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2367100181/" title="Wyatt loves Mickey by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2185/2367100181_90135243c3.jpg" alt="Wyatt loves Mickey" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mickey is actually tamer than Minnie but not by much.  He will actually come to you where Minnie waits for you to come to her.  Wyatt was a good boy helping get them fed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2367075993/" title="Really tame baby! by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2142/2367075993_6e505d5c5a.jpg" alt="Really tame baby!" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2367065215/" title="Mickey and Minnie by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2129/2367065215_65be04766f.jpg" alt="Mickey and Minnie" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Siblings!!  They are really attached to each other so I'm really glad they get to live out their lives together!!  It must be hard to lose your Mommy!  But they've got a built in buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2367146717/" title="What's going on over here? by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2302/2367146717_3554c5ced2.jpg" alt="What's going on over here?" height="400" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The peanut gallery.  Sterling and Sonora were very interested in the new babies.  (you can tell I just yelled at them to quit pushing on the fence because Sterling has backed away from it and Sonora is just pushing right on.  Young animals of all species must have a filter in their brain for my voice. . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it from me!!  It's becoming a regular old farm out here!!  Now I just need Chickens!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-2462474568358633149?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2462474568358633149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=2462474568358633149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/2462474568358633149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/2462474568358633149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2008/03/farm-boy.html' title='Farm Boy'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2231/2367984256_64290221dc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-3391601864836447410</id><published>2008-03-11T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:21:43.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Texas!!</title><content type='html'>It's been a few days but I wanted to post some pics for those of you who haven't seen them.  I copied and pasted from a forum I'm a member of. . sorry about that!  It's midnight here and if I wrote much I'd be up until 1 a.m!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it finally snowed.  I didn't think we would get any this year then bam!!  The most snow I've ever seen in my entire life fell!  We got 9 inches which is a ton for this area!  So of course all my pictures are of snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt and Daddy playing catch the snow on your tongue when it first started. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2315340924/" title="Catching Snow Flakes by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Catching Snow Flakes" height="333" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/2315340924_a01f6882bc.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2328497084/" title="IMG_5700 by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_5700" height="333" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3247/2328497084_ca250678dd.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being cute for Mommy's snow pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2315335312/" title="Snow Boys by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Snow Boys" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2009/2315335312_995d842dc8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite enough snow for snow angels yet. . just give it an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2314556667/" title="Snow Angles by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Snow Angles" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2025/2314556667_9b08d94612.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning it was great!!  The snow was too powdery for Snow men which was sad but it was lots of fun to dig in and trudge through. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2327675321/" title="IMG_5932 by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_5932" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/2327675321_09c096cfe2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the dirt at the top of that picture is the ground under our 'roof', so no snow there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2327671161/" title="IMG_5927 by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_5927" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2384/2327671161_a08d1421e7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2316269345/" title="Snow Day by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Snow Day" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2402/2316269345_1803b042c0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course I had to take pictures of various critters in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt LOVES snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2328484432/" title="IMG_5877 by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_5877" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2162/2328484432_6f4fd4685e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the cardinals like the snow. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2315563850/" title="Snowy Perch by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Snowy Perch" height="333" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2315563850_acf7db5b4c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clyde DOES NOT LIKE SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2314455943/" title="Clyde is not impressed by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Clyde is not impressed" height="333" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3147/2314455943_4902b05a88.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper LOVES Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2327688039/" title="IMG_5851 by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_5851" height="333" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3010/2327688039_b71a8e2fff.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2328509522/" title="IMG_5854 by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_5854" height="333" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3148/2328509522_f0f8c80ff0.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horses DO NOT LIKE SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2328503232/" title="IMG_5782 by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_5782" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2018/2328503232_8432869e68.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2149/2327703201_5cf4e8c5d6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2149/2327703201_5cf4e8c5d6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sterling needs a bath!!  She is normally the color of the snow!!  And she got a bath today, and then promptly rolled in the mud.  I tell ya, it never ends around here.  (oh and she broke her blanket so she was naked!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-3391601864836447410?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3391601864836447410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=3391601864836447410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/3391601864836447410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/3391601864836447410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow-in-texas.html' title='Snow in Texas!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/2315340924_a01f6882bc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-6790779924466830085</id><published>2008-01-29T20:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:22:46.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Worth Stock Show and Rodeo</title><content type='html'>Momma had a busy weekend!  One of my best friends came up from College Station to show at the Fort Worth Stock Show and I of course went along as groom and company!!  Lots of exhausting hours and it was the longest I've ever been away from Wyatt!!  I dropped my boy off at Grami's on Thursday night and Daddy picked him up with Grandma to meet me at the Stock Show on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a great time and took a ton of pics.  Not all of them are of Wyatt. . but I'll try and share just my favs here with ya'll and then some of Wyatt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for anyone interested in seeing a ton of horsey shots at the Palomino show feel free to visit my entire album in it's entirety but don't say I didn't warn you!&lt;a href="http://pets.webshots.com/album/562293323uADwkY"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Webshots.com" src="http://thumb12.webshots.net/t/69/169/0/21/31/2800021310039807832RQnWsR_th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2224902671/" title="Lunging by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lunging" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2133/2224902671_65731e4eb6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friday night, Danna and Trigger warmed up outside the arena they were to compete in the next day.  Trigger wasn't really being all that good a boy but he sure made some interesting shots possible. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2225687080/" title="Lunging in the makeup area by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lunging in the makeup area" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2282/2225687080_c5a5a9afc8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trigger is gorgeous!  I must admit being around a show groomed horse made me feel like my kids are woolly yaks.  Oh well.. . .Spring will be here before I know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2329/2224907307_63fa263d41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2329/2224907307_63fa263d41.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2224907307/" title="Taking it in by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigger sees the Justin arena for the first time.  (I liked this one a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2224911017/" title="Warming Up by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Warming Up" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2280/2224911017_41bf254f8c.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taken from the sky box area overhead.  Danna really liked this shot.  I was experimenting.  There was a window in front of me with a really tight mesh pattern on it and I had to shoot through it. . .  go me!  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2224936681/" title="Trigger's eye by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Trigger's eye" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2330/2224936681_ec71fb65bd.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taken on Sunday in the makeup area of the show ring.  For some reason they got to show in the big arena that day so I was VERY excited to be able to take a ton of pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2225716156/" title="A little love by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="A little love" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2412/2225716156_d8406795c1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Danna and Trigger in a special moment before their class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2225738802/" title="In the makeup area by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="In the makeup area" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2289/2225738802_854c8d63c0.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Proof that we are in the big arena!!!  This is were they hold the rodeo and when I was in High School I got to ride there a few times and it was amazing to me!!   Funny how I'm still in awe of the arena today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2225744778/" title="Art Deco at Will Rogers by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Art Deco at Will Rogers" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2017/2225744778_b956b04750.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A really cool building at the Will Roger's complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now on to Wyatt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2574158050039807832RvClrG"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4184" src="http://inlinethumb49.webshots.com/39984/2574158050039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wyatt helped Mommy pick stalls before Danna loaded Trigger up. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2590761240039807832kgbfIP"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4179" src="http://inlinethumb32.webshots.com/33695/2590761240039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then he gave Trigger some loving while Trigger finished his breakfast.  Trigger had finished all his showing by this point and I'm pretty sure he was a happy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2224959019/" title="Lots of fun by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lots of fun" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2229/2224959019_5359b09fb4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then we headed to the Midway after we said goodbye to Danna and Trigger.  Daddy and Wyatt slid down the giant slide!  Wyatt thought it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my baby informed me I was "too big" to ride on the choo choo he wanted to ride on so he would "Do it by myself!"  This was a very big moment for Mommy because I thought he was too young but he wasn't.  He did great.  Even let himself out of the seat when it was over.  Sniff. My baby is growing up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2644536620039807832csfsqQ"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4204" src="http://inlinethumb35.webshots.com/39842/2644536620039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2870013060039807832orLVJc"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4208" src="http://inlinethumb63.webshots.com/22462/2870013060039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my little brave man informed me that he wanted to ride on the Ferris Wheel . He also tried to inform Daddy and I that we were too big to ride with him but Mommy insisted he had to ride with Daddy.  (Can you imagine!)  Grandma and I decided to sit it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so proud of himself after he was done!!  He came running over to see me!!!  Such a cutie!!!  I was proud of him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2808620110039807832lRGBGp"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4221" src="http://inlinethumb12.webshots.com/35211/2808620110039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2071054740039807832BCnpTy"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4225" src="http://inlinethumb55.webshots.com/118/2071054740039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that my camera and I had a bit of a falling out for a second and this cute shot was overexposed.  But I'm including it anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2873542480039807832zbvDYP"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4215" src="http://inlinethumb57.webshots.com/21688/2873542480039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2622241460039807832hDeWXE"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4238" src="http://inlinethumb44.webshots.com/4651/2622241460039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Watching the Hereford auction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyspivey/2224970575/" title="On the block by Equine_Woman, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="On the block" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2343/2224970575_2cacea4b78.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt was really impressed by the Hereford auction.  The West arena is famous for the fine auctions put on there.  We had to sit and watch for a while. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for me!  Sorry it has been so long between updates!!  Life has been good and I guess I need to remember to update more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-6790779924466830085?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6790779924466830085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=6790779924466830085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/6790779924466830085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/6790779924466830085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2008/01/fort-worth-stock-show-and-rodeo.html' title='Fort Worth Stock Show and Rodeo'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2133/2224902671_65731e4eb6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-5024930408257382346</id><published>2007-11-14T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:03:11.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying the darndest things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rztwdr-xW6I/AAAAAAAAADY/qoKYDA__r1Y/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rztwdr-xW6I/AAAAAAAAADY/qoKYDA__r1Y/s320/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132819855643335586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going very well at the moment!  I haven't blogged in a while though so I thought I'd start a blog that lists the things Wyatt says that crack me up.  It seems like everyday something new pops out of him and makes me wonder where he came up with it.  (of course some things I KNOW the origin of. . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like "Oh Man!" which is from Grami&lt;br /&gt;and "Shoot" which is from Papaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after Greg told him "No." his reply was, "Don't talk to me like that Daddy."  Which proceeded to crack me up for at least 10 minutes as it was an exact impression of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep my 2 year old has shown up and the terrible twos have ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as he was going to bed he cried "But I don't like going night-night!!!"  Which I thought was a very well put together sentence, especially considering the duress he was under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while shopping for muffins he said, "Momma! Let's get out of here, this place is crazy!!"  I have no idea where that one came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear there are about 100 more that my poor brain can't recall.  So I'm sure I'll be back to post some more.  Such a fun age!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-5024930408257382346?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5024930408257382346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=5024930408257382346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5024930408257382346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5024930408257382346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/11/saying-darndest-things.html' title='Saying the darndest things!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rztwdr-xW6I/AAAAAAAAADY/qoKYDA__r1Y/s72-c/Picture+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-8919676274607693946</id><published>2007-10-08T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T07:50:27.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rwo_q-aRZeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/U4Rwia0_Ckw/s1600-h/DSCN6591cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rwo_q-aRZeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/U4Rwia0_Ckw/s320/DSCN6591cc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118973934000236002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has settled back into a normal routine.  Well some-what normal routine.  Wyatt and I have been out and about enjoying the area and have had some adventures we wanted to share!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday of last week Wyatt and I decided to head out and find adventure!!  We decided to visit Cabelas for the first time.  A lot of Moms had recommend that we visit and I can certainly see why!!  There were stuffed critters everywhere!!  They were set up in dioramas all over the place!  Some of which were two stories high!!  Wyatt kept pointing and staring every which way his eyes turned.  There was a plane on the ceiling and muskox and polar bears, and moose, etc. . . .   We spent two hours looking at critters.  We also ate lunch at their little deli.  It was very yummy and I enjoyed my lunch date.  Then to wrap things up we sampled fudge!  Lots and Lots of fudge!!  Yummy!!  I can certainly see that Cabelas might be a fun trip once a month!  Can't beat free. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RwpDZOaRZgI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jdj7yNIgCJQ/s1600-h/DSCN6543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RwpDZOaRZgI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jdj7yNIgCJQ/s320/DSCN6543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118978027104069122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went to visit Aunt Liz at Papaw and Grami's house and were pleasantly surprised to find Aunt Susie, Tanya and Cole visiting as well.  Cole and Wyatt didn't play too much together but it sure was fun watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening Dad, Grami, Wyatt and I went to the Corn Maze and pumpkin patch.  Wyatt really enjoyed it!  He loves pumpkins and ran around looking at them all.  He walked through the entire maze holding Daddy's hand and a flashlight.  It was very cute.  This was Wyatt's 3rd time at the pumpkin patch and corn maze.  It is a neat tradition that I hope we continue for years to come.  In fact I think we will go back another time this year because Wyatt enjoyed it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rwo-JuaRZbI/AAAAAAAAACk/kaA_C81CqZM/s1600-h/DSCN0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rwo-JuaRZbI/AAAAAAAAACk/kaA_C81CqZM/s320/DSCN0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118972263257957810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rwo_EOaRZdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xbwYgff7EuM/s1600-h/DSCN2538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rwo_EOaRZdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xbwYgff7EuM/s320/DSCN2538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118973268280305106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;October, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RwpB3eaRZfI/AAAAAAAAADE/_-lC560Pl5o/s1600-h/DSCN6586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RwpB3eaRZfI/AAAAAAAAADE/_-lC560Pl5o/s320/DSCN6586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118976347771856370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saturday is Little Gym day and Wyatt had invited his friend Colin to go with him!!  Wyatt arrived first with Grami while I went and helped Sherri find the Gym.  When Colin walked into the room Wyatt just yelled out "COLIN!!!" and was so excited!  He ran and grabbed his hand and they sat in circle together.  The entire class Wyatt spent looking for Colin.  (Colin seemed to have a good time, he's made for that kind of class.  Such a good climber.)  Wyatt didn't spend any time with Miss Kerri, his teacher.  The previous week he grabbed her hand 3 times and drug her with him, then this week nothing.  I told her he was keeping her grounded.  Can't be worshiped all the time after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day we shopped and Wyatt got some good fall clothes!  Then of course he rode the carousel at Grapevine Mills Mall.  It's amazing to me that as soon as he drives up to that mall he yells "Horsey!!"  and knows that the carousel is in there somewhere.  It's not like we go to the mall very often but I guess that is just burned into his memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to Wyatt's first wedding.  It was lovely and he behaved great.  We didn't stay long because it was an outdoor event and the mosquitoes were starting to feast on my legs as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Cole and his Mommy an Daddy came over to Grami and Papaw's again.  Wyatt informed Grami that morning that he wanted to go to Colin's house instead but by the time Cole got there he was happy again to be at Grami's.  Cole and Wyatt played great together. I guess Friday was the introduction period.  I think Wyatt really wants some friends.  He just followed Cole around and did everything he did.  He had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://inlinethumb50.webshots.com/5041/2172292550039807832S600x600Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://inlinethumb50.webshots.com/5041/2172292550039807832S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week promises to be busy as well.  Today we have to run a ton of errands, tomorrow the lawn mower repairman is coming so we have to stay home.  Then Wednesday the floor repair guy is coming, so another day stuck at home.  But Friday we are going to the zoo one way or another!!  There is a cold front coming through tonight and then another on Thursday so maybe it will actually feel like fall by Friday!!!  I'm ready for cool weather!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt has learned to count to 8 although he usually says six twice instead of seven but I think it's quite an accomplishment considering no one has worked with him on it.  It's pretty cute hearing him count things.  And he is really good at identifying "two" and "three" of things.  He hands me cars and can say "two cars" or "three cars" depending on how many he has in his hands.  Pretty smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately we have been watching "Wyatt movies" which are home videos.  Wyatt watches one from when he was not even a year old over and over and over again.  He loves it.  I can see why, he can see Grami and Papaw and Mommy and Daddy on TV.  Not to mentions that "cute" Wyatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to watch Wyatt's first birthday.  It sure beats Handy Manny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-8919676274607693946?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/8919676274607693946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=8919676274607693946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8919676274607693946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8919676274607693946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/10/normal.html' title='Normal!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rwo_q-aRZeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/U4Rwia0_Ckw/s72-c/DSCN6591cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-3398831227695031533</id><published>2007-09-24T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T15:30:01.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting sneaky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rvg5Y-aRZaI/AAAAAAAAACc/7-DILIl8Ugk/s1600-h/DSCN6381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rvg5Y-aRZaI/AAAAAAAAACc/7-DILIl8Ugk/s320/DSCN6381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113900478112032162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt is growing by leaps and bounds.  He amazes me everyday by what he has learned.  He knows all the basic colors and can pick them out of a big bunch quickly.  He can sort of count to 3 on his own.  His vocabulary is getting so big I don't even recognize when he learns a new word anymore.  But today I thought I'd share something that really cracks me up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is getting so sneaky!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap time and Bedtime have really become a hassle because he is starting to come up with plans on how to stall the inevitable.  Most of the time it is just "Water!" hollered out a few moments after you've shut the door.  That one I can deal with!  And on a very fast side note today he called me back in there and handed me two water sippies and said "Two waters", which I thought was very astute of him.  Usually he just says "More waters" when there are more than one of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back on topic.  Today he went to nap very easily and seemed to be resigned to the fact that he had to take a nap.  I was completely suckered in.  An hour went by and while I was cooking some cookies for an after nap treat I heard the sound of two toys clicking together.  I knew then that he was out of bed.  I walked towards his door and as the floor creeked under me I heard little bitty footfalls running in his room and then the bed creek and as I opened the door I just barely caught him smoothing out his bed covers and trying to act like he was never up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all I could do not to bust out laughing.  I remember doing stuff like that to my Mother so I know exactly what his little mind was thinking!  Poor little guy still had to take a nap but Mommy was so amused that she told him he could have a cookie when he wakes up.  He didn't get back up out of bed again but I'm pretty sure that wasn't the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a picture of the toys that alerted me to his naughtiness.  I'm not sure how he figured I wouldn't notice them under the door.  I guess maybe he hasn't reached that developmental milestone yet. . . and heaven help me when he does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RvglbuaRZZI/AAAAAAAAACU/YKBoyMs1ZW0/s1600-h/DSCN6387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RvglbuaRZZI/AAAAAAAAACU/YKBoyMs1ZW0/s320/DSCN6387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113878535124116882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-3398831227695031533?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3398831227695031533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=3398831227695031533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/3398831227695031533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/3398831227695031533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/09/getting-sneaky.html' title='Getting sneaky!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rvg5Y-aRZaI/AAAAAAAAACc/7-DILIl8Ugk/s72-c/DSCN6381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-8422493596956370445</id><published>2007-08-28T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:46:46.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the museum!</title><content type='html'>Just one more week until Daddy goes back to work so we are taking full advantage of our time with him!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been planning on going to the Omni with Wyatt for a long time and finally this past Monday we actually went!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d do a picture report of our day so all the people who couldn’t come could see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out and the first think Wyatt saw was a big ol’ Dinosaur!!!!!!  Of course he thought that was really “Cool”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2588118080039807832BYKDHS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb16.webshots.com/11407/2588118080039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="We visited the Fort Worth Museum of Natural History and went to the Omni!!  Wyatt thought this d" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we bought our tickets and stood in line very patiently to see the first showing of Dolphins.  Wyatt loved being loose and stayed with us the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2118998550039807832TANHGs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb56.webshots.com/12855/2118998550039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Waiting very patiently to get to go into the Omni theater." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best picture I could get without a tripod in the dark.  Cameras weren’t really allowed in the theater.  For those of you who have never been to the Omni it is a dome Imax that makes you feel like you are moving while you watch the film.  It’s really neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2816522970039807832NmhmIq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb15.webshots.com/11982/2816522970039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Mommy and her non tripod, non flash attempts at pictures in the theater." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best shot of the lower level and a tiny fraction of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2185650660039807832KAilcD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb23.webshots.com/12950/2185650660039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="The theater (or the bottom 1/15th of it." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt had his first drink from a water fountain after the movie and he thought it was “Cool” too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2969295820039807832AtZAvf"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb03.webshots.com/11202/2969295820039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN5808" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get a shot of the purple walls as we left the theater because they remind me of my Granddaddy.  He always took me to the Omni when I was little and I always got so excited when I saw those purple walls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2230739910039807832JlXmTF"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb29.webshots.com/11740/2230739910039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Mommy had to get a shot of the purple walls because she loves them.  They remind her of her Gran" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Star Wars Exhibit is a traveling exhibit, which is about to leave our town so we were lucky to get to see it!!  It had a lot of neat stuff used in the movies and some of the science that has been inspired by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2653354690039807832HkjXFP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb17.webshots.com/12176/2653354690039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="The museum is hosting a Star Wars exhibit which is REALLY cool!!  Lots of props and science stuf" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2806228310039807832HvDoVy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb02.webshots.com/14273/2806228310039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Cool" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2520946510039807832DvrxWP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb24.webshots.com/12695/2520946510039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN5812" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy pushed Wyatt way up close to this scary creature. (not sure why) and I was worried that he might be afraid of it but Wyatt just busted out with “SNOW PUPPY!!!”  So cute I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2127505380039807832opVxXO"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb56.webshots.com/11319/2127505380039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Wyatt called that ice creature a " snow="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2893487100039807832VyDzRj"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb59.webshots.com/12410/2893487100039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN5814" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2379555860039807832HpPlaV"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb35.webshots.com/13858/2379555860039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN5817" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan McGregor wore that outfit on the right!!!  Drool . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2979910260039807832fIpdMS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb37.webshots.com/11172/2979910260039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN5819" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2691947470039807832DXShVN"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb41.webshots.com/11944/2691947470039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN5823" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2216509890039807832pKFSZK"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb07.webshots.com/13510/2216509890039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN5824" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt is already half the height of Harrison Ford!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2195124260039807832oyvSAe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb18.webshots.com/12817/2195124260039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Wyatt is almost half the height of Harrison Ford evidently." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2638178330039807832wjFROO"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb15.webshots.com/14222/2638178330039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN5827" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished up the Star Wars exhibit and went to find something fun for Wyatt to do.  The penny vortex has been at the museum since I was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2399727900039807832nZLAMS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb06.webshots.com/10821/2399727900039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Watching the pennies also reminded me of Granddaddy.  Wyatt liked it a lot." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to touch Mammoth tusks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2710219130039807832LzUtlh"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb11.webshots.com/10762/2710219130039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Cool! Mammoth tusks!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And play with big bubble tubes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2392733100039807832CIPCqZ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb18.webshots.com/14033/2392733100039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Really big hands!!!  And lots of bubbles!!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy and Wyatt are making the same exact fake smile here in front of the dinosaur bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2322425010039807832prvXeh"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb06.webshots.com/11205/2322425010039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN5837" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum has a really great area in the basement that is for kids 1 – 6.  It had trains to drive and cars at the atm, phones to call on, a grocery store and a neat water play area with a pretend boat.  I could tell a lot of Moms had passes to the museum just so their kids could meet and play while Mom sat on a bench and chatted with other Moms.  Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2189814470039807832lpcGpX"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb08.webshots.com/14023/2189814470039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="The museum has a really great area for toddlers to get 'hands on' time with fun toys." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2150231370039807832jyYlyW"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb04.webshots.com/14083/2150231370039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Wyatt checks out with a bunch of fruit!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2226305190039807832lWkrhJ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb47.webshots.com/13742/2226305190039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Daddy helped steer a little bit because the buggy had a bum tire." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2774956390039807832uvgRAi"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb64.webshots.com/10879/2774956390039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN5844" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2626254460039807832iXfxLl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb42.webshots.com/13865/2626254460039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Cool water room!!!  Wyatt loved this area a lot!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt kept handing everyone this “Star Fish”.  I guess he is learning his shapes after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2663671880039807832JgcrBS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb09.webshots.com/13192/2663671880039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN5846" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2877626010039807832nqSqQT"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb63.webshots.com/11774/2877626010039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN5851" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2072856870039807832SlQksC"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb45.webshots.com/14252/2072856870039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN5853" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the National Cowgirl Museum and Hall of Fame but decided that we would come back without Wyatt sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to our car Wyatt spotted this “Daddy Turtle” that he just had to go check out.  He gave it a hugged and then pointed to it so that we wouldn’t miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2057841070039807832dxRcnN"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb33.webshots.com/12704/2057841070039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN5856" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really glad we got to go the museum because it is shutting down September 3rd for a long overdue overhaul and who knows what it will look like when it reopens.  Bets are it won’t be anything like what I know and remember from my childhood.  I missed my Granddaddy a lot during our trip but I’m glad I got to go see it one more time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-8422493596956370445?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/8422493596956370445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=8422493596956370445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8422493596956370445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8422493596956370445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/08/trip-to-museum.html' title='A trip to the museum!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-7563040533461144350</id><published>2007-08-17T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:24:20.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've got pumpkins!</title><content type='html'>I’m a fall nut.  A Really big fall nut!!  Like I start dreaming of fall decorations in springtime.  And today my land has made my year!!  Greg insisted we had a pumpkin patch growing in our woods and I kept telling him he was wrong that it was just wild gourds. . . well he took pictures and proved me wrong!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE A PUMPKIN PATCH!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wracked my brain as to where they could have come from and remembered that last year I threw out our old pumpkin into the woods!!  YAY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been this excited about anything in a long time!!  I’m such a dork!!  Anyways, I just sent Greg out to cut one of the pumpkins for us to look at and I took some pictures of my boys with it!  Wyatt is so excited.  He doesn't even know why we are excited but he keeps running around going "Pumpkins!".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of our pumpkins and my boys!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-and-garden.webshots.com/photo/2445567560039807832zuqsQY"&gt;&lt;img alt="We have PUMPKINS!!!!!!!!" height="300" src="http://inlinethumb51.webshots.com/7346/2445567560039807832S600x600Q85.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-and-garden.webshots.com/photo/2665483270039807832zFHusW"&gt;&lt;img alt="Beautiful!!  These guys grew from a pumpkin we threw out last year and I am so stinking excited!" height="300" src="http://inlinethumb08.webshots.com/11079/2665483270039807832S600x600Q85.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-and-garden.webshots.com/photo/2788156520039807832BRPcbT"&gt;&lt;img alt="I've got big plans for my pumpkins!!!  " height="300" src="http://inlinethumb24.webshots.com/9495/2788156520039807832S600x600Q85.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-and-garden.webshots.com/photo/2318294240039807832OOfiWd"&gt;&lt;img alt="giving the pumpkins some love!" src="http://inlinethumb22.webshots.com/10069/2318294240039807832S600x600Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-and-garden.webshots.com/photo/2627880660039807832NnKSUV"&gt;&lt;img alt="YAY!!!!" src="http://inlinethumb58.webshots.com/10489/2627880660039807832S600x600Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-7563040533461144350?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/7563040533461144350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=7563040533461144350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/7563040533461144350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/7563040533461144350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-fall-nut.html' title='We&apos;ve got pumpkins!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-1726668480036838382</id><published>2007-07-31T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:18:24.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years Down, A Lifetime To Go.</title><content type='html'>My goodness time flies!  I can't believe my baby's second birthday is in two days.  It seems like just yesterday that I was floating in the pool trying to stay cool while being as big as a house. I remember thinking that life would never be the same again and I was right.  Wyatt has certainly changed everything around!  Everything seems more colorful because of him.  Sad things are sadder, Happy things are Happier.  I know that doesn't make sense but I can't quite figure out how to put it into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I thought I'd post some comparison pictures of my baby when he was just born and then some of him recently.  It's amazing to me the difference.  And even though it seems like a life time has passed really it hasn't been that long at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just born. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_1dCqBbpI/AAAAAAAAABc/bFYmM8hmQIE/s1600-h/DSCN0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_1dCqBbpI/AAAAAAAAABc/bFYmM8hmQIE/s320/DSCN0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093559582857457298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_2AiqBbqI/AAAAAAAAABk/-hWBV-73erI/s1600-h/DSCN0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_2AiqBbqI/AAAAAAAAABk/-hWBV-73erI/s320/DSCN0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093560192742813346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_2gyqBbrI/AAAAAAAAABs/K93QUimfsQs/s1600-h/DSCN0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_2gyqBbrI/AAAAAAAAABs/K93QUimfsQs/s320/DSCN0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093560746793594546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At one. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_3JiqBbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HXoZ5jNCS_s/s1600-h/DSCN1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_3JiqBbsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HXoZ5jNCS_s/s320/DSCN1089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093561446873263810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_3syqBbtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A49iiHtymYo/s1600-h/DSCN1992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_3syqBbtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A49iiHtymYo/s320/DSCN1992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093562052463652562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost two. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_56SqBbuI/AAAAAAAAACE/_C3KZ-B3oBY/s1600-h/DSCN5249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_56SqBbuI/AAAAAAAAACE/_C3KZ-B3oBY/s320/DSCN5249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093564483415142114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_7PyqBbvI/AAAAAAAAACM/HE_4j7KZLqI/s1600-h/DSCN5294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_7PyqBbvI/AAAAAAAAACM/HE_4j7KZLqI/s320/DSCN5294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093565952293957362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday my baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-1726668480036838382?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1726668480036838382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=1726668480036838382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/1726668480036838382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/1726668480036838382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/07/two-years-down-lifetime-to-go.html' title='Two Years Down, A Lifetime To Go.'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rq_1dCqBbpI/AAAAAAAAABc/bFYmM8hmQIE/s72-c/DSCN0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-8562165427333883935</id><published>2007-07-03T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:05:39.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RosbwH9aZBI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ed8V1DxjfGs/s1600-h/DSCN5085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RosbwH9aZBI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ed8V1DxjfGs/s320/DSCN5085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083187118002037778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well another birthday has come and gone and I just don't know where the time has gone.  I'm 28 years old and although I don't feel younger I certainly don't feel this old either.  I'm going to be 30 soon and I suddenly realize how young that actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was very low key this year and I must say I spent most of it forgetting it was my birthday.  Mommy brain.  Sometimes I feel like Dory from Finding Nemo.  Except I'm not blue and I certainly can't speak whale.   Wyatt loved my birthday because his friend Colin came over with his Mommy and Daddy and they got to play together at Grami's house.  Wyatt grabbed Colin's hand and led him into his room to show him all the fun toys he had there.  It was very cute.  And I enjoyed getting to hangout with my friend Sherri, although I get to hang out with her every weekend usually.  But I wouldn't mind hanging out with her daily so what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quiet here on the home front for the last month or so.  Greg put together Wyatt's big boy bed and Wyatt made the switch to it without any fuss.  He goes to bed when he is supposed to, never gets out of it unless a parent says he can and sleeps thru the night and nap time without a problem.  I must say that the bed switch went much easier than I had imagined!  It was like Wyatt had been ready for it for months.  I really thought he would get out of it every night after we put him to bed and play for a while before going to sleep by the door or somewhere else on the floor.  Boy was I wrong!  In the morning when he wakes up he sits up and stays under the covers and says "Momma" until I come in there.  Then he waits for me to pick him up before he gets up.  I'm pretty sure Greg and I lucked out with Wyatt.  I don't think babies are supposed to be this easy.  That just means any future children will be total terrors I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RoscSH9aZCI/AAAAAAAAABU/eHRppyu8lxg/s1600-h/DSCN5005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RoscSH9aZCI/AAAAAAAAABU/eHRppyu8lxg/s320/DSCN5005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083187702117590050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas has been one rainy state for the last few weeks.  The road that leads to our nearest town has flooded and closed twice now and it's been 10 or so years since the last time it did that.  In fact tonight we were supposed to go to a big July 4th event in a nearby town but didn't dare get out because of how heavy the rain was.  Naturally everything dried up about 30 minutes before the fireworks display was scheduled but we live 40 minutes from the show so there was no way we could have made it.  I guess we could try again tomorrow night but there is a 70% chance of heavy rain tomorrow as well.  I must say I'm so happy about the rain.  I know it's probably okay if it stopped now but being a horse owner and having to buy hay makes me very thankful for every drop of water that falls on the local hay fields.  We just found hay for $45 instead of $110, which is what we have been paying for the last year and a half!  In fact I hard some hay people talking the other day and they are saying they might get a fourth cut this year which means hay prices will stay low even over the winter!  Or at least we can hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to sleep.  Thanks for reading my ramblings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-8562165427333883935?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/8562165427333883935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=8562165427333883935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8562165427333883935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/8562165427333883935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RosbwH9aZBI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ed8V1DxjfGs/s72-c/DSCN5085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-7695369174627002544</id><published>2007-06-21T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:00:56.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We had a blast on our summer vacation!!  I thought I'd do another little trip report of our adventure for prosperities sake!! So here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took off to Grami's house early on Wednesday the 13th of June.  Our plane was set to leave at 3:50.  Wyatt was excited about going on a "pwane".  Grami had super shuttle pick us up at her and Papaw's exciting!!!! trip to the airport, we got on our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt and Daddy fell asleep almost as soon as we were in the air.  (Papaw too).  Something about flying must make boys sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2966816080039807832TwRsdf"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb15.webshots.com/4622/2966816080039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="Mom's boys sleeping." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we arrived in San Antonio we set out for our reserved hotel but after a quick glance at it, Papaw said "No Way" and Grami called the Hyatt Regency Hill Country Resort and booked us two rooms!!  All I can say about this place is WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lovely meal in the hotel restaurant we got a good nights sleep.  The next morning we all got sunscreened up, ate another good meal at the hotel restaurant and then headed to Sea World!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2269805420039807832swBEfl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb43.webshots.com/4842/2269805420039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="Hanging out at Sea World!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We actually arrived a bit early so we couldn't go into the main part of park.  We decided to check out the Clydesdales and then head to the dolphins!  Luckily the dolphin feeding time was 9:30 and we got to feed the dolphins!!!!  Wyatt thought that was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2669595220039807832pOXuIL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb27.webshots.com/4698/2669595220039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="Dolphins are so cute!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed towards Shamu stadium with a brief stop for Momma and Daddy to ride the near ride "Journey to Atlantis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of Sea World is definately the Shamu Believe show.  Wyatt just loved it!!  Check out his (and Grami and Daddy's) face the first time he saw a whale!!  Gives you cold chills to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2738817790039807832pVenGQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb11.webshots.com/3338/2738817790039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="Finally saw a whale!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2012215750039807832jyMQBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb37.webshots.com/4836/2012215750039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="So pretty!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We sat in the splash zone and boy did we get splashed!  Wyatt just laughed and laughed after the whale got us!  It was cold and salty but it sure felt nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we headed over to a place for lunch.  It was typical park food, nothing to write home about. Since it was nap time we decided to head to the penguin exhibit because our friends said it was a great place to get cool and nap!  Boy were they right!  Wyatt looked at the penguins with Grami and Papaw while Mommy and Daddy got to ride the Steel Eel.  It was a fun roller coaster but I've decided roller coasters are for young people! My muscles were so sore from being tense during this ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a rare picture of just Greg and I waiting in the non- existant line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2277900480039807832hLLUZy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb59.webshots.com/6714/2277900480039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="Mom and Dad about to ride the Steel Eel." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we got back to the penguins this is what we found!!  One sleepy boy!!  He was crashed out on Grami's lap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2395971140039807832NGenkI"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb32.webshots.com/4895/2395971140039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="Great place for a nap! (Thanks Dee!)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I even got some loving when he finally woke up!  Gotta get cuddles whenever and wherever you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2331673270039807832meadQF"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb47.webshots.com/5166/2331673270039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="RSCN4696" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was so hot that we decided there was just nothing else we really wanted to do at Sea World so we headed back to our hotel to float in the lazy river and play in the kiddie pool.  And guess what!!  They had an adult pool with waitresses that would come to you while you sat in the water! Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt watched a movie with Daddy up in the room while Grami and Mom hung out in the pool.  Dinner time came and we went upstairs to get the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shot of Grami's room.  Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2760805500039807832nyRJTf"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb28.webshots.com/4571/2760805500039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN4714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner we went on a horse drawn carriage ride across the golf course!  It was a beautiful evening and we really enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2544216660039807832FIrxRK"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb02.webshots.com/5441/2544216660039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="He gave us a ride around the golf course." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is Chip, the percheron draft horse that pulled us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2845235930039807832iLAGsX"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb04.webshots.com/3395/2845235930039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN4732" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, another breakfast.  Wyatt really enjoyed the fruit.  In fact I think that is basically all he ate the entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2175330220039807832bnloXR"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb11.webshots.com/6858/2175330220039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN4738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to Sea World!  This time we left Papaw at the resort so he could soak in the sun.  We hung out with the dolphins again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2523830170039807832OlUZSd"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb06.webshots.com/4933/2523830170039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="More dolphin fun!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so crowded on Friday that we decided to just check out the Shamu show and the Viva show then go back to the hotel to swim.  Dad and Wyatt got put up on the big screen at the Shamu stadium because of Dad being a veteran.  We are proud of him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2415230800039807832KCvmJZ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb24.webshots.com/3543/2415230800039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="Daddy got to stand up when they called for service men and women to be honored and he made it up" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My boy looks so small in Daddy's arms.  He enjoyed the show again although this time we didn't get wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2502782500039807832rvMhlb"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb35.webshots.com/6498/2502782500039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN4784" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back at the hotel the boy was ready to crash so he spent some time with Grami while Mom and Dad hung out in the adult pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2876982390039807832pSxaQa"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb17.webshots.com/5904/2876982390039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN4800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later that evening Happy Feet was being shown out on the lawn!  Grami and Momma look like they are ready for a rock concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2668104980039807832QIrIKY"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb57.webshots.com/6328/2668104980039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="Waiting for Happy Feet to start out on the lawn!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The boys are really cute watching the big screen!  Wyatt thought the grass was cool and enjoyed picking blades of it and throwing them onto the blanket we were sitting on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2052244440039807832tjRpUB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb55.webshots.com/3318/2052244440039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN4811" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day we played around the resort.  We had originally planned on going into Downtown to see the Alamo but see as how the Spurs had just won the NBA championship we decided to stay away from that crazy place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Wyatt took the time to catch up on a little coloring! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2622242570039807832dxNPGX"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb63.webshots.com/446/2622242570039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN4818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt made friends out in the kiddie pool.  He got so confident in this thing that he didn't want anyone hanging onto him.  It was really nice because he felt like a big boy 'swimming' all by himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2471819260039807832IQXlJl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb47.webshots.com/3950/2471819260039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN4859" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A little lunch by the pool followed by a snow cone is my idea of perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2412065430039807832PbbDCe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb06.webshots.com/5317/2412065430039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="Eating a snow cone!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy had to get a shot of Wyatt with his loot.  You can certainly tell where we visited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2425461730039807832MROjnf"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb20.webshots.com/4755/2425461730039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="Wyatt's loot!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took a ton of resort photos but I decided not to bore you with all of them.  But here is a shot of one of my favorite features!  The lazy river!!  At night it is just like floating in the bayou on Pirates of the Caribean at Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2656300520039807832ODxHQP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb48.webshots.com/6447/2656300520039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN4898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All good things must come to an end and Sunday came way too fast!  We said adieu to our perfect vacation spot and had to head home!  But we'll be back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2188030180039807832hcUlAy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb15.webshots.com/5006/2188030180039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN4905" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-7695369174627002544?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/7695369174627002544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=7695369174627002544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/7695369174627002544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/7695369174627002544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/06/san-antonio.html' title='San Antonio!!!!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-3634760958367246124</id><published>2007-05-13T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:53:27.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RkfdLBbzjNI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ag0S_7ZNoQU/s1600-h/DSCN0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RkfdLBbzjNI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ag0S_7ZNoQU/s320/DSCN0134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064259487434771666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 2nd Mother's Day!  I think that this might be my favorite made-up holiday!  Even the man at McDonalds wished me a happy Mother's Day.  I'm not sure how he knew I was a Mom since Wyatt wasn't with me and I wasn't entirely sure he could see my car seat but somehow he knew.  Maybe I have some tell tale sign on me I'm not aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy spent most of the day with Grami so that Greg and I could mow so I was soooooooooo happy when he came home.  He has been really a Momma's boy lately.  Although when he climbed out of Grami's car he was happy to see me for a second but then he wanted me to go find Daddy and since then he only acknowledged me once or twice.  That boy sure love's his Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an entire week now since his last bottle so I guess we will officially call him weaned.  It sure went easier than I thought it would.  I was worried that he wouldn't want to cuddle at all now that he doesn't have a "Ba-Ba" but I have to say the exact opposite has occurred.  It seems that cuddling is a good substitute for the bottle and Mommy is more than happy to oblige!  Although Dad has been home all week and he is getting half of my cuddles so I must say I'm going to be a little happy to see him back at work.  I know Wyatt is going to miss him though.  (We both will I'm sure.)  One more day left of Greg's forced relaxation.  I think he is doing much better and I know he will be so glad to get back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is getting late so I'm going to go finish picking up the house and head to bed.  Happy Mother's Day to all the Moms out there!  Especially mine!!  She literally taught me everything I know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-3634760958367246124?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3634760958367246124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=3634760958367246124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/3634760958367246124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/3634760958367246124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RkfdLBbzjNI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ag0S_7ZNoQU/s72-c/DSCN0134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-3332331540562514949</id><published>2007-05-10T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:12:56.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eventful Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RkPd3RbzjLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WnrBp-aKWk0/s1600-h/DSCN4384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RkPd3RbzjLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WnrBp-aKWk0/s320/DSCN4384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063134347737140402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is once again flying and as usual, it's been a while since I've updated my blog.  Wyatt is 21 months old and has just had a language explosion.  He knows so many words I can't keep up with him.  The only word he still won't say is "Grami" and it's driving her crazy.  In fact I think she is thinking of changing her name to "Mo-Mo" simply because Wyatt can actually say that.  I'm sure if she just holds out a little longer my little man will get it right.&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a little different here on the Spivey home front because Wyatt's Daddy has been home all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, May 2nd, Wyatt had tubes put in his ears.  It was a heart breaking experience but Wyatt didn't seem phased by it at all.  He played just as hard 2 hours after the surgery as he always does and there is certainly a change in his sleeping pattern.  He has been sleeping much more soundly and seems like he feels much better over all.  It was a scary thing but I'm glad we did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later that evening,Greg had an accident. He stood up to flip the television from video to tv and somehow tripped on a toy (at least that is what we think happened) fell and hit his back and head on the coffee table.  Wyatt was standing right next to him but thankfully he wasn't in the way of the fall.  Greg knocked himself out and scared me to death.  He started having convulsions and foaming at the mouth so I grabbed Wyatt and ran for the phone.  I've never called 911 in my life and I was hoping to be able to make it through life without needing to.  I have never been so happy to see anyone in my whole life as I was to see our local volunteer firefighters arrive on the scene.  I was terrified and crying uncontrollably and poor Wyatt just kept saying "Daddy!" "Daddy" and staring at me trying to figure out what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to put Wyatt in his crib so that I could answer questions for the firefighters and because I didn't want him seeing his Dad on the floor unconscious.  Somehow I managed to call Grami who said she was on the way but to call my Dad.  I'm not sure why I didn't call them first since they live the closest.  Another thing to be thankful for! Dad and Marie arrived at my house about the time Greg regained consciousness.  Marie took Wyatt for me since I couldn't quit crying and Dad went into the living room with the paramedics.  They decided to put Greg on a backboard to immobilize his neck and spine just in case and managed to get him to the ambulance.  I road to Dad's house and left Wyatt with Marie and Aunt Emma.  My Dad took me up to our hospital in town and thankfully we were only there for a few hours!  Greg was catscanned and examined and released.  He was sore all over and very thankful to still be kicking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom picked Wyatt up from Marie's house and had taken him back to our house to go to bed.  She said that when she was walking up the steps to our house Wyatt was calling "Momma!" looking for me.  He must have been worried about us.  Then when he got inside the coffee table was still there and was in pieces and he walked right over to it and pointed at it saying "Da Da" and tried to tell Grami what had happened.  Poor little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was our big excitement for the week.  Greg is still home from work because he tried to go back on Monday and was dizzy and felt faint.  The doctors said he has Post concussion syndrome and that he needs to take a little more time off.  Wyatt is not going to know what to do with himself when Daddy goes back to work!  He has really enjoyed having his Dad around.  Although I can tell he is wondering about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all of this the most momentous occasion in his life has occurred!  No more bottles!!!!! Mommy finally made the plunge and decided to wean.  Evidently it was Mommy who didn't want to let go because Wyatt has been mostly fine with it.  We started on Monday and he has only asked for a bottle once or twice after the first day of crying.  He is now going to sleep pretty fast without one for naps and bedtime!  Hopefully this means the hard part is over.  I must say it still makes me sad!  I guess I felt like my boy couldn't be a baby any more after he gave up his bottle.  But really he hasn't been a baby in a long time.  He's getting to be such a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reward him for doing so well with giving up the bottle we bought him a betta fish for his room.  He loves his new fish!  I think we've gone into his room at least 10 times today to say hello to "King".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RkPe1xbzjMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ePq7I81OJv0/s1600-h/DSCN4422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RkPe1xbzjMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ePq7I81OJv0/s320/DSCN4422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063135421478964418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess that is most of our adventures of the week.  Hopefully we won't have any more adventures like these ever again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-3332331540562514949?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3332331540562514949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=3332331540562514949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/3332331540562514949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/3332331540562514949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/05/eventful-week.html' title='An Eventful Week'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RkPd3RbzjLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WnrBp-aKWk0/s72-c/DSCN4384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-4579037439723825150</id><published>2007-04-12T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:25:55.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day with Dad!</title><content type='html'>We have been planning on taking Wyatt's pictures in the Blue Bonnets since Spring started and yesterday we actually did it!! That's pretty good for me since I usually procrastinate until I can't do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided it would be easier if we took Greg with us so Wyatt and I went and picked up lunch for Dad and for us and drove to Dad's pit!  We ate lunch under the pecan tree near the big dirt hole.  It was a lovely lovely day!  The weather was great and the sky was sooo blue!! No clouds anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch Pa-Pa came by and said hello to Wyatt then we set off for some blue bonnets we saw on the road.  Wyatt was really excited to get to sit in them for some reason.  He didn't know what to do with his hands but he eventually started to like it!  We took some pretty good pictures.  (and may try again since the sun was in his eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we took Dad back to work and we got to see Dad driving his big Tractor.  Wyatt was really impressed.  I can't imagine a better job for a little boy's Dad to have!!  Wyatt helped drive the tractor for a few minutes and played in the dirt.  He honked the horn over and over and over and thought that was really cool!  Wyatt was sad to have to leave but it was nap time and Dad had to get back to real work!!  But I thought I'd post some pictures for everyone to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2579828440039807832GPEMUt"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSCN4097" src="http://inlinethumb55.webshots.com/2806/2579828440039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2479863880039807832yjSdem"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSCN4096" src="http://inlinethumb40.webshots.com/2855/2479863880039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2140477470039807832ZmkBXb"&gt;&lt;img alt="They sure are pretty!" src="http://inlinethumb38.webshots.com/2661/2140477470039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2599307760039807832PlOrvX"&gt;&lt;img alt="But I really like it!" src="http://inlinethumb12.webshots.com/3147/2599307760039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2814340200039807832JqhcvL"&gt;&lt;img alt="It's really BIG!" src="http://inlinethumb23.webshots.com/470/2814340200039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2903484080039807832KDqmKp"&gt;&lt;img alt="Let's get to work Dad!" src="http://inlinethumb33.webshots.com/3744/2903484080039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2643872210039807832RtdBgv"&gt;&lt;img alt="Long legs!" src="http://inlinethumb51.webshots.com/4146/2643872210039807832S500x500Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well that's it for this week adventure!!  I'll try and post again soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-4579037439723825150?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/4579037439723825150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=4579037439723825150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/4579037439723825150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/4579037439723825150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-with-dad.html' title='A Day with Dad!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-485747096560914930</id><published>2007-03-14T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T19:03:13.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring, Beautiful Spring!</title><content type='html'>I have decided that March is my favorite month of the year!  It used to be a tie between October and March but now that March is here I'm thinking it wins.  The trees are greening up, baby animals are being born and it is finally warm enough outside to actually do something outdoors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our numbers here at the Spivey household have shot up a bit in the last month.  We recently acquired two new family members Hercules and Clyde.  Wyatt's pygmy goats.  They are pretty cute but not all together that friendly.  Wyatt thinks they are really cool so that is something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2440512520039807832IdvzoH"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb14.webshots.com/973/2440512520039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Wyatt's new goats! Hercules and Clyde (Herc is on the left, Clyde is on the right)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of the addition of Clyde and Herc we have recently been blessed to get Katie back.  She had gone to live with my cousins in Rockwall and they decided she wasn't the dog for them.  It has been nice having her back but I'm beginning to think 3 dogs is more than I ever want to handle again!  At least they all get along!  Piper's house training is coming along and she hasn't gone in the house but one time in a week.  But she is never lose in the house either. . . At least she isn't alone out in the kennel.  She has 2 buddies to keep her busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my first baby has been doing some major growing up as well!  Mr. Wyatt has discovered how much fun it is to feed the horses grass and can spend literally hours picking up hay and grass (and dirt and rocks and sticks) and putting it into the horse's feed buckets.  I have to be extra careful and check each bucket before I feed in the evenings or the horses might be forced to eat around a big rock.  He has also started actually saying things like Bye and Yes when we ask him questions.  It's fun to hold a conversation with my little man.  Our first conversation in the mornings go something like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good Morning Sunshine"&lt;br /&gt;Big laugh&lt;br /&gt;"Did you sleep good last night?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you hungry?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! Cook!"&lt;br /&gt;"You want Mommy to Cook?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want Mommy to cook?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bread Bread!"&lt;br /&gt;"Give me a kiss then!"&lt;br /&gt;Big kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sweet!!  I love this stage!  I swear each and every stage we have hit has been more and more fun for me.  I just wish it went slower. Wyatt now can watch an entire movie (which he calls "Book") as long as it has puppies in it or cars.  So basically we watch "Cars" and "101 Dalmatians" once every other day or so.  At least they are cute movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt started taking a class at The Little Gym near Grami and Papaw's house on Saturday mornings.  It is a beginner class for 19 mos - 2 1/2 years.  We are picking it up in the middle because he wasn't old enough earlier so he only has 10 weeks left.  He really seemed to enjoy it!  It's good for him to interact with little kids.  Other than Colin he rarely sees anyone else his age!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2983525450039807832ZxmztU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb23.webshots.com/2646/2983525450039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN1534" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2926134730039807832UVnXuQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb30.webshots.com/925/2926134730039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN1536" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2039199030039807832bcbOCy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb05.webshots.com/3204/2039199030039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN1555" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2398068450039807832etRRGX"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb34.webshots.com/481/2398068450039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN1556" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long and we will be back spending every weekend at Grami and Papaw's house in the swimming pool!!  But I think I'll enjoy the spring flowers until then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-485747096560914930?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/485747096560914930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=485747096560914930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/485747096560914930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/485747096560914930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-beautiful-spring.html' title='Spring, Beautiful Spring!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-6236526048245880715</id><published>2007-02-16T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T09:20:51.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Disneyland Trip Report</title><content type='html'>I just realized I somehow missed telling everyone how our trip to Disneyland went!!  It's been 2 months coming but today I decided it might be fun to revisit our trip to the "Happiest Place on Earth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a crazy November of Nanowrimo, I was glad to finally get a chance to start packing for our trip when November drew to a close!  For two days straight I packed and gathered and plotted and planned until finally on December 1st we packed it all in the Tahoe and headed to Grami and Papaw's house to spend the night.  On December 2nd Grami drove us to the airport and we somehow made it on the plane with a 15 month old!!  For only adding one person to our entourage we sure ended up with a lot more luggage and carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt loved the airport and the airplane!  He chilled in his carseat and looked out the window while we were flying and was a very good boy!!  We only took out the DVD player for a few minutes and the rest of the time he stayed entertained by talking to his Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2265138140039807832biukxd"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb17.webshots.com/2704/2265138140039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2657" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Anaheim we grabbed a Taxi and loaded up and headed to our hotel!!  We arrived a day before the Peterson's and had to check in to the hotel for both of us.  Unfortunately we arrived about 4 hours before our rooms would be ready.  What to do, What to do!!  I know! Let's head to Disneyland for lunch!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now not many people know of my complete obsession with Disneyland.  So let me tell you who don't I spend most of my free time in life day dreaming of Disneyland.  I visit Disneyland websites daily on the internet including forums of people who are equally obsessed.  So to take Wyatt to Disneyland for the first time was something I'd been dreaming about since I found out we were having him!!  And let me tell you, the dream wasn't as great as reality!!  Wyatt loved the park!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2864623750039807832vecoFI"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb01.webshots.com/2240/2864623750039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2679" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2478524170039807832ewNxwr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb52.webshots.com/243/2478524170039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2681" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked down Main Street for the first time as parents there was a parade starting so we ducked into a restaurant (Coke Corner) and had a Sourdough Chili Bowl and watched the Christmas floats roll past!! Wyatt was mesmerized!  He sat on top of Dad's shoulders just taking it all in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2213705770039807832oRmaUR"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb42.webshots.com/105/2213705770039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2688" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade we still had a few hours before our rooms were ready so I decided the best first ride for my little man was Small World!!  And since it is Christmas it was all decked out for the season!  Wyatt sat in awe on his Daddy's lap just looking at all the dolls inside and when it was over he didn't want to get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2508461600039807832tDzNsh"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb47.webshots.com/2606/2508461600039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2694" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next ride we decided to go on was Pinnochio in Fantasyland.  It's a cute short Dark ride and it turned out to be one of Wyatt's favorites of the trip.  At the end he screamed and cried because he didn't want to get off and the nice lady that was working said, "Want to go again?"  So around we went again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2269586650039807832HpZbUY"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb15.webshots.com/398/2269586650039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2307725180039807832EtKQXG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb10.webshots.com/1417/2307725180039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2712" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After riding the carousel a half a dozen times we headed back to our hotel and crashed!!  Wyatt went to sleep for the night at 5:00 (which really was 7:00 our time and considering he didn't have a nap was to be expected).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the 3rd we woke up and headed to Denney's for breakfast then back to park around opening (10:00).  The Peterson's were set to arrive around noon so we didn't have much time in the park before they got there!  Once they arrived we headed back to the hotel and gave them their keys, greeted them, then headed back to the park to wait on them to take showers and walk over.  That day was crazy in the park because of the Candlelight Ceremony being held that evening.  It was next to impossible to ride many things because of the crowds so we mainly stuck with the train and Fantasyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2743576760039807832PAbOnu"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb39.webshots.com/2790/2743576760039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Dad&amp;WyattatDens" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2177355990039807832RcFhMu"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb54.webshots.com/2293/2177355990039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2734" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week is an obvious blur of happiness. Wyatt loved all the rides he rode and wasn't afraid of anything!  I think he could have handled some of the roller coasters if he had been big enough.  I'm not sure if the next time he goes he will be as brave! I hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2335233380039807832zswLOJ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb56.webshots.com/2103/2335233380039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2765" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2195798680039807832ZAonJX"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb44.webshots.com/491/2195798680039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2804" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2249798130039807832MLKbCg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb01.webshots.com/1600/2249798130039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2824" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2121229510039807832yfqMEl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb49.webshots.com/304/2121229510039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2947b" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2677457900039807832CyTLpl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb33.webshots.com/1376/2677457900039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2955" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2707259440039807832eIBrAC"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb40.webshots.com/1575/2707259440039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2966" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2034181920039807832OxXRNG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb52.webshots.com/2099/2034181920039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2998" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2147067690039807832MMPieK"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb05.webshots.com/1604/2147067690039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN2987" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2469547680039807832Mzxjfk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb16.webshots.com/655/2469547680039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN3064" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2071806140039807832KeiRQi"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb51.webshots.com/626/2071806140039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN3072" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2004253500039807832pUQLgJ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb33.webshots.com/1760/2004253500039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN3141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2728882680039807832hALXrP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb39.webshots.com/2086/2728882680039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN3128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I miss is how fun it was to share a room with my boy.  He slept in his pack'n play right next to us and in the morning he would climb up into bed with us and cuddle!  Plus it is really fun to watch him sleep!  I don't get to do that nearly enough anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2173470840039807832HNrLDt"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb15.webshots.com/2446/2173470840039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN3077" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane ride home wasn't as pleasant as the ride there.  For some reason Wyatt's ears wouldn't pop when we were descending into DFW and he screamed for a good 10 minutes while I held him trying to make it better.  That was really hard on Mommy and certainly the worst part of the whole trip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2895642710039807832xxgpPY"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb38.webshots.com/1253/2895642710039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="DSCN3184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already missing Disneyland but I know we won't be able to go this year.  We are planning a trip to San Antonio and Sea World in May and a trip to the Beach this summer.  But next year we think we are going to take Grami and Papaw on their first trip to Disneyland!!  That should be a blast!!  (Although I'll miss my fellow Disneyland nut Marie and the rest of the Peterson's.  Wyatt really enjoyed getting to hang out with his Pa-Pa and Mimi.  He loves his Aunt Emma and Uncle Lukeus too.  I'm pretty sure even Uncle Lukeus was warming up to him by the end of the trip!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is pretty much it!!  I can't wait to take Wyatt again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-6236526048245880715?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6236526048245880715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=6236526048245880715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/6236526048245880715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/6236526048245880715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/02/belated-disneyland-trip-report.html' title='Belated Disneyland Trip Report'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-2240669054369753594</id><published>2007-02-12T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:52:41.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone. . .</title><content type='html'>Well it's not a real blog, just pics!  Wyatt had his 18 month pics done this weekend and I think they turned out pretty good.  They are a little washed out for my taste but they will do!  My little man is really growing up!  He smiled when they wanted him to and posed like they showed him.  He knew what was going on!  It's amazing how fast they grow up!! Just a few months ago I was shocked when he actually sat up for a picture without falling over and now he is following instructions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2964834520039807832jwcCbq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb18.webshots.com/273/2964834520039807832S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="18 month professional pics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2134761690039807832dNipjJ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb02.webshots.com/1729/2134761690039807832S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="18 month professional pics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2781445500039807832iviDoP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb23.webshots.com/22/2781445500039807832S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="18 month professional pics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2141607450039807832ybXVAD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb09.webshots.com/1800/2141607450039807832S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="18 month professional pics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2826822210039807832fCCLpr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb19.webshots.com/1554/2826822210039807832S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="18 month professional pics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2970441540039807832ZSpani"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb41.webshots.com/744/2970441540039807832S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="18 month professional pics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2913821600039807832zsbsoU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb56.webshots.com/1399/2913821600039807832S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="18 month professional pics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-2240669054369753594?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2240669054369753594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=2240669054369753594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/2240669054369753594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/2240669054369753594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone. . .'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-5566314970167500602</id><published>2007-02-08T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:51:57.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Puddles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rcv8rQ5ljTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/mtTXiH9Z2wM/s1600-h/DSCN3684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rcv8rQ5ljTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/mtTXiH9Z2wM/s320/DSCN3684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029391229090368818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt has officially finished his vaccinations until he is 4 years old!!!  I was so excited!  In fact when his pediatrician told me that I about jumped up and danced!!  There is nothing I hate more in the world than holding my child down while he screams and lie to him saying it won't hurt a bit.  Ugh.  Anyways, you might can tell we went to Wyatt's 18 month check up and everything is going well!! He is 35 1/2 inches tall and weighs in at 27lbs!  He is off the charts on his height and at 64% on his weight.  I hope he can stay that way as he gets older!  She also said his language skills are advanced.  I have to say I agree because this week he is practically learning 4 words a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have we been up to this week you ask? Well a ton!  We bought Wyatt a puppy on Saturday at the Weatherford Trade Days so I have been coping with that.  I feel like I have another infant all of a sudden!  I don't mind too much because Wyatt REALLY likes her!  She is an English Mastiff. 10 weeks old!  Very cute.  We took her to the vet to be checked over on Wednesday and she weighs 11lbs and the doc said she looks healthy!  We named her Piper Lou and Wyatt is so cute saying "pu pu" Yep it sounds just like what it looks like and Wyatt's Dad says its an excellent name for a puppy.  I must agree!  House training is hard work!!  I think I'd rather just slap some Huggies on her and call it a day!!  Every time she stands up I take her outside to go potty and even still we have puddles daily!  Argh.  All I have to say about that is whoever invented the SpotBot floor cleaner must have had a puppy!! It's fantastic!!  The little scrubby brush is the exact size of a puppy puddle.  I just love setting it down on a spot and clicking the button and walking away!! Even Wyatt gets into it and likes to sit next to it and watch it clean!  So far there are no stains anywhere!!  Love it I tell you!  Couldn't live without it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I guess I lied.  We haven't been up to a 'ton'.  Just up to our eyebrows in puppies.  Wyatt's new favorite movie is 101 Dalmatians and he loves sitting in the chair next to me with a blanket and puppy pal (stuffed, they squirm less) and watch the first 45 minutes of the movie. Then he loses interest and gets up to play.  The only problem with this is that Mommy would like to watch something other than the same movie over and over again but if I try to change it after he is done watching it he fusses and insists that I turn the movie back on. I don't know why he cares cause he isn't watching it but I guess he's listening. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Wyatt has learned how to do the "cheese" face.  You know, the fake smile when the camera comes out!!  Luckily his fake smile is adorable and makes me smile everytime!!  I just love it! So on that note I think I'll end with. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rcv9pg5ljUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pu5XnF4dbtg/s1600-h/DSCN3607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rcv9pg5ljUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pu5XnF4dbtg/s320/DSCN3607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029392298537225538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-5566314970167500602?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5566314970167500602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=5566314970167500602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5566314970167500602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5566314970167500602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-puddles.html' title='Oh Puddles!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/Rcv8rQ5ljTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/mtTXiH9Z2wM/s72-c/DSCN3684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-393109135898883188</id><published>2007-01-18T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:02:45.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icy World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RbBQA0d9GwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wrgAai1vWC0/s1600-h/DSCN3459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RbBQA0d9GwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wrgAai1vWC0/s320/DSCN3459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021601559532608258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we have been hit with a major round of winter weather!!  I myself love snow but when it all goes wrong it comes down as freezing rain! Which really stinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend I took Wyatt to Grami's and Papaw's house on Friday evening hoping to be able to pick him up Saturday morning and ride out the ice storm in my nice cozy home.  Well the ice came on Friday night and I couldn't go pick Wyatt up on Saturday.  Turns out we couldn't pick him up until Monday!  By that time I was naturally going crazy although my husband and I got a lot of stuff done around the house.  But I learned a lesson from it!  If the weather man says snow or ice, don't take the boy anywhere!!  So this weekend is shaping up to be a bit of a repeat and unfortunately for Grami and Papaw they may have to wait it out and hope we can come visit on Sunday!! (We are supposed to go to the Stock Show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt has learned a few new words this week and I of course think they are adorable!!  "Clock" is his favorite and he says it all the time!!  He is constantly on the look out for clocks so Grami bought him a train clock for his bedroom and we can't wait for it to get here!  He also learned "moon" and it sounds like "moo"  very cute!  He is also learning to be patient while we read.  I've been taking him to my room once a day and we lay on my bed and cuddle and read a 'special' book.  (one of the books with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; paper in it) Wyatt loves this new activity and he lays back and listens intently which is a real change from his past reading patience.  He wouldn't let you finish a page before he had turned to the end of the book before.  Yesterday he sat thru a long story of Winnie the Pooh and really seemed to be following  a long!!  It's amazing how fast kids grow up!!  His abilities and comprehension have just skyrocketed over the last few months!!  I wish I could learn so much so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to close today I thought I would post some pictures of Wyatt enjoying the winter weather!!  He was very impressed and didn't want to go inside!!  I don't blame him really, who knows when we will see snow again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2549799010039807832GuLjsh"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb57.webshots.com/1016/2549799010039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Loving it!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/amy_elizabeth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2383528440039807832rZkQCY"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb03.webshots.com/962/2383528440039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Drawing in the snow/sleet - sneet!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/amy_elizabeth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2015814440039807832TAcEzA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb29.webshots.com/1884/2015814440039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Sunny gets a little love" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/amy_elizabeth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2224751970039807832sDVZBy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb63.webshots.com/446/2224751970039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Loving the snow!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2487020680039807832kLaXAm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb28.webshots.com/91/2487020680039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Nope, just a little farther Momma!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/amy_elizabeth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2173255940039807832ewzboZ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb14.webshots.com/269/2173255940039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Cute boys!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/amy_elizabeth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-393109135898883188?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/393109135898883188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=393109135898883188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/393109135898883188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/393109135898883188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/01/icy-world.html' title='Icy World'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/RbBQA0d9GwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wrgAai1vWC0/s72-c/DSCN3459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-5146099209410022500</id><published>2007-01-01T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:28:49.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absent Blogged</title><content type='html'>Wow! It's been a while since I've blogged!!  I decided to start off the new year and try and update everyone on what my favorite little man is doing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day here is fun and the adventures never end.  Wyatt is learning a new word every other day it seems and he is just proving too smart for his own good sometimes.  We just redid his bedroom over the last weekend and he really seems to be impressed with the new surroundings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2887397450039807832QuqlhX"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb45.webshots.com/1772/2887397450039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Before" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/amy_elizabeth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2611253780039807832eojcFL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb30.webshots.com/669/2611253780039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="After!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/amy_elizabeth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad the holiday season is over!  I've missed staying at home with my boy and all our one on one time.  I actually feel like I'm losing my bond with Wyatt because I haven't had any alone time with him in so long!!  He doesn't ever need his mother.  He always wants Dad or Grami or Papaw.  Very rarely will be try to crawl into my arms and when he does it is usually just to get to the person standing behind me.  So with all that in mind I decided I'd spoil myself tonight and let my little man drink a night night bottle while I held him.  It was so wonderful.  He snuggled in with me and fell asleep in just minutes.  I didn't want to go lay him down!!  I can tell you one thing.  I'm not going anywhere for at least a week!! Wyatt and I are going to snuggle up on the couch and enjoy our winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note we gave our dog Katie to my cousin Shelley and Danielle today.  I'm a little sad about it but just seeing how happy Miss Danielle was is making me happy for Katie.  They are going to love being together!  Katie totally deserves a home where she is spoiled and treated like number one and here she was just sitting out in the dog kennel all day and sleeping in our room at night.  I bet she is cuddled up with Danielle right now in a nice cozy bed!!  The one down side is that my dog Sable is really depressed.  I'm not sure if she understands what is happened but she just laid by her food bowl tonight and didn't eat very much.  Poor puppy is missing her friend.  At least Sable will be able to spend more time indoors now.  Although I know I'm going to miss Katie in the morning when I go to find her on the floor near my bed and she isn't there.  She always laid right beside my bed under the bed skirt where it was warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bye Katie Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2894135270039807832ETcAvI"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb03.webshots.com/2/2894135270039807832S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Have fun with your new family!!  We'll come visit!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/amy_elizabeth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's late and I'm sleepy so I am done for tonight.  Hopefully I'll be back before Spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-5146099209410022500?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5146099209410022500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=5146099209410022500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5146099209410022500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/5146099209410022500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2007/01/absent-blogged.html' title='Absent Blogged'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-2041397196937528443</id><published>2006-11-14T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:24:56.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Fussy Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7164/2495/1600/DSCN2518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7164/2495/320/DSCN2518.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to Disneyland!! 18 days.  I'm so excited!  Wyatt is going to have such a good time!!!  At least I hope he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been particularly fussy today and I'm about ready to pull my hair out.  It's probably full of bananas anyways.  Not sure why Wyatt has been so fussy today.  I don't think he's teething, although I can't be sure and there is NO way I'm sticking my fingers in there to find out!! There are 16 menacing, known finger chompers in there.  No thank you.  The last four will just have to come in and revel in their unheralded state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he should be sleepy either but who knows.  He only stayed awake about 50 minutes this morning before he had a near meltdown and I decided to move naptime up 2 hours.  Sheesh.  That was just the beginning!  Then we spent a nice hour at lunch with me attempting to convince him he wanted to eat and him attempting to throw everything on his tray at me.  (thus the bananas in the hair thing.)   That quickly led to an earlier than scheduled nap as well.  So what ended my afternoon was a baby who woke up long before he normally does and who was crankier than he usually is and out to break all former temper tantrum records on the book.  From 4 on he threw things at me, Artie, the cat.  Came up and tried to hit me several times.  Which he knows is a BIG no no. Then when that didn't go over well he tried to hit Artie, which is an even BIGGER no no.  Sigh.  So I had to put poor Artie outside for his sanity and attempt to wait out Daddy's return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well evidently Wyatt had pushed the phone off the hook and 45 minutes after Daddy was supposed to be home I discovered it.  So I called Greg and he said he had to work late!!  Sheesh, why tonight!!  Finally he is home and usually Wyatt calms down when Daddy gets here because he loves playing with him, but not tonight.  I ran away to feed horses and Daddy started feeding the boy dinner.  As I type this I hear the sounds of dinner being thrown at Daddy and a very fussy boy complaining.  Sigh.  Is it bed time yet?  Nope it's only 6 o'clock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-2041397196937528443?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2041397196937528443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=2041397196937528443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/2041397196937528443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/2041397196937528443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/11/mr-fussy-pants.html' title='Mr. Fussy Pants'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-116227330722075987</id><published>2006-10-30T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:19:22.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Hullabaloo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/DSCN2536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/DSCN2536.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow where has all the time gone!! Wyatt is almost 15 months old and he amazes me everyday!!  He has learned so much in the last year!!  I wish I learned as many new things everyday, I'd be a brilliant scientist or something by now (or my brain would explode, not sure which).  We've been sickly this last week or so but I hope we are all getting over it now.  Wyatt is starting to show signs of being a very independent minded boy!!  Like our first temper tantrum.  I'm not sure if there is a spot in the baby book for that milestone, which is fine, since I'd really rather forget the whole incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is tomorrow!!  Wyatt is going as Pablo from the Backyardigans!!  I'll be sure to get lots of pictures!!  I know he doesn't know what Halloween is or why we are getting dressed up but I sure have been looking forward to it!! I didn't get him a costume last year (which I was sad about later but oh well) so this is my first Halloween as a Mommy!!!  I've been practicing for years.  Just ask Miss Yoda about her Tutu.  I'm sure you'll get an evil kitty scowl.  Or ask Sterling about being a princess  and a unicorn.  Or that time I dressed Sunny up as a witch, broom and all.  Katie has been Snow White &amp; Eeyore, Schwartz was a pumpkin.  Yep, it's time to transfer all that evil costume fun to my own flesh and blood!! Muahahaha!  Luckily Human children enjoy the costuming process much more than animal children do.  Of course Wyatt may be an exception!! He hates his hat and isn't a big fan of the body suit either!!  Although he is one cute penguin!!  Anyways, at least this year I can get candy with my child.  (all for me of course)  The one year I took Sterling trick or treating people just gave us apples.  Sheesh, she likes peppermints and candy too! So be prepared all of you out there in cyber land to see a ton of pics!!!  Thats truly what all this hullabaloo is about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here is a picture of Mr. Wyatt in his Pablo gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/2291823010039807832ZKDspx_fss.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't he a cutie patootie!!  Momma thinks so.  He loved Trick or Treating.  He would walk right up to the door and smile.  Can't wait to do it again next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-116227330722075987?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/116227330722075987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=116227330722075987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/116227330722075987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/116227330722075987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-hullabaloo.html' title='Halloween Hullabaloo!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-115984637252748859</id><published>2006-10-02T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:19.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/DSCN2373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/DSCN2373.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way I got my life back.  I just realized it today.  Don't know why it took me so long to recognize it.  I know most of you are Moms that are reading this.  You are familiar with the loss of self when you first have your child.  The endless days of mind numbing repetitions.  Diaper after Diaper.  Bottle after Bottle.  I remember thinking my life would never be fun again!  I wondered if I would ever look forward to the dawn of a new day.  I wondered if I would ever feel fully rested again.  I have to say that nowadays, everything is fun, each day I look forward to waking up, and I am back to staying up late and feeling nice and rested in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My transition into motherhood was quite a startling event.  I used to live my life thinking of only myself, as most 20 somethings do.  I could go to the barn at 10:00 p.m. if I wanted to.  I could take myself out to lunch and leisurely read a favorite book.  I could go to the movies at the drop of a hat.  I had more friends.  All of a sudden I found out Wyatt was on his way and I knew all those things were quickly coming to a close.  The "Me" chapter of life was ending.  I lost friends but looking back they were friends I needed to lose.  I can still go to the barn at 10:00 pm because it's location has changed.  Lunch isn't so leisurely but it isn't spent alone either!!  And maybe I can't go to movies on the drop of a hat but I sure can cuddle on the couch and watch one with Wyatt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I have to say that the first 6 months of being a Mom were tough.  Harder than I ever could have prepared myself for.  But I'm a different person now than I was during that time.  The subsequent 8 months have been a joy and little by little I'm finding things in my life I love much more than the things I thought I would miss.  So here is a brief breakdown of my "new" favorite things. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Open mouth sloppy kisses!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Cuddle time!&lt;br /&gt;3.  Conversations/Translations in the "grunt" language&lt;br /&gt;4.  Toys&lt;br /&gt;5.  Nap Time!&lt;br /&gt;6.  Saturdays with Grami &amp;amp; PaPaw&lt;br /&gt;7.  Sundays with my two favorite guys&lt;br /&gt;8.  Hearing "Mama" constantly!  (like every minute)&lt;br /&gt;9.  Singing Silly Songs&lt;br /&gt;10. Appreciating the innocence of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank my son for teaching me to appreciate all those things and for turning me into a Mommy.  I love my job!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-115984637252748859?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/115984637252748859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=115984637252748859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/115984637252748859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/115984637252748859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-life.html' title='Hello Life!!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-115771968373368605</id><published>2006-09-08T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:19.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodeo Time in Texas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/DSCN2207s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/DSCN2207s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cooler weather has found Texas again!  Wyatt and I have started to venture back outside without boiling before we reach the car.  I know he is enjoying getting out and I certainly am.  This week has been a big week for us!  We helped Sherri, Cody and Colin move into their new apartment on Monday (Labor Day), Wednesday night we ate dinner with Grami and Papaw, and last night we went to the Rodeo in Decatur!! It is that last event that I feel like talking about today!  Wyatt's first Rodeo!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been looking forward to this rodeo for well over a month now.  I just knew Wyatt was going to love it. I figured he'd stay interested until the end of tie-down roping and we'd go home early.  Ha! That boy was interested until the last bull left the chute.  He probably could have made it thru part of the slack competition after the rodeo too!!  He sat on his Daddy's lap for most of it just clapping and hollering.  He loved when the calves came past us on the way to the holding chute.  He loved the clown.  He loved all the pretty horses.  It was great!!  And of course since it didn't start until 8 p.m. he got a little sleepy (and loopy) and started dolling out hugs and kisses.  Wyatt isn't by nature a cuddler, but last night you would have never known that.  I probably got 10 hugs in a row.  See in my mind it was because he was soooo thankful to get to go to the Rodeo!  So now I'm looking forward to the circus!!!!!  I bet that one is a big hit as well!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-115771968373368605?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/115771968373368605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=115771968373368605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/115771968373368605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/115771968373368605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/09/rodeo-time-in-texas.html' title='Rodeo Time in Texas!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-115621398742057086</id><published>2006-08-21T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:19.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like some whine with that cheese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/DSCN2042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/DSCN2042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy is growing up.  No doubt about it.  Everyday he learns something new.  Last week  I taught him there was a puppy on his shirt so now when you ask him "Where's the puppy" he points to his chest no matter what he is wearing.  It is a very cute trick even if it's wrong.  However I think I'm looking forward to the next language explosion.  Wyatt communicates very well, the problem is he points and whines to indicate what he wants.  This was all very cute for about a week but now it is really getting annoying!!  I don't know how long this phase lasts but I'm actually ready for him to grow out of it!    Tonight at dinner he kept pointing at the ceiling fans and whining.  It seems two of them were on and two were off and he didn't like the fact that they weren't all the same.  Our waiter turned the one nearest us on which made him happy but then the furthest from us wasn't on and he kept pointing and whining for a good 15 minutes.  Even the people next to us were looking at what he was pointing at.  Silly boy.  At least he is very observant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are really ready for fall around here too!!  The weather has made life miserable for us because we can't go outside and play.  And since it is so hot out there all the animals want in with us.  So counting Wyatt and I that makes 10 animals inside all day long.  There are bound to be territory skirmishes with half that number!!  Wyatt didn't take a long enough nap today because there were kitties hiding under his bed.  Then when he was in the living room playing I had to keep him from dragging some of the dumber cats around.  (I wouldn't say they were dumb but come on! Who takes a nap under the coffee table when there is a one year old around)  Luckily we made it through another day with no injuries and no banishments.  Who knows about tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I can't forget to mention Buttercup/Ranger.  Wyatt's new spring horse from his Aunt Emma.  He loves that horse!!  The first thing he does in the morning is get his diaper changed but the second has to be give his new horse a kiss.  I don't even get kisses!!  He loves to ride on Buttercup/Ranger and bounces if we stop bouncing it!  Won't be long and he'll have figured out how to get up there by himself!  Oh yes, and if anyone has any preference to whether this spring horse ends up "Buttercup" or "Ranger" please leave a comment.  Greg and I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'm off to take a long bubble bath!!  Wyatt and I are running errands tomorrow but it's not supposed to be over 100!!  I'll believe it when I see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-115621398742057086?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/115621398742057086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=115621398742057086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/115621398742057086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/115621398742057086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/08/would-you-like-some-whine-with-that.html' title='Would you like some whine with that cheese?'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-115457230578706338</id><published>2006-08-02T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:19.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Wyatt!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been a year since Wyatt came into my world.  He has made everyone he knows so happy.  But I think his Mommy still loves him best!  (Just don't tell Daddy, PaPaw or Grami!)  He has had a wonderful Birthday and got to spend some great time with lots of people who love him.  We are so blessed to have such great friends and family.  I thought I'd be a little nostalgic today and post my birthstory that I wrote for the internet pregnancy board I live on.  (Love all my internet friends too)  So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it all started normally enough when I went in to get cervadil on Monday the 1st of August. After the cervadil was inserted I started having regular contractions that worsened all night long. At 4 in the morning my water broke on it’s own and we started some pretty good labor. I was 2 cm. dialated when they checked me at 4a.m. and the nurse decided to go ahead with the Pitocin. By 8:30 I couldn’t take the contractions anymore. I was dilated to a 3 and 90% effaced so they offered me narcotics. I had, up until that moment, been completely against the use of narcotics during my delivery but I was in such pain I decided to go ahead and try them out. Luckily I already had my hep lock in and was getting fluid with my pitocin so they gave me a shot of stadol and it worked wonderfully. It took the edge off and I could sleep for the minutes in between my contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That relief lasted for about an hour but by 9:30 a.m. I couldn’t take it anymore. The nurses called for my epidural and the anesthesiologist came and began the procedure. It took him an hour and a half to find the right place in my back. 4 needles went in. All during this I was contracting. Luckily, he had the forethought to give me another dose of narcotic so I could concentrate and relax. I was lucky to even get my epidural because the Doctor who did it said he was the one they called when they couldn’t find the right spot in other patients. And boy did he have a rough time of it!! He told me then that I had a 50/50 chance of getting a spinal headache after delivery because of how messy my epidural had been. (That had been one of my biggest fears about getting an epidural so I wasn’t pleased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the epidural my contractions were very bearable and I sat around until about 4:30 when I had this overwhelming urge to push. I told the nurse this and she checked me but said I was at a 9 and to breath thru them. So for two hours I breathed thru contractions that were killing me and making me want to push. My doctor had come in and checked me about 5:30 and I was a 10 with a lip. So she wanted me to try and let the lip open. It never did. So around 6:20 or so she put her hand in and held the lip out of the way and I started pushing. I pushed the baby past the lip in about 30 minutes. After that I pushed and pushed and pushed until I couldn’t do it anymore. I was exhausted. My epidural had worn off and the boluses that the anesthesiologists were giving me to help weren’t touching my pain at all. I could tell the baby wasn’t moving and it was really discouraging. I knew I was making no progress. About 8:00 my doctor told me we were going to have to either deliver by forceps or by c-section because the baby couldn’t take it anymore and neither could I. I agreed to try the forceps. I was very scared. She put the forceps in and with some major pushing and pulling we got his head out and I pushed the rest of the way. Wyatt was born at 8:19 on August 2nd, 8 lbs 1oz and 19 ½ inches long. At that time I was so relieved to have him out of me I barely looked at him. He was perfect and scored well on his apgars. They gave him to me and I didn’t even notice the doctor was still working on me. I finally asked the doctor if I had torn and she said yes. Well I started blacking out and all I heard was I can’t find the other artery. I need more gauze. Then I don’t really remember much except that they took the baby from me and I couldn’t hear anything anymore. I found out later that I had 3 ruptured arteries and lost a liter of blood. My doctor sewed on me for 2 ½ hours and was still having trouble getting the bleeding to stop. My blood pressure dropped from 150 / 80 to 70 / 30 and they were trying to keep me alive. They did a good job of this and I came back around much later to witness the end of the doctor stitching me up. My hemoglobin level dropped from 12 to a 5 and they had to give me 2 units of blood that night. The next day my hemoglobin level was only at 8 so they decided to give me 2 more units of blood. I thought this would be the worst of it and that I’d get to go home on Friday. We did get to go home Friday but I hadn’t seen the end yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home on Friday my legs became so swollen my ankles couldn’t even bend. So my Mom took me back to the emergency room. The doctor there (he must of have been 75) told me that I just had fluid from the delivery and gave me a lasix and told me to go home and keep my feet up. Well that night I developed some major pain and congestion in my chest. I couldn’t even lay down it hurt so badly. Plus I had the spinal headache that had developed the day after delivery and I was in major pain. By Monday morning I couldn’t take it anymore and after we took Wyatt to the pediatrician we went to my doctor. She was very concerned and sent me straight to the hospital. I went in by myself because I didn’t want Wyatt exposed to the hospital and risk him getting sick so I sent him home with my Mom. That was really scary. They checked me in at the hospital, did Chest x-rays and started breathing treatments and took some blood and vitals. (my blood pressure was really high). My doctor thought I might have developed pre-eclampsia after delivery, which is rare but happens so I was preparing myself for that. When she finally came in with all my lab and test results I was completely not prepared to here I was in heart failure. It’s called postpartum myocardial apathy. Basically my heart couldn’t pump the fluid out of my body anymore because there was so much put in. It just gave up and let it build up. I had fluid on my lungs, and fluid everywhere else. I had to take a major dose of lasix and I was so afraid I was going to have to stay in the hospital overnight again without my baby!! I cried and cried. You aren’t supposed to hear you have heart failure when you are 26 years old!! Well the lasix did the trick and I got most of the fluid off my lungs so the doctor let me go home late that night. So far my heart has kept the fluid off my lungs like a trooper!&lt;br /&gt;But I know now the correct answer to forcep or csection (for me) will always be Csection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I would do it over again everyday for my favorite person!!  I never knew I could love somebody this much!!  So here is a pic of my baby a year ago and then one from today!  My how he has grown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0105.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN1089s.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-115457230578706338?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/115457230578706338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=115457230578706338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/115457230578706338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/115457230578706338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-wyatt.html' title='Happy Birthday Wyatt!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-115211238918022650</id><published>2006-07-05T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:19.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th, is that a milestone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/DSCN1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/DSCN1815.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the 4th of July has come and passed.  Wyatt actually made it to his first fireworks show!  For some silly reason I have been romantizing how it would be to take Wyatt to a big Fireworks show.  I've dreamed of how much he would love it and how cool it would be to see him see one for the first time.  I guess it all comes from the fact that I love fireworks so much.  They are so pretty and cool and they have them at Disneyland all the time.  So I had yesterday very planned out!  Wyatt went to bed at 6:30.  Then, like the mean Momma I am, I woke him up at 8:30!  Daddy drove to the Trophy Club pool and found a parking spot and sprayed us all down with bug spray.  We waited for about 20 minutes and then the first firework went off.  It was LOUD!!!  Wyatt was soo scared of it!!  Then the second and third scared him too!!  I though we were going to have to pack him up and head home!!  My poor baby! Mean ol' Mommy got him out of his bead and took him to see scary explosions in the air!!  I felt pretty bad!  But then he came around and started pointing at them and hollering at them.  By about the 10th oneI think he was really enjoying them!!  I stood and held him and watched him watch his first July 4th!  It was so neat.  The fireworks lit up his face and I could see him smiling!!  All in all it was a great experiance.  One more first for his baby book, and one less first to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 28 days until his first birthday!!  I can not believe how fast this year has gone!!  Just 12 short months ago I was miserable and hardly able to move around.  Now I'm sooo happy and not miserable at all!!  I can honestly say I am back to normal and feel healthy and happy and I'd do it all over again a million times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Leslie was here all weekend too!! I always love see her.  She doesn't get to come down and visit often enough.  It was a great weekend, and my birthday was great too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-115211238918022650?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/115211238918022650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=115211238918022650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/115211238918022650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/115211238918022650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/07/july-4th-is-that-milestone.html' title='July 4th, is that a milestone?'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-115137781305138609</id><published>2006-06-26T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:18.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/Sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/Sleeping.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a pretty normal day for Mr. Wyatt.  We slept till 7 a.m, then played until 8:30 for our first nap (well his, not Mommy's).  Then back up again at 10:30 to play some more.  Visited with Daddy at lunch time, then back down at 1 for his second nap.  That one was interupted by Mr. Schwartz who got himself locked in Wyatt's room AGAIN.  So at 3 Wyatt was awake and ready to play.  This was all very normal.  Then Daddy called and said he was going to work until 7.  Uh Oh.  That means that Mommy is responsible for the evening entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt's normal bedtime is after 8:00 and with Daddy home that is not a problem.  But I was watching Wyatt and at 5:00 he told me he was sleepy.  (Started rubbing his eyes, fussing, clinging to me.)  So outside we went.  We fed the horses, walked around the property, ran thru the sprinkler, walked down the road and went back inside to try and play some more.  That only got us to 6:15.  So I made some dinner for him and we ate some cookies.  Tried to let him play againg but it was a no go.  Evidently Mommy is not entertaining enough.  So at 6:40ish I gave him a bottle (because I think he was about 5 minutes away from a melt down) and at 6:50 he was out!!!  Thats right, for the night!  So poor Daddy got home and the little boy he loves sooo much was sleeping for the night.  Poor Dad pouted for an hour and kept saying, maybe it's only a nap.  Ha.  So I guess Daddy doesn't get to work late anymore!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-115137781305138609?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/115137781305138609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=115137781305138609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/115137781305138609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/115137781305138609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/06/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and Burn'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-115085952122778374</id><published>2006-06-20T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:18.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handing over the spoon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/Wyatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/Wyatt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt has a new hobby. He eats junebugs!!  Blech!!!  I caught him eating one today and luckily fished it out of his mouth pronto!!  But the little stink went back to where he found it and was looking for more of them!! Yucky!!  I'm going to have to seal all the exits!! No more kitties coming inside.  Or husbands for that matter!!  I had the eebie jeebies for an hour afterwards!!  I know I'm going to be walking a step behind Mr. Wyatt from now on with my trusty dust vac in hand!!  Hopefully he won't find anymore to eat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a postivie note he is eating pretty good now!!  He finished an entire Tamale last week at dinner and I was so proud of him!!  Tonight he ate half a hot dog (cut into tiny little pieces).  I'm so glad he is eating!!  I thought he was seriously going to take me up on the not eating until he was ten threat!  I guess since he seemed to handle a junebug okay he may not need me to cut his food into teeny tiny bits anymore.  I guess I'll try and be a brave Mommy and give him bigger pieces.  And I probably should let him feed himself.  It's just so hard to hand over the spoon!! I'm pretty sure he is ready for it since he has been attempting to wrestle it from my grip for a few weeks now.  Sigh.  I know I've said it before but growing up is hard on Mommies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-115085952122778374?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/115085952122778374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=115085952122778374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/115085952122778374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/115085952122778374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/06/handing-over-spoon.html' title='Handing over the spoon!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-114947581401697767</id><published>2006-06-04T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:18.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Wyatt holds court.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/Prince%20Wyatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/Prince%20Wyatt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big boy is walking!!  He tries to walk everywhere now!! It's so much fun and causes Mommy so many heart attacks all day long!!  I thought learning to pull up was tough but walking is a lot worse!!  So far we've been lucky and he just falls on his butt or on his hands but the first time he hits the coffee table we may have to upholster all the walls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't been up to much other than keeping cool.  It is soooo hot outside we don't even go visit the horses during the day anymore.  Although when we do go somewhere in the Tahoe we HAVE to stop and talk to them.  Wyatt just loves waving and hollering at them.  And they do their part and come running to the fence every time like they are just waiting to hear what Prince Wyatt has to say today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One nice thing about hot weather is it's pool time!!  Every weekend we spend floating and playing and motor-boating around Grami and Papaw's pool!! Wyatt looooovves it!!  He starts giggling as soon as he sees it and he absolutely hates getting the sunscreen on because it takes too long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Mr. Wyatt might be teething too because he hasn't been sleeping very good and has been really fussy.  Of course after his last round of being sick he has been a lot more clingy than before.  Not that I'm complaining but it would be nice to be able to walk into the kitchen without causing him to go into extreme panic mode! In fact his highness has come into his own as far as ideas and what he wants.  For instance, I could, prior to his stomach bug, take away any toy or item he shouldn't have without any commotion.  Now it's like I've broken his heart!!  He screams and throws himself back and acts just a two year old!!  I just role my eyes and think I'm glimpseing a bit of my near future!  Heaven help me when he IS two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has really started eating!! I'm so excited!! I can see an end to bottles in sight!!  There for a while he wouldn't even eat 1/4 jar of baby food in a WHOLE day!  Now he is down to 1 big jar for breakfast, a jar of raviollis or some other toddler food at lunch and then tonight he had a jar of raviolli and two jars of applesauce!!  It's amazing!! He just kept eating and eating!  Then the best part was he only took about 3 ozs of his final bottle!! Yay!!  Maybe at 1 year he will be off of the bottle after all!! Wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-114947581401697767?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/114947581401697767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=114947581401697767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114947581401697767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114947581401697767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/06/prince-wyatt-holds-court.html' title='Prince Wyatt holds court.'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-114809469782978345</id><published>2006-05-19T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:18.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, been busy watching Wyatt grow up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/DSCN1605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/DSCN1605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well once again I have had a major lapse in my blogging!! I'd like to say it won't happen again but we all know I'd be lieing. Boy oh boy this has been a major week though!! So I'm going to do a quick recap and run through of everything my big boy is doing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing - He has been standing on his own for a little while (like a month or so) but this week he has just done it A LOT!! He can stand and stay balanced up to 30 seconds before he falls down or grabs on to something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking - TWO BIG STEPS TODAY!! Yep!! My boy walked today!! He was just standing on his own and then turned towards me and took two steps!! I was so proud!! He didn't have a hold of anything before taking off!! It was a major accomplishment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking - This has been the most fun!! For the longest time I didn't think he would ever start talking but 4 nights ago he was eating dinner with his Dad and he started saying DA DA DA DA! He only says it when we are talking about his Dad!! I was so proud!! Then the next day he started babbling BaBaBaBa, but so far it hasn't been in relation to anything. He has started saying PupPup everytime he sees the dogs or the horses so I"m pretty sure that is what he is calling them. (I guess he thinks the horses are just big puppies) And earlier today he was chasing one of our cats and yelling KiKiKiKi!! So I think that is a word too! And my absolute favorite just surfaced tonight!!! I was walking down the hall and he started waving at me and said Ma MA!!!! Plain as day!! I thought I had heard him say it over dinner when I wasn't giving him a bite fast enough but there was no mistaking the MaMa!! when he saw me coming towards him!! Then he cuddled with me for a few minutes. I just love cuddling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this growing Wyatt has been sick the last few days. It was scary, he threw up out his nose!! Scared me to death!! The doctor said he has a sore throat and that was why he was doing it. So far he hasn't done it again but he had about 8 episodes of throwing up yesterday! I felt so bad for him because he hasn't thrown up since he was about a month old!! He has been so clingy and cuddling (which isn't like him at all!!) so I know he felt really bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I'm off to bed!! I'll try not to stay away as long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-114809469782978345?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/114809469782978345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=114809469782978345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114809469782978345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114809469782978345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/05/sorry-been-busy-watching-wyatt-grow-up.html' title='Sorry, been busy watching Wyatt grow up!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-114549658844987073</id><published>2006-04-19T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:18.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/DSCN1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/DSCN1477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Wednesday already? Wow, this week is going by fast. I didn't do much today compared with yesterday but it was nice to be back on schedule! I finally decided it was time to be brave and let Wyatt try a cracker today. I gave him one of the low fat Saltines and he loved it!! Crushed it to smithereens but the part he ate he loved!! He ate 5 crackers and drank a bottle of juice (from a cup!!) and then took a long nap. He hasn't been sleeping much at night so I'm hoping crackers help him not get so hungry! LOL. He has been waking up at 4:30 every morning wanting a bottle. Since that is going backwards I liked to cut that out! Tonight before bed he had 5 crackers and a jar of baby food so maybe he won't get hungry!! I can dream. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt decided to start acting like a 2 year old today. It's pretty funny! When I got to pick him up from somewhere he's not supposed to be he gets so mad and yells!! He even smacked my arm once. He is getting his own ideas about how things should be that is for sure!! He has also started giving love pats on request. It's not quite a hug but it'll have to do!! And I don't even dare dream of kisses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grami brought Wyatt a pool yesterday and he loved it!! He thought it was so much fun!! It was cold water but he didn't care at all!! I took some really cute photos of him playing in it. I can't wait until Summer comes and we can go swimming in Grami's and Pa-Paw's pool! It will be like my life has come around full circle!! Last year I was swimming in the pool because I felt as big as a whale and this year I'll be floating in the pool with what caused me to feel as big as a whale!! And he's much cuter on the outside than he was on the inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather people say we might get storms tonight so I'm about to go outside and bring in the horses. They like to be in the barn when it's raining and I can't say that I blame them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I might go soak in a nice bubble bath when I'm done moving horses!! That sounds heavenly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-114549658844987073?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/114549658844987073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=114549658844987073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114549658844987073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114549658844987073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/04/pool-time.html' title='Pool time!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-114532922453101510</id><published>2006-04-17T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:18.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Race You!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/DSCN1456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/DSCN1456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was it hot out there today!!! It was too hot to even sit on the porch, therefor we did a lot of indoor playing and crawling and getting into everything!! Wyatt pulled the phone desk over on top of himself, so I had to move that. Then he discovered how much fun it is to try and out crawl Mommy! He would crawl to the spot where the tile starts and look back at me to see if I was watching. Then he'd take off!! Fast as a turtle!! It's really cute though because he slaps the floor when he is trying to go fast. Not sure why that helps but it makes him feel speedier!! We played this game of chase probably 20 times today. I would just sit down and be lulled into a false sense of tranquility when off to the races he'd go!! One of the funnies things was he was going so fast one time and looking over his shoulder to see if I was going to catch him and he bonked into the cabinet. Silly boy!! I guess he learned to always watch where you are going!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was fun! We went and visited with Aunt Sherry and Uncle Mack. Keal and Mark were there with their kids, Mack and Macy. Wyatt liked playing with them. (both are still very young!) He really enjoyed watching Macky talk and walk around. It was like complete entertainment. Our cousin Donielle was there with his wife Missy and their kids, Hannah, Blain and Drey. Boy are they all growing up. It's hard to believe how old everyone is now!! I always enjoy seeing them. Wyatt wasn't shy at all. In fact as soon as we walked thru the door he was leaping from our arms to everyone else! No stranger anxiety there. Then he was all smiles for a good hour while he checked everyone out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grami is coming out tomorrow to help me with Wyatt because we are having our new mattress delivered and the farrier is coming out to do the girls. So just in case this all happened at the same time and to avoid the chance that Wyatt has to be outside for an extended amount of time in the heat Grami said she'd come babysit!! I really had to twist her arm thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed name="ImageFader2" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://content9.bigoo.ws/ImageFader3.swf?idq=" width="450" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" quality="high" time_photo="3000" bg_colore_h="300&amp;zoom_effect=" bg_colore_x="225&amp;amp;bg_colore_w=" tmpbasey="32&amp;bg_colore_y=" tmpbaseh="260&amp;amp;tmpbasex=" id_swf="33&amp;amp;tmpbasew="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace layouts" src="http://content9.bigoo.ws/slideshow_loader.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-114532922453101510?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/114532922453101510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=114532922453101510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114532922453101510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114532922453101510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/04/ill-race-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Race You!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-114498759483567934</id><published>2006-04-13T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:18.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet and Scream!</title><content type='html'>Today has been a busy day. Actually this whole week has been hectic!! Yesterday Wyatt and I went to meet a friend from Momma Zone at Bass Pro Shops. Mikayla has a son Jacob that is just a few weeks older than Wyatt. I thought my little guy would have a lot of fun 'playing' with Jacob but boy was I wrong!!!! Whenever Jacob would try to touch him Wyatt would just start crying as hard as he could. It was so bizarre because he wouldn't stop!! Mommy didn't help at all and he kept wanting to go to Jacob's parents. You would think if he was scared he would want his Mommy but he didn't. It made me so sad for him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/WyatJacob9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few more pictures of Jacob and Wyatt having a better time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="226" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/WyattJAcob8.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/WyattJacob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="220" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/WyattJAcob6.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got to thinking that maybe something was wrong with him so I called the nurse. Since this is a holiday weekend she made us an appointment just in case. So we had the Doctor appt at 3 today and nothing is wrong with him. It was nice to see Dr. Hollis but I wish I knew why he was being so weird. Dr. Hollis thinks he might just be teething. I guess I'll find out soon enough!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow is Good Friday so we are going to spend the day with Grami! I hope he is feeling better! We are going to go have his picture made with the Easter bunny so if this new fear is stranger anxiety I guess I'll know that too!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-114498759483567934?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/114498759483567934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=114498759483567934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114498759483567934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114498759483567934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/04/meet-and-scream.html' title='Meet and Scream!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-114481026489561627</id><published>2006-04-11T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:18.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chew Chew!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/RSCN1392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/RSCN1392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt has finally done it!! He ate something that wasn't mush!! He ate a fruit puff!!! Not only did he eat a fruit puff, but he fed it to himself!! I've been trying to teach him how to do this for weeks!! Then this evening he just put one in his mouth and chewed! It was like he has been doing it his whole life. Sigh. Maybe he will eat real food before he is 10 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also stood several more times on his own. In fact once he bent over to pick something up and then stood up without touching anything. He has good balance!! I'm so proud of him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to meet a friend from Momma Zone tomorrow at a place here in town. It should be a lot of fun because her son Jacob is just a week or so older than Wyatt!! He loves people his age!! Plus we are going to go see some really big fish and he loves fish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap time is still going extremely well!! In fact it has become so routine that I know before he is about to cry that it is time for a nap and I just make him a bottle and lay him down with it. I know that is not a good thing because he's not learning to go to sleep without his bottle but we generally don't put him down in the evenings with his bottle. We did tonight though because he fell asleep before he even started his bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he woke up sooooo early. (5:30). Greg decided to just change his diaper and give him his bottle and let him drink it in his bed. Well, he fell back asleep until 8:30. I knew he wasn't done sleeping yet!! Maybe that will cure him of these early morning wake ups. He wakes at 6 then back down at 8:30 for his first nap. That is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'd better get off here and go to bed too!! We have a busy day tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-114481026489561627?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/114481026489561627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=114481026489561627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114481026489561627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114481026489561627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/04/chew-chew.html' title='Chew Chew!!!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-114441857635511554</id><published>2006-04-07T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:18.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up is hard to do!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/DSCN1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/DSCN1352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday!! I'm so happy! Not sure why I'm happy it's Friday. I look forward to everyday but for some reason I love Fridays!! Wyatt is napping again. He has been waking up really early and then taking a really early nap. Not sure how to stop that. He has been a little cranky lately so maybe he is getting his next tooth. We are up to a grand total of 7 right now. Just waiting on 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought bubbles yesterday at Walmart. I can't wait to try them with him!! We are going to go outside after his nap is over and see what he thinks. He may not even notice them! He has been so busy lately he won't even slow down to look me in the eye. Ever! I'm not sure if all babies are like that or if Wyatt is just super busy but it is sad because I don't feel like he is listening to me half the time I'm talking. I wonder what the next months will bring. This last month has been a doozy as far as what Wyatt has learned to do. He's gone from Army crawling to cruising around on the furniture. He rarely falls down now unexpectedly so he doesn't bump his head as often on things (thank goodness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody told me that time goes really fast after you have babies and I didn't really believe them. The first few months after I had Wyatt I remember thinking, "Ha! Time will never go fast again" but I was wrong. It is flying by. I found myself in the baby department at Walmart yesterday and I got teary eyed just standing next to all the baby clothes. Wyatt went from a 6 month size to 18 month practically over night! I can shop in the toddler area now. And for some reason that makes me so sad. But then I remember the stuff I'm looking forward to with Wyatt. Like going to Disneyland, Chuckecheese, Six Flags, Casa Maniana, Wet N Wild, etc. . I'm looking forward to seeing the world thru his eyes again. At the rate we are going I'll see it all again in just a few years. (But it will seem like it's just tomorrow!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-114441857635511554?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/114441857635511554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=114441857635511554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114441857635511554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114441857635511554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/04/growing-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Growing up is hard to do!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-114433451054881830</id><published>2006-04-06T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:18.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Stinker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/DSCN1348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/DSCN1348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today Wyatt and I are going to go meet Grami for lunch. We are very excited about this. (well I am, Wyatt is napping). I haven't been out of the house since Monday!! Sad isn't it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's thundering outside right now and I don't know how Wyatt sleeps thru that!! It seems so loud. Of course if I were to walk down the hallway he'd be up in a heartbeat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Mr. Wyatt woke up at 5:30 this morning!!! I told him it was a good thing the time had changed or it would be a very undecent 4:30!!! Stinker. Of course he wanted to take a nap at 6:30 so he did but that didn't help me at all. I'm sleepy!! If it weren't for this blasted DSL I might could go to bed early tonight. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's getting close to time to leave. . maybe I should start walking up and down the hall to wake Wyatt up, since the Thunder isn't doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-114433451054881830?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/114433451054881830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=114433451054881830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114433451054881830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114433451054881830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/04/mr-stinker.html' title='Mr. Stinker'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-114424684846358837</id><published>2006-04-05T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:18.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/1600/RSCN1354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4833/2048/320/RSCN1354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy keeping up with blogging is hard!! I find that if I don't post often, I don't post at all!! So here goes a renewel atempt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt is doing great. He is such a busy boy. He doesn't have much time to hang out with his Momma. He moves from one thing he can pull up on to another. If I set the living room up right he almost makes it across the room without having to get down and crawl!! It's very funny. I think he is so focused on learning to walk that he couldn't care less about learning to talk. He doesn't do anything on request. No waving bye-bye, or giving Mommy five, or repeating syllables. Maybe he is to young for that. . certainly is to busy for it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt had his first haircut on Saturday. It was fun. He looks great. Surprisingly he didn't squirm too much. It helped that Angie's daughter Brailey was there and Wyatt enjoyed pulling her hair and grabbing her nose. Angie would be cutting or combing Wyatt's hair and encourging him to grab Brailey's hair and pull. Poor Brailey. It's a good thing she isn't tender-headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is going much better than it was. Wyatt has slept thru the night for a long time now but Greg and I were used to letting him fall asleep on us first before laying him down. So for naps he was just laying beside me in the living room on the couch. Then I read that he was supposed to be sleeping 11 hours a night and getting around 3 hours worth of naps a day. Since we were nowhere near those amounts I decided we needed to change our routine. So now Wyatt goes down for 2 naps a day in his crib, and we just lay him down after his bath in the evenings. He falls asleep pretty fast now!! It's great. Plus the bonus is he stays asleep longer!!! Even the time change hasn't bothered him. He still goes to sleep at 8 p.m. and wakes up around 7 a.m. Works for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We recently ordered DSL so now I can upload videos of Wyatt. I wanted to share one little video today as well. Most people have already watched it but I wanted to see if I can do this. So here goes: This is a video of Wyatt riding Sterling with his Dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/65754/20060328/190000.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Hosting&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-114424684846358837?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/114424684846358837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=114424684846358837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114424684846358837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114424684846358837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/04/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-114220213943765919</id><published>2006-03-12T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T09:37:46.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN1132s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN1132s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Wow!! It's been a long time since I posted! Wyatt is growing like a weed!! He can officially crawl now, not just Army style. He and I have a good routine now during the day. We spend about 2 hours outside in the glorious sunshine!!! I love it!! Wyatt loves it!! And all the outdoor kitties love it!! I have been gardening a lot lately and Wyatt sits in his exercauser while I dig holes and plant flowers!!! We have tulips blooming in my garden right now!! I'm so excited. I put some water on the bottom of Wyatt's exercauser so he can splash his little feet in it and he loves that so much. He doesn't get to do it very often but on the days when it is nearly 90 outside I let him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;I went for a wonderful ride on Sterling Friday night. She is so fun to ride. It feels like just yesterday I rode everyday. (well that is until I woke up Saturday morning and had majorly sore legs from being out of shape!) It was so lovely. Almost like a dream to ride. The sun was out, breeze blowing, trees blooming everywhere. There was some wonderful sweet smell on the wind and Sterling was a good girl. I felt very free and a little more like my old self than I have in months!! (Not that I'm complaining!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;All the trees are budding everywhere.  It's so fun to look around and see little patches of green dotting the woods.  I can't wait until all my trees are done budding!!  I miss all the green leaves!  Plus that means Summer will be here and we can take Wyatt swimming!!  He is going to have so much fun at Grami and Pa-Paw's swimming!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Today Greg and I went to the Bowie Trade Days while Wyatt stayed with Grami and Pa-Paw. We had a good time! We bought a Texas Star for our barn, a leather phone holder for Greg's cell phone, and 2 flats of petunias for my garden. They were great deals and we enjoyed our baby free morning. We only stayed for 3 hours because we were ready to get home and get our boy back!! Mr. Wyatt is more fun than anything we can come up with by ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Tomorrow should be a big day for Wyatt. Grami, Wyatt and I are going to the Fort Worth Zoo!!! He has never been!! We are meeting Grami's friend Marilyn there with her nephew Thaden and grandson Zachary. Should be a blast!! I'm sad Greg won't get to go but we have tickets for some weekend when he can go. I'm bringing extra batteries for my camera so he doesn't miss out on too much!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Wyatt has started being a little more clingy to me than he was a few weeks ago. I think his stranger anxiety stage is finally setting in. I can't leave him in the living to go to the kitchen anymore. He will cry and crawl to the gate near the kitchen until I pick him up. I'm not sure why it bothers him so much for me to go into the kitchen, he can still see me. I guess thats just one of those mysteries of a babies mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-114220213943765919?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/114220213943765919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=114220213943765919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114220213943765919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114220213943765919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-114038226446312542</id><published>2006-02-19T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:18.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN1032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;This week has been crazy!! The amount Wyatt has grown and learned is just amazing to me. He is a fast motor scooter on the floor, he now has 4 teeth!!! Yep 4!!! And he gives kisses now!!! We went to the Pediatrician for his 6 month appointment (even though he is 6 1/2 months old) and she said he is just wonderful!! She is so glad he is doing so well after the rough start he had. He weighs 18 lbs 14 ozs, and is 28 1/4 inches tall!! Tall and skinny. She said he is at the same stage developmentally as a 9 month old and that she wouldn't be surprised if he was walking the next time she sees him!! Heaven help me!! Mr. Wyatt does not want to be held at all!! If he is awake he wants on the floor!! Of course when he gets sleepy he wants to be held sort of. He is a little wishy washy then. We have had a few rough nights this week because of his 3rd and 4th tooth coming in but hopefully, now that the last is out he will sleep tonight!!! After a weekend with Grammi and Pa - Paw he needs all the rest he can get. Those grandparents of his must stay up all night long playing!! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;We went and visited my Aunt Nancy on Friday. That was fun. I have always loved hanging out with her and I'm sure Wyatt will too!! She did my taxes so I had to name my "Ranch" business!! We are officially Lightning Bug Ranch!! I am excited!! Still feel silly calling a little bitty property a ranch but I couldn't come up with anything else. I thought Lightning Bug Quarter horses, but half of my horses are Appaloosas so that won't work. Could be Lightning Bug Performance Horses but I'd never be able to afford a sign with that written on it!! Too long!! Plus none of my horses perform at the moment. Lightning Bug Farm. . . hmm no cows, and to me farm implies cows. I just couldn't decide. Anyways I'm rambling. Whatever it is Wyatt is now growing up on a Ranch. . . ette maybe. Lol Now he just needs his own pony!! I just had a break thru!! Maybe we could call it Lightning Bug Creek? That is why we named it that in the first place. The creek that runs by our house has a ton of Lightning Bugs in it in the Summer and when we first moved here I told Greg all I wanted from the property was for it to have a few Lightning bugs and the first night here I sat on the porch and there were hundreds!!! I can't wait for Wyatt to be big enough to go lightning bug hunting with me!!! We will have so much fun!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-114038226446312542?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/114038226446312542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=114038226446312542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114038226446312542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/114038226446312542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113959234173485339</id><published>2006-02-10T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:18.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaps and Bounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Boy this week has been hectic!! Wyatt has been out and about a lot and let me tell you, he'd rather be on the ground practicing crawling instead of sitting in my lap anywhere!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;On Wednesday we went to the Vet to get Bud's stitches removed. We sat in the waiting room for 2 hours!!!! Wyatt was good as usual except he really really got bored. He was a wiggle monster. Everyone thought he was such a good baby for being so happy for so long. I probably need to rethink having any other kids because it's true. I've never seen another baby that would sit for 2 hours without crying. I don't think I'd get so lucky to have two that would do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wednesday night we went to meet Grammi and Pa-Paw for dinner. That was fun but a little rough because Mr. Wyatt decided that napping was for babies and not for big boys who got to go to the vet and talk to bunches of people. So it was a sleepy wiggly dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Thursday Greg was off of work so we could all go to the dentist. We had to be there at 7 and we live over 30 minutes away so we actually had to wake Wyatt up before he got up on his own. He must have thought we were crazy!! On the way to the appointment a deer hit us!! Completely smashed the driver side door in. Scared us both to death. Wyatt slept thru it. Poor deer and poor new Tahoe!!! The deer didn't make it and the Tahoe needs some cosmetic surgery to recover. But we were all fine!!  So we finished at the dentist around 10:00, had to go to Greg's work and get his paycheck to take into town to put in the bank. Then Greg had to go see SSG Bowers at the armory in Fort Worth to finish filling out his sworn statement to clear up some stuff relating to his discharge. We were there for 2 hours!! All told poor Wyatt (and poor me) were in the car from 6:30 until 4!!!!!! He was soooooo ready to get out and practice crawling!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Crawling is going really well. We haven't officially accomplished it yet but it should only be a matter of days (if not hours!!) He can officially scoot now by pushing forward with one foot. And he is really trying to sit up but usually gets stuck in a sideways half laying position that is really cute. He has also been practicing talking this morning. He keeps repeating the P sounds over and over again. I think he is going to say Pa-Paw first!! He sure loves that Pa-Paw!! Of course he threw in a Ma-Ma for good measure today but he had no idea what he was saying. I think I got a real kiss this morning. I'm not sure because I wasn't watching his face but somehow I got an open slobbery mouth on my cheek! I'll take whatever kind of kisses he wants to give me that is for sure. His new favorite pastime is blowing raspberries on my shoulder when I pick him up. He thinks it is great fun!! And I think it is really cute. I just love this 6 months time period. He is just growing by leaps and bounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113959234173485339?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113959234173485339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113959234173485339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113959234173485339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113959234173485339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/02/leaps-and-bounds.html' title='Leaps and Bounds'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113876394805783272</id><published>2006-01-31T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:18.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Okay Wyatt is 6 months old and has been sleeping thru the night for about 3 months. I've become accustomed to getting a good 6 to 7 hours of sleep a night. However last night he decided that Mommy needed to get up at 3:30 after just 4 hours of sleep. I am not made for this anymore. I was so miserable today. I fell asleep on the couch while he was screaming and bouncing in his jumperoo. I fell asleep while I was giving him a bottle. I fell asleep while we were playing on the floor. Luckily I didn't fall asleep while I was changing a diaper or something!! That could get ugly!! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;So now it is 9 oclock, after a long day of bouncing in his jumperoo (which he loves!!) and he is asleep and I'm headed there myself. Please let him sleep thru the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Oh and I forgot to mention how much fun he had yesterday going for a walk with Daddy. That is what the picture on this post is from. He wouldn't quit smiling!! He loves being outside thank goodness. He is going to take after his Mommy!!! (His Daddy likes it ouside too.) I can't wait until it is warmer and he and I can go out during the day and play on the porch or something!!! Maybe I will make a sandbox soon and get Big Johnny the dump truck driver to come and fill 'er up!! I think Wyatt would like that. Just need to figure out how to keep the kitties out of it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113876394805783272?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113876394805783272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113876394805783272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113876394805783272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113876394805783272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/sleepy-woman.html' title='Sleepy Woman'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113824852358616952</id><published>2006-01-25T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nothing Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Okay, I'm totally cheating on today's blog but I filled out one of those email survey things you send to your friends and I decided to post here so that years from know I could look back and remember what happened today!! (Wyatt crawled!!! and someone dumped a bakers dozen of animals on our back road. ) So here it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.WHAT TIME DID YOU GET UP THIS MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;6:30. Thats sleeping in around here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.DIAMONDS OR PEARLS&lt;br /&gt;neither!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT WAS THE LAST FILM YOU SAW AT THE CINEMA?&lt;br /&gt;Chronicles of Narnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE T. V. SHOW?&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT DID YOU HAVE FOR BREAKFAST?&lt;br /&gt;Generic Cocoa Pepples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FAVORITE CUISINE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT FOODS DO YOU DISLIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish!! Yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CHIP FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranch Wavy Lays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CD AT THE MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own personal mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU DRIVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001 Chevy Tahoe!! I love, love, love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. FAVORITE SANDWICH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm. .. does a taco count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT CHARACTERISTIC DO YOU DESPISE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-centerdness. Had enough of those people to last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT CHARACTERISTIC DO YOU LOVE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. FAVORITE ITEM OF CLOTHING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Las Vegas sweat shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD ON VACATION, WHERE WOULD YOU GO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BATHROOM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly. Is that a color? It's going to be red but I haven't painted yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. FAVORITE BRAND OF CLOTHING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, anything works, as long as it comes in tall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. TO WHERE WOULD YOU RETIRE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS YOUR MOST MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st - Mom took me to Las Vegas and it was a lot of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football, mostly college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. FURTHEST PLACE YOU ARE SENDING THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHO DO YOU LEAST EXPECT TO SEND THIS BACK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. PERSON YOU EXPECT TO SEND IT BACK FIRST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same, send or don't send, it's all okay with me. (of course if you love me you will send it so I can see how you are doing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHEN IS YOUR ANNIVERSARY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 12th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. ARE YOU A MORNING PERSON OR A NIGHT PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a middle of the day person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT IS YOUR SHOE SIZE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. PETS:&lt;br /&gt;Oh geesh. Just today I picked up 13 more.. . .yep, 12 dogs and 1 cat. (living on a back road sucks)&lt;br /&gt;Dogs - Sable and Katie, and not staying are Momma Dog and Puppies 1 - 11&lt;br /&gt;Kitties - Miss Yoda, Bud, Mr. Schwartz, Dizzy, Harry and possibly Ron if he is still there in the morning.(and if he is in fact a boy)&lt;br /&gt;Horses - Sterling, Sonora, and Sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. ANY NEW AND EXCITING NEWS YOU'D LIKE TO SHARE WITH US?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm you all know it all. I moved back to Fort Worth this year and I had a baby!! Oh yeah and Wyatt crawled today and he got two teeth last week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veterinarian. And I would be too if they didn't make you take all that sucky Biochem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed and tired of puppies!!!. And very angry at stupid people who think that they can dump their animals on our road!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CANDY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Anything chocolate with almonds in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passionflower Cause it is cool and it hasn't died in my garden yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. WHAT IS A DATE ON THE CALENDAR YOU ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2nd. Wyatt's first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. WHERE IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE EVER BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominican Republic. Very cool. Beautiful mountains! Nice horses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. A SMALL THING YOU REALLY ENJOY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113824852358616952?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113824852358616952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113824852358616952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113824852358616952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113824852358616952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/nothing-blog.html' title='The Nothing Blog'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113816067787352389</id><published>2006-01-24T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nocturnal Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/RSCN0820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/RSCN0820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a good day. Well other than the fact that Wyatt's best friend is still in the hospital after a very scary weekend. But Colin is doing much better thankfully and will hopefully be out soon!! I think I will post about this when Colin is safely home and doing well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Wyatt had to go to Grammi's house last night so that his Dad and I could go see Colin's Mommy and Daddy and offer our support. Wyatt didn't mind and I'm sure he really enjoyed getting to spend some more time with Pa-paw and Grammi but he didn't appreciate the fact that we picked him up late!! It was 9:30 and he was sleeping sooooo hard he didn't wake up when I transfered him to his carseat. He slept all the way home but when we got there he woke up. I should have known he'd make me pay for waking him up!! He went back to sleep but only slept until 3:30. Then he was bright eyed and bushy tailed! I however was heavy eyed and grumpy. I finally convinced him that it was not in fact 7:00 in the morning and that he did have to sleep some more before he could play. I finally got back in bed at 4:30. However I couldn't go to sleep so I laid there until he woke up again at 5:00. Luckily my husband is wonderful and got up and put him back to sleep. Then he slept until 8:45!!! That is the latest he has ever slept!! I was getting really worried about him. Hope he doesn't do that tonight!! (well at least the waking up part.) I think I'll head to bed and get a head start on my sleep!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113816067787352389?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113816067787352389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113816067787352389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113816067787352389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113816067787352389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/nocturnal-boy.html' title='Nocturnal Boy'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113797391384618013</id><published>2006-01-22T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blustery Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a great day here in the area because it has been raining all night and all day!! I don't think it has really rained since Wyatt was born!! We have been so scared of fires around here that I'm even afraid to unplug the heat lamp because it gives a little spark. My poor neighbor was fencing and she had to stop because we are under a burn ban and an outdoor welding ban. Maybe this will make them ease up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad thing about rain is we are all cooped up inside and going stir crazy!! Weekends are great but they are really boring if you have to stay inside. I'm not used to taking care of Wyatt when 2 people are home and I find it makes the day go slow!! Although Wyatt has a good idea!! He has been napping for the last 3 hours. Greg and I would have been smart to join him but we didn't. Too busy being bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I'm proud of our horses!! We made them a big pen that is open into our little shed and I turned them all 3 in there and no fighting!! It's amazing. Sunny is a grumpy old mare and she likes to try and kick the other two but they are really getting along great!! They even stood in the shed together when it was raining and looked like they were enjoying the company. Good thing or Sunny would have to be penned in the corner. She wouldn't appreciate that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Wyatt had his big weekend at Grammi and Pa-Paws. I always miss him so much!! They wear him out!! All that fun is tiring!! Good thing he has a whole week to recuperate before the next trip! He has really been singing lately. It is so cute. He will play with his singing catipillar and after it stops singing he will start his little song!! So adorable!! I wish we could share audio clips on here!! It's great! I just love him so much it makes my heart jump!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Well I'd better go get dinner started!! Have a good blustery day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113797391384618013?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113797391384618013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113797391384618013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113797391384618013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113797391384618013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/blustery-day.html' title='The Blustery Day!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113764291246633148</id><published>2006-01-18T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Mr. Tooth!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Well it is official. My boy is growing up. He got his first tooth thru the surface tonight. It's amazing because just this morning I checked and there wasn't much there. Just two little bumps. Then tonight WHAM, one tooth thru and the other peeking at it!! I'm so excited. (It was probably that stroll over our boulders we took today. They must have jostled it out! See previous post.) I can't believe how fast babies grow up. He is almost 6 months old and it seems like just yesterday that he was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Wyatt has learned a new trick too. He sings!! (Well sorta) He makes this sound with the back of his throat then throws in a high pitched hum with it. It's hilarious!! I can't keep from smiling. In fact every time he warms up I mute the TV and just stare and listen. It's the most wonderful song I've ever heard!! Of course I tried to sing with him today but he wants no accompaniment. He will stop singing and just look at me like "Mom, you don't know the words to this one!!" So I have to sit and listen to him do his solo. Not that I mind, my vocal skills are minimal at best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;We also just got a bath seat. What a great thing!! He will just sit and splash for a really long time. He LOVES it. I thought he had enjoyed baths up until now, but it has been nothing like the first time in the bath chair. The whole room was soaking wet!! Bath chairs are the greatest!! Well I'm off to catch up on ZZZs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113764291246633148?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113764291246633148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113764291246633148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113764291246633148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113764291246633148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-mr-tooth.html' title='Hello Mr. Tooth!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113738028379003556</id><published>2006-01-15T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smacking Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0775.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I am officially a baby torturer!! Wyatt has become so entranced by food that he stares longingly at you while you eat and smacks his lips at you. It's terrible. Even Grammi said she felt like she was torturing him. He doesn't give up either. No matter how many toys we give him he just looks at my food like it is the most delicious thing he has never tasted!! I've decided that I need to bring food with me at all times for him just in case!!! Poor child!! No one EVER feeds him. (at least that's what the people at Taco Bueno think!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;On another note I rode tonight!! It was great! Sterling got her new shoes on yesterday and they made all my boulders just disappear!!! We only did 2 miles tonight but it sure was better than I've done in over a year. Sterling was jazzed and ready to go. Of course after we did the 2 miles she was ready to call it a night (not because she was tired but because she wanted to see her buddies) and I still wanted to keep going. Sigh. I wish it didn't get dark so early all the time. Can't wait for the time change. My horse-shoer has a lighted arena and he said I could come use it sometime. (of course I'd have to help out by moving cows for the guys that bull dog but I don't mind. I'm sure I could get in a few circles before they turned out the lights!!) That would be awesome. Only problem is I don't want to leave Wyatt. So I guess I'll put that on hold until he has his own pony and can come help too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113738028379003556?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113738028379003556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113738028379003556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113738028379003556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113738028379003556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/smacking-lips.html' title='Smacking Lips'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113720543481791494</id><published>2006-01-13T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Wyatt slept for 4 hours today at nap time!! I couldn't believe it. I surfed on the internet, then went and sat in front of the TV just waiting to hear him calling for me. Nothing!! I can't believe he slept that long. It's been at least 2 weeks since he got that good of a nap. I'm so relieved because it sure made him happier tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Greg and I and Wyatt went to eat at a Mexican restaurant here in town. It is so yummy. It's always crowded but we got seated and finished eating in 40 minutes!! Great service. I miss eating out all the time like I did in College Station. I was living there all by myself so there wasn't much reason to cook for me. I'd just hit up On The Border and get some soup for 3 bucks and drink water. I know those waitresses hated me!! I still tipped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Tomorrow is the beginning of the Stock Show. I'm so sad because I'm not going to the parade and I'm not riding in the parade. I was excited to move back to the Fort Worth/ Dallas area because I'd be able to ride in parades again but I don't think that is going to happen for a long time. Sterling and I used to do parades all over before I went to College. We even rode in the Grand Entry and stock show rodeo. That was a lot of fun!! I was there with 3 other girl who had never done it before and one of them was a club queen. So she had to ride in first and her horse was being horrible. We almost switched so she wouldn't embarrass herself. (Sterling was being an angel). She let me ride her horse for an hour in the afternoon and he was fine for the last rodeo performance. (Go me. Ha Ha) Anyways, I guess I got sidetracked reminiscing. I probably won't get to ride in parades until Wyatt is a lot bigger and can go ride in them with me!! Won't that be fun!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Wyatt was in a really great mood this evening as you can see by his picture. He has learned a new trick although I haven't heard him do it that much this week. He sucks his little cheeks in and makes a kissing sound. He has also started saying some form of Momma when he cries. I know he doesn't know what it means and he only says it when he is really upset, but it really works to make me feel so bad for him. Breaks my heart for him to cry. Tomorrow we are going to Grammi's for the morning then I'm getting the horses feet trimmed. Sterling is getting shoes on!!! I can't wait!! It's like getting new tires on a truck that has 4 flats!!! Whoo hoo!! Look out backroads here I come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113720543481791494?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113720543481791494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113720543481791494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113720543481791494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113720543481791494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113711553746010890</id><published>2006-01-12T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething Terribles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/RSCN0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/RSCN0796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness!! Nobody told me teething would be worse than the last month of pregnancy!! It seems like Wyatt has been teething for months and months. He is constantly chewing on his hand, my hand, Mickey's head, books, any toy that is smooth, and burp rags, not to mention a ton of other things. I can feel little teeth on the other side of his gums but they don't seem to make any progress. My poor baby has turned into a cranky fussy facsimile of his former self. He doesn't know what is wrong with him and I don't feel like I should give him Tylenol several times a day for this. He isn't sleeping well anymore either. That just makes everything worse because not only is he cranky because his gums hurt but he's cranky because he's tired!! We shared a popsicle today and he really liked to chew on that. Maybe I'll do the wet rag in the freezer thing tomorrow. I hope this doesn't last another 5 months!!! Poor Wyatt and his Mommy will be two grouchy peas in a pod!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113711553746010890?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113711553746010890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113711553746010890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113711553746010890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113711553746010890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/teething-terribles.html' title='Teething Terribles'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113703923068452728</id><published>2006-01-11T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to wonder if I will ever feel caught up on sleep again!! It seems like since Wyatt came I am constantly tired. I have a feeling this might have something to do with not doing a lot of physical activity during the day. I used to work and feed about 20 horses a day before I had him so I got a lot of activity to wear me out. Maybe I'm just the type of person who can't sleep unless I'm bone tired. I feel bone tired but my muscles must know the difference!! Tomorrow I'm going to do Wyatt weight lifting and see if that helps. He will think it is fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to eat dinner with Grammi! I love getting out of the house and doing stuff. I wish Grammi and Pa-Paw lived closer to us so we could see them more during the week. Of course that might make my Saturdays a little less special. Saturdays are great days for me because I get to hang out with most of my favorite people. (not all of them but most). Wyatt sure loves his Grammi. Tonight was rough though because I walked off and left all of the formulat powder that I had prepared for his dinner sitting on the counter in our kitchen. So my poor baby was hungry and all I had for him was water. He was not fooled!!! So after a quick trip to Wal-mart he was a much happier baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to bed. Maybe if I went to sleep when Wyatt went to sleep I'd get to feeling like a human again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113703923068452728?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113703923068452728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113703923068452728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113703923068452728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113703923068452728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/sleep-deprivation.html' title='Sleep Deprivation'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113694516440321452</id><published>2006-01-10T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Wyatt has become such a part of my life now I don't remember before him. I know that there was a time when I worried about such trivial things as making everybody like me and got my feelings hurt when this didn't always work out. I've had people that I thought were soul mates leave me, friends drift away. I used to say my goal in life was to leave earth and have no one say, good ridance, I couldn't stand that girl. And it used to really bother me that life doesn't always work out that way. But now that Wyatt is here it's like the only thing that matters anymore is that he grows up healthy and happy and anything that pertains to me doesn't mean a thing. I know every parent feels this way but it is a very new idea in my head. It's sometimes a little hard to wrap my brain around! Today was a wonderful day even though I never got out of my pajamas and I didn't brush my hair once. Wyatt doesn't care what I look like, as long as I hold him and cuddle. (well he'd probably prefer it if I cuddled a little less but tough!) Wyatt makes no judgements on me for the choices in my life other than to tell me he wants a bottle and I should have read his mind 2 minutes ago to know that. He doesn't care if I'm not beautiful or funny. I don't have to say anything to him for him to know I love him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Today while he was supposed to be napping he did something that made me melt. I had fallen asleep beside him in my bed and when I startled awake he was just sitting there on his belly and hands looking at me with a big smile on his face. It was like he was watching me nap and not complaining because he knew I needed it. He might not be able to tell me he loves me yet but I don't need to hear it. I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113694516440321452?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113694516440321452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113694516440321452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113694516440321452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113694516440321452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-little-man.html' title='My Little Man'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113686396377364644</id><published>2006-01-09T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboys and Kitties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/RSCN0771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/RSCN0771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Let me just start this by saying I think that I was born to ride horses. I didn't actually get to start until I was six when in a brilliant act on my Mom's part I started taking riding lessons. She thought it would just be a phase but boy was she wrong!! I think that over the years my happiest moments were on horseback. Needless to say I have high hopes that my son loves to ride as much as I do. If he doesn't that's okay with me but I sure will miss him on my rides!! So last night I decided to do a photo op with him so that he can show all his future Cowboy friends that he really started riding before he could crawl!! And I think he's going to be quite good at it. He actually held on to the saddle horn and the rein and was looking around like "lets go Sterling". He has good balance and didn't seem afraid at all. I have a huge fear of turning into one of the "horse-show Moms". You know the equivalent to a "beauty queen Mom" or a "my kid is going to do everything I do and love it Mom". I hope that I can let Wyatt make up his own mind about his likes and dislikes. If he doesn't like it there is always the next kid!! (Ha Ha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Next subject! This morning I woke up and decided that I hadn't seen one of my indoor kitties in a day or so. Miss Yoda is her name and she is my favorite animal of all of them if you can believe that. I saved her from a dog when she was very very little. She should have still been with her Mom but I had her and didn't know where her Mom was. When I took her to the vet they tried to get some blood to test her for feline leukemia and they couldn't get any because she was so anemic. So I raised her in my room until she got big enough to be tested. (we didn't want to risk the other kitties being exposed to anything). So Yoda grew up sleeping right beside my head and slightly under the covers. She gives kisses and is terrified of most people. She comes when called almost like a dog. (better than some dogs, Katie you know who you are). She is special and is not allowed outside the house under any circumstance. Now this rule has been broken before but not on purpose. When I was in the hospital having Wyatt some how she snuck past my Mom and stayed outside for over 2 days!! She came back and was fine but boy was I worried. So to find her missing was quite a shock this morning. I called and called and called, until Wyatt thought I had changed his name to Miss Yoda. No sign of her. She was not in the house. Of course I had visions of something horrible happening to her like being electrocuted and hid under the bed and I would find her until long after she was gone. Scary. I started thinking that maybe she had jumped thru the screen on the window yesterday while it was open. Schwartz, her brother had gotten out that way earlier in the day. However there was no sign of her anywhere outside. So finally when my husband got home for lunch I made him crawl under our trailer and look for her. He said he didn't see her anywhere and my heart dropped because I had been hoping she was sitting safely under the trailer hiding until she got brave enough to come in. I went and sat on the porch steps and just called and called until I finally heard a little meow back!! It was her!!! Thank the lord!! She wouldn't come out but she was under the house!! Whew. My husband tried again in vain to crawl in to get her but she was acting scared. So I had to leave her out there!! Then around mid-afternoon I looked outside and she was just sunning on the porch. Brat. I opened the door and she just came waltzing in like she went outside all the time. Then she had the audacity to stare at the door this evening like, "Can't I go back out?" Huh Huh, no way!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113686396377364644?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113686396377364644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113686396377364644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113686396377364644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113686396377364644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/cowboys-and-kitties.html' title='Cowboys and Kitties'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113677332151196538</id><published>2006-01-08T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sleep Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/RSCN0782.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I don't know about all the other 5 month old babies out there in the world but Wyatt has decided that sleeping is B.A.D. He has gone from taking a 3 - 4 hour nap in the afternoon to several fussy 20 minute naps throughout the day. I can't tell you how hard it is to clean the house when you only have 20 minutes and you can't leave the room because your child won't sleep in his crib so he is just laying on the couch. I know that this is because he is no longer swaddled so he doesn't stay asleep as well but geesh!! He still sleep thru the night (Thank goodness) but my house doesn't get cleaned by little fairies!!! I'm hoping this is just a phase!!! I think that the world has just become so interesting to him that he doesn't want to miss anything. I tried explaining to him that if he would go to sleep he would be a much happier boy when he woke up and the world and all the fun would be waiting for him. As it is he just fusses all the time so he is really missing out on all the fun anyways!! Sigh. Here is hoping tomorrow is better!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113677332151196538?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113677332151196538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113677332151196538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113677332151196538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113677332151196538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/sleep-monster.html' title='The Sleep Monster'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113668945856277250</id><published>2006-01-07T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Legged Triumph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Today is a Saturday. I love Saturdays and I hate them all the same. Today is the day Wyatt goes to visit his Grammi and Pa-paw's so Mommy and Daddy can sleep and get some stuff done around the house. But today is also the day where Mommy and Daddy walk around the house moping because we miss Wyatt. It's just a no-win situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/sonora1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Today however I decided to actually do something big with my free time. My first baby is almost 3!! She is close to 1000 lbs now!! (Did I mention she is a horse?) Sonora will turn 3 in May and I'm ashamed to say that I have somewhat neglected her since we had Wyatt. Before Wyatt I spent at least an hour a day with her. She loves to be loved. When she was first born she would stand there for hours while I pet her or she would lay down next to me in the field while her 'Biological' Mom ate. We spent many hours swimming in the pond together. In fact we almost drowned together once because she was going down and I wouldn't let go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="335" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSC00013.jpg" width="501" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;(Lucky for us her 'Biological' Mother drug us both out. Okay maybe that isn't such a great story) Since I've moved here to our new home I haven't had the time or energy or health to mess with her much. I've only ridden like 5 times since I had Wyatt 5 months ago!! Sterling is thankful for that but that means I haven't been taking Sonora out with us. (Just in case you were wonderin' Sterling is Sonora's real Mom. I just decided Sterling was going to have her.) I haven't even put a Saddle on little Sonora since last fall!!! So today I changed all that. She should already be at the track if she were to follow her Father's destiny. I didn't want to send her to the track (didn't have the money even if I wanted to) so she has just spent many hours hanging out with Sterling and Sunny getting fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/SonoraSilly2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;Anyways, back to today. Greg and I have been working hard on a round pen so that I can work with Sonora and not get killed. We finished it last week. So today I tried it out!! Sonora was really good in it without the saddle so I saddled her up and worked her again!! NO BUCKING!! I can't tell you what a miracle that is because up until then she bucked every time I put the Saddle on. Maybe she's been thinking it over all the months that she has had off. Whatever it is she was better tonight that she was a year ago!! So I decided to have my Husband come and help me and I actually put a leg up and hung from the saddle!!! That is such a major step!! She didn't even seem to care. Just looked a little worried that I might fall off!! I had Greg walk her around while I was laying over the saddle and she did great!! I jumped off and called it a night!! To those of you who don't have horses, this is like the first steps of a baby!!! It is huge!! I'm so excited. I can't wait until next weekend when I'll actually mount up for the first time!!!! Whoo Hoo!! Go Sonora!! &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113668945856277250?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113668945856277250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113668945856277250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113668945856277250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113668945856277250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/four-legged-triumph.html' title='Four Legged Triumph'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113660196650322141</id><published>2006-01-06T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0481b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0481b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Today Wyatt made that first little baby steps towards crawling. He has been tucking his feet under his body for a little while but today he went one step farther. He actually raised his body on all fours and started rocking!! (Of course he then quickly nose dived into the ground, but it was a start!). I hear that once they start the rocking on all fours crawling is not far behind. That scares me for so many reasons!! What if there is something on the ground I don't know about that he can choke on? Like those little annoying plastic tags that come on toys? They get everywhere and I always drop one!! And then there is cat hair everywhere!! Do I really want him nose diving into the dog bed? How sanitary can that be? Then there are pictures and plants on our entertainment system right at his level!! How am I going to keep him out of those? I thought about fencing them off but decided that t-posts wouldn't be a real asset to our floors. I could always use electric fence. Nah, I'd probably shock myself all the time. (and no I would not really put electric fence anywhere Wyatt could get to. The cats are another story). Oh and the cats!! And Dogs!!! Their life as they know it will definitely be over. I bet I have a lot more animals that want to go outside all the time!! Even the lazy ones will want to go out for a peaceful nap on the patio furniture! Then there are the outlet plugs. Wyatt is one smart little boy!! How long until he figures out to just unplug the stuff plugged in to be able to stick his own little fingers in those holes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Oh geesh!! My life as I know it could be over soon!! I know I said that when I had a newborn but I was just getting the hang of this sedentary Mommy thing. I mean sure, we move around the house a lot and go outside and walk, but what am I going to do when it's not me who is picking where we go? Everyone says that when your baby starts crawling your job gets harder!! Plus it means he is just growing up to be such a big boy and I really just want him to stay 5 months forever. Ask my Mom, I said I wanted him to stay 2 weeks forever back in the beginning and I still stand by that!! Although sleeping thru the night is kinda nice, and I would like to hear Mommy I love you sometime. See previous post. So maybe crawling won't be so bad. I mean it is just one more step to being able to say I love you.  Not that I don't enjoy drool kisses, which is how he tells me now.  Oh boy.  Can't stop time.  I guess he'll just drag me along kicking and screaming until he is taller than me and has kids that I can spoil.  Hmm Grandkids, that seems like a good deal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113660196650322141?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113660196650322141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113660196650322141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113660196650322141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113660196650322141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins. . .'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113650902744483991</id><published>2006-01-05T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Write or Not to Write. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Well today was another good day. Wyatt and I headed out to the grocery store and got back before my Gilmore Girls was on. (I can't help it I'm terribly addicted.) When Greg got home we all went for a walk. It was fun. I made Dad carry Wyatt and let me tell you walking over those rocks is a whole lot easier than pushing a stroller over them!!! I'm thinking I need to hook up a horse to the stroller and drive it like a buggy for tomorrow's walk. Hmmm. . wonder if Sterling would go for it. I'm sad today because I wanted to take some picutres of Wyatt being cute in his new hat Grammi bought for him but my camera is awol. (And no I didn't lose it, it just got left at Grammi's. Along with the diaperbag. I know bad Mommy). I'll take some photos this weekend of Wyatt in his cute little hat and get them posted because it would really be a shame if no one saw it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Anyways on to the purpose for this post. My Mom suggested that I write a childrens book today and it sure sounds like fun. I've always like writing and drawing and I wonder if I could do it. If nothing else I could write books for Wyatt!! I'm sure he would enjoy them. Or maybe I could start a business and do personalized books for other peoples kids. My Step-Mom bought my little sister a bunch of books with her name in them so there is probably a market. Problem is I'd have to find somewhere to publish them and still be able to aford to sell them!! I think this project needs more thought. My big problem in life is I have all these plans that I'd like to do but I just have a small amount of follow thru driving them on. I guess I should just dive in a see what happens!!! I think I'll go do a bunch of internet research on personalized books!!! Maybe that will give me some ideas! Only thing I'm sure of is that Wyatt will be my muse!!! I can write stories for him and if they keep him entertained maybe they could keep other kids entertained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;So much to do, so little free time to do it!! I guess if I have time to write in a blog and keep up with the MommaZone babies (and Mommies) I could find some time to write!!! Okay now I just need a new pin and some cool pencils and some paint of somekind or something and a new note book to write in!! It's like going back to school!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113650902744483991?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113650902744483991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113650902744483991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113650902744483991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113650902744483991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-write-or-not-to-write.html' title='To Write or Not to Write. . . .'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113643371835564981</id><published>2006-01-04T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Mr. Colin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:georgia;" &gt;Well today was a great day here at the Spivey Homestead. I wasn't home all day!!! Wyatt and I had a date with our best friend Sherri and Colin. Now I've known Sherri for most of my life, so in case you don't know her let me introduce her. We went to High School together. We were best friends. We went to College together. We were best friends. Lived together. She was the greatest roomie ever!! She was the Maid of Honor at my wedding. She drove to College Station and helped me move. She was there the night Wyatt was born So needless to say she is pretty important in my life. Well she got married a year before me low and behold we got pregnant around the same time!!! So not only have we shared so much of our lives together we were both going to have babies together!! (well not together together but you know what I mean) I can't tell you how exciting that makes everything. So when we found out that we were both having boys it just all seamed like God's plan to me. &lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:georgia;" &gt;Anyways, back to today. Wyatt and I went and picked up Colin (her little boy, who is 7 weeks younger than Wyatt and just adorable, naturally) and his Mommy and took off. We went and visited Colin's NiNi (hope I spelled that right) who works at a children's dentist. Who knew kids were supposed to go to the dentist when they are one. So I guess I found Wyatt a dentist. Of course everyone there thought they were so cute. Then we took off to go eat Thai food like an hour away. We love Thai food and it was great to find a restaurant that serves a decent chicken/beef basil!! Mmmmm. . . . Wyatt even thought that it looked yummy. Colin slept, well mostly slept. Then I unfortunately had to take them back home and return myself to my far away land. (we live like an hour from everybody) We had so much fun. Wyatt thought Colin was so cool. When Colin would cry Wyatt would just stop making noise and just look at him like "Should I be crying to? What is wrong with you? Anything I can do to help?" I can see that in just a few years, maybe months the way they are growing, that they are going to be best friends just like I planned. Maybe they will even go to College together!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113643371835564981?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113643371835564981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113643371835564981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113643371835564981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113643371835564981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/driving-mr-colin.html' title='Driving Mr. Colin'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113632525334350809</id><published>2006-01-03T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hills, Rocks, and Blisters - Oh My!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/matterhorn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/matterhorn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Okay, Okay. I don't believe in New Years Resolutions really. They don't seem to work for anyone for very long. I think you have to decide to do something for yourself rather than simply because the year has changed. So that being said I don't have a New Year's resolution. I do however have a New Year's plan! It is simply to GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!! I don't mean go grocery shopping or out to eat. I mean go outside and enjoy the wonderful 80 degree weather. (Yes it is Winter but Texas hasn't noticed yet). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;So to that end Wyatt (and thru him me) received a new Jogging Stroller for Christmas. Now before you start laughing I don't intend on using it for actual jogging. That would be dangerous. Nope I only want it so I can make it over the boulders in our lane. My particular corner of the world is littered with many mini asteroids. Others call them rocks, but I think they are multiplying far to fast to be inorganic. They are everywhere here on our property. And everytime the wind picks up more arrive. So to walk around here a regular stroller is out. It wouldn't even take a day to ruin one of those 200 dollar Graco strollers. Those guys are meant for malls only not trips to our mailbox. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Today I decided to get started on my plan. Wyatt finished up a nap at 11:00 and by 11:30 I was out the door in some hideous workout outfit in my new Tennys. Now I didn't exactly plan Wyatt's attire correctly. I left him in his pajamas and brought a blanket assuming it would be below 80 degrees outside. Pretty sure I was wrong, because before I made it to the barn to pick up the stroller I was sweating. So I strapped my new walking buddy in and headed out towards my Dad and Step-Mom's house. It's not that far just about 1/4 mile. I've ridden my horse there many times. I have never walked it howerver and soon discovered that it was like trekking up the Chisos Mountains in Big Bend. Seemed like we would never get there. The rocks were huge and I imagine poor little Wyatt was bounced practically out of his seat several times (thank God for 5 point harness systems) Let me just say that the trip up was so rough half way there I decided I would attach the safety line to my wrist in case I fell over dead and Wyatt began the backwards race home. I figured that would prevent him from crashing into the creek going 100 miles an hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;After what seems like forever (was really on 10 minutes) I arrived at my desitination. Past my child to his MiMi and headed for some water!! Wyatt didn't even have the decency to pretend it was rough. He just laughed and laughed at me. I told him he had better quit or he'd have to find another ride home. So after a quick break I headed back home. Now let me tell you. The hill wasn't quite as bad on the way home but I had to use some breaking techniques to keep the stroller from making the aforementioned trip down the lane. When we were almost home I realized that my foot was starting to hurt. Great my lovely new Tenny's had made a lovely little blister. So I had to walk funny the rest of the way. All I had left in our trip was a little hill that leads up from the creek. I thought ahh, I can do this without puffing and breaking a sweat. Wrong. When you walk funny it's hard to push a jogging stroller up hill and even harder to do over the many more rocks the wind had blown in while we were gone. (I swear there was twice as many now as when we left) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Needless to say I'm tired and I'm sore and you know what? Wyatt somehow managed to take a nap while crossing the Continental divide. Those rocks must be lulling to him. Crazy. Maybe I should put his crib on an earth quake fault in California. That would bounce him to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Oh boy can't wait to do it again tomorrow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113632525334350809?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113632525334350809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113632525334350809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113632525334350809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113632525334350809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/hills-rocks-and-blisters-oh-my.html' title='Hills, Rocks, and Blisters - Oh My!!'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113630770345547403</id><published>2006-01-03T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:17.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones and Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0496b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0496b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Okay so I'm a little behind the times with this post. I'd like to record for posterity's sake when Wyatt has reached important milestones, and since his baby book is sadly lacking in this area I decided to record some of them here. He is growing up so fast!!! I wish that there was a way to slow down time so that we can truly enjoy every minute, but unfortunately time just seems to go faster!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;So here is Wyatt's list!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooing - 4 weeks&lt;br /&gt;Smile - 4 weeks&lt;br /&gt;Rolling over - 3 months&lt;br /&gt;Sitting - 4 1/2 months &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Sleeping thru the night!!!!! - 3 1/2 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;First solid food - 1 1/2 months, rice cereal, 4 months fruits and veggies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Not sure if this one counts, first time sitting on a horse! - 2 1/2 months (I'll count it just because!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Okay thats all I can think of so far. I have a feeling crawling isn't far away. Watch out Sable and Katie when that day comes!! Ha Ha!! That will be great!! Even the kitties will have to run!! Well nap time is almost over so I'm going to go get ready for our walk!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113630770345547403?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113630770345547403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113630770345547403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113630770345547403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113630770345547403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/milestones-and-memories.html' title='Milestones and Memories'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113625601690444225</id><published>2006-01-02T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:16.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation "Ma-Ma" Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0646resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/DSCN0646resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Okay. Why is it easier to say DaDa first rather than MaMa? I have a feeling that if you polled many Moms you would find that the first word out of their child's mouth is generally DaDa. They won't be happy about it but the facts remain. I mean even I said DaDa first and most of us know I should have definitely said MaMa. But no. I would attribute it to the fact that perhaps Mothers everywhere talk about "Daddy" all day long but that wasn't really a factor in my life when I was learning to speak. My Mom worked all day and I highly doubt that my Grandmother was talking about my Dad all day. So then why why why!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Wyatt is coming to that age where he is starting to practice consonant sounds. He is doing pretty good on the MMMMMmmmms. In fact I congratulated myself just yesterday on how he would be different and bless me with his first word. Then out of the blue tonight he said DA plain as day. That is better than MMMMMMmmm. There was never any aaaa on the end of his Mmmms. But Da is one extra syllable away from Dada. I mean he is practically half there!! I don't get it. I say "Mommy loves you" &amp;amp; "Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma" all day long. (yeah sure I throw a couple Daddy's and Dada's in there for good measure. I mean I don't want to look like I'm trying to begrudge my husband anything.) I have to admit though, if Wyatt says Dada first I'll be sooooooooo sad. I mean I carried him for 9 months, gave birth, and take care of him everyday all day. The least he could do is say "Mommy I love you" first!! And so the battle, I mean teaching, begins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113625601690444225?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113625601690444225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113625601690444225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113625601690444225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113625601690444225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/operation-ma-ma-begins.html' title='Operation &quot;Ma-Ma&quot; Begins'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446204.post-113623785740770733</id><published>2006-01-02T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:56:16.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the important stuff. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:georgia;" &gt;Okay I know I'm starting out late on my daily post of Wyatt's life. It's really like day ummmmmm (hang on let me count).......(still counting) okay I got it. It's day 153!!! He is 5 months old now!! I can't believe it has gone so fast. I remember in the beginning thinking that weeks went by so slowly. I guess I finally have the hang of this Mommy business because those weeks sure have sped up!!! Wyatt has gone from this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/BP4227.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y1/equine_woman/Wyatt5month2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;It seems like only yesterday I was wishing for him to come out into the world (and end my extreme suffering!) and now that he is here I can't imagine life without him!! Just today my husband Greg turned to me and said, "We are so lucky aren't we?" And I said yes, then thought, what else in life could make someone turn to their partner and ask that. I can't come up with anything. We are indeed very lucky!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;So enough mushy gushy stuff about my little boy and on to the reason for this blog!! I'm going to try as hard as I can (please remember I have a 5 month old, duh!) to post daily happenings in my life with Wyatt. I know a few relatives who don't get to see us very often and ya'll might like to hear what's happening!! Plus it seems like every single day Wyatt does something new!! And since we all know I can't remember anything ever I thought it might be nice to have somewhere to write it all down!! So I'll see you tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Amy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20446204-113623785740770733?l=amyspivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/feeds/113623785740770733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446204&amp;postID=113623785740770733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113623785740770733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446204/posts/default/113623785740770733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyspivey.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-important-stuff.html' title='All the important stuff. . .'/><author><name>Amy Spivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386943217143892111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LVRN55EBW0/S10xBng4PEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/245L8SA0uwQ/S220/smallavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
