<?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-6653206817791499945</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:01:29.475-08:00</updated><category term='my little buttercup'/><category term='beach wear'/><category term='boys outfits'/><category term='lake'/><category term='spa md'/><category term='teaching activities at home.'/><category term='picture day'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='meeting'/><category term='goal'/><category term='how to make a fleece no-sew blanket'/><category term='portfolio phots'/><category term='valentine&apos;s projects'/><category term='inexpensive studio office chair'/><category term='preschool'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='family photo'/><category term='the five book'/><category term='mixing colors'/><category term='the grind'/><category term='manufacturers'/><category term='artisians alley'/><category term='prototypes'/><category term='boy car-seat cover'/><category term='girls halter dress with ruffled leggings'/><category term='fear'/><category term='MR. L'/><category term='baby boy shower'/><category term='Dan Zandra'/><category term='vineyards'/><category term='wedding weekend'/><title type='text'>My Little Buttercup</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-19654126398776731</id><published>2010-11-13T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:52:31.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mom, I want to be....</title><content type='html'>HELLO KITTY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539250389783005778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TN9e4Zz1ylI/AAAAAAAAA6w/fI8k9SJGuWw/s400/halloween%252710%252Csiteformm%2B002.JPG" /&gt; I am not going to lie, this costume was not easy to figure out, but I didn't want to tell her it wasn't possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539251422255862898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TN9f0gEjVHI/AAAAAAAAA64/F8I7Xz77jHA/s400/halloween%252710%252Csiteformm%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did my best, and she loved it, which was the point. Kyle says she is going to kill me in 10 years for making this one, but I think it is funny. It is much more creative than her usual princess request! We will see what she comes up with next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539251427424523362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TN9f0zU21GI/AAAAAAAAA7A/FvQypiupRSE/s400/halloween%252710%252Csiteformm%2B006.JPG" /&gt; Charlie of course wanted to be old faithful...buzz &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lightyear&lt;/span&gt;! His head was so big, the helmet part didn't really fit, so by that night, he was over it. Once he understood that people were handing out free candy, he was a trick-or-treating maniac. He mostly just echoed his sister, but the funniest part was at the end of the exchange of candy, Kaylee would say "thank you," the owner would say, "your welcome." Charlie, who was doing his best to keep up, copied the last words said, so as he walked off candy in hand he would yell back "your welcome," followed by a "let's do another house." I am pretty sure he takes the cake for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ruddiest&lt;/span&gt; trick-or-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;treater&lt;/span&gt; ever and yet was loved by everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-19654126398776731?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/19654126398776731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=19654126398776731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/19654126398776731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/19654126398776731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/11/mom-i-want-to-be.html' title='&quot;Mom, I want to be....'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TN9e4Zz1ylI/AAAAAAAAA6w/fI8k9SJGuWw/s72-c/halloween%252710%252Csiteformm%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-4861578224608255314</id><published>2010-09-30T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:46:02.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for...</title><content type='html'>Baby Brennan's Baptism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TKTgHGHbMlI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/IXqj2xSIGi4/s1600/bisforbrennan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TKTgHGHbMlI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/IXqj2xSIGi4/s400/bisforbrennan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522785455568532050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little nephew was batized this past weekend. I was the godmother and I helped my Sister-in-law prepare for the party. I created the logos, and the whole yard was decorated in grey, yellow, and white...I will post more pictures later (I left my computer up there, ay, ay, ay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is also for Baseball and burnt out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired from our trip (Kaylee and I drove up to Santa Rosa and back, while Kyle and Charlie went camping with friends). Every night I stayed up late drinking wine and chatting and then woke up early. Getting home, it was back to school for the kids and organizing for me. Last night my awesome husband took the kids to the Padre's game, and I got the night off (phew). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is for Brave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave, that's right! I have decided that changing my direction and going after my dreams at my age is brave! I often would battle with being content with staying home with my kids my whole life. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't change a thing, I throughly enjoyed and feel blessed that I got to stay home with my kids while they were infants, but I also worried about what I was going to do as they got older. &lt;br /&gt;I moved towards teaching before Kaylee was born thinking the schedule would be perfect, but I didn't really love it, or have a passion for it, so, going back to it, was hard to talk myself into. &lt;br /&gt;Then, so my mind wasn't always occupied with poopy diapers and developmental milstones, I got into the business of crafting. I really enjoyed it at first, but realized shortly afterwards that the time that would go into hand-crafted items was never going to be worth what you made in the end. With that said, I was looking to outsource my designs and learning all I could about the industry. After the maufactoring licenses (most people don't even know they need), and the sales, and tons of clothing I was going to produce, I stepped away...The truth is it was never my intention to produce a million outfits, so I could make a couple of bucks off of each one. It just seemed so wasteful, and took everything out of the crafting/design industry that I did like, which was producing and owning one of-a-kind things. &lt;br /&gt;I start classes on Monday, and I can't express how excited I am (a tad nervous too), but mostly excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-4861578224608255314?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4861578224608255314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=4861578224608255314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4861578224608255314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4861578224608255314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/09/b-is-for.html' title='B is for...'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TKTgHGHbMlI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/IXqj2xSIGi4/s72-c/bisforbrennan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-4665941234983677720</id><published>2010-09-14T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T12:07:25.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516843067996614402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TI_DinWDrwI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Oogn8fybdk4/s400/beach+117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely think my kids are spoiled with where they live. Kyle has been taking them surfing lately, and yesterday we picked Kaylee up from school and hit the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie has decided seaweed is monsters so, he didn't get into the water yesterday, but Kaylee loved it! Afterwards, Kaylee asked if I had ever surfed. I laughed and said, "no." She was just shocked someone would be my age and never had surfed! Like I said, SPOILED! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...I wouldn't have it any other way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TI_DjvqtD7I/AAAAAAAAA6A/mT55Pnx5aCo/s1600/beach+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516843075586189298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TI_DjDnjZ_I/AAAAAAAAA54/p_iJ669GDsg/s400/beach+141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TI_DinWDrwI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Oogn8fybdk4/s1600/beach+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TI_DinWDrwI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Oogn8fybdk4/s1600/beach+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Still going strong on my operation of getting stuff done! The couch is almost complete and we started painting the studio! Pictures will be coming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-4665941234983677720?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4665941234983677720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=4665941234983677720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4665941234983677720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4665941234983677720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/09/san-diego-loving.html' title='San Diego Loving'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TI_DinWDrwI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Oogn8fybdk4/s72-c/beach+117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-5278091119612104988</id><published>2010-09-14T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:45:43.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TI_CVEuPOLI/AAAAAAAAA5o/badBuPc3Jb0/s1600/beach+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516841735852865714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TI_CVEuPOLI/AAAAAAAAA5o/badBuPc3Jb0/s400/beach+104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TI_CUdUDLBI/AAAAAAAAA5g/y8Z0OWK_okc/s1600/beach+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylee started another season of soccer. She is loving it so far. She gets anxiety before the games, but once she gets out there, she is having a great time! It is so fun to watch. Way to go Kaylee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-5278091119612104988?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5278091119612104988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=5278091119612104988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5278091119612104988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5278091119612104988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/09/soccer-girl.html' title='Soccer Girl'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TI_CVEuPOLI/AAAAAAAAA5o/badBuPc3Jb0/s72-c/beach+104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7837291540184531187</id><published>2010-09-09T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:37:03.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3...Cushions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TIkZ00boLWI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/JvsO1scg8JM/s1600/cushionblog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514967613910297954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TIkZ00boLWI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/JvsO1scg8JM/s400/cushionblog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is right, I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; getting my couch cushions done! This challenge is working! I wish I could get the whole couch done in one day! It is going to take a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new rug arrived this morning too. It has been so awesome to wake up and seriously get stuff done! Now, off to the dentist..ugh! My goal is to get the back cushions done today...wish me luck! I think I will need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The adorable pumpkin was a gift from Pam Small. They were very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reasonably&lt;/span&gt; priced, and has been one of my favorite gifts. It has a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; stick as the stem..too cute! If she makes some more this year I will have to post how to get them... can you believe it is already fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7837291540184531187?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7837291540184531187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7837291540184531187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7837291540184531187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7837291540184531187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-3cushions.html' title='Day 3...Cushions'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TIkZ00boLWI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/JvsO1scg8JM/s72-c/cushionblog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-4659718233189323224</id><published>2010-09-07T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T15:44:24.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy car-seat cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inexpensive studio office chair'/><title type='text'>Reuse, Recycle...and Clear Some Space!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I have a month! The kids are in school, but I don't start till October. I have been saying all summer, "I will get it done in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;!" Well, September is here and I have run out of excuses. My studio is done (by done I mean built). I can't wait to share the pictures,but it still needs to be painted...and since I have issues on picking things out for myself (in this case, a color)...it isn't done yet! So, I decided that I am going to challenge myself to get at least one thing done each day in September and I will post it here so you can all yell at me when I don't post (by yell I mean, write in capital letters...YELLING..see, scary!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to get started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1: A stylish chair&lt;/div&gt;The Before: desk chair $3.50 at a local thrift shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514299868030724882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TIa6g5L0axI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ecvZS4K7pEs/s400/4thofjuly,kentandheather,chair+210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After: padded, and stylish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514299875235650274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TIa6hUBm2uI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/QezjCszTh2I/s400/4thofjuly,kentandheather,chair+220.JPG" /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Before: Kaylee's dirty, old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car-seat&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TIa6g5L0axI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ecvZS4K7pEs/s1600/4thofjuly,kentandheather,chair+210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514299849446196898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TIa6fz87BqI/AAAAAAAAA44/MyNMq2DJ0Lw/s400/k1stdayofschool,charcarseat+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After: Charlie's new stylish ride! Kyle is now trying to steal it for his car...no happening!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514299859710259794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TIa6gaMEMlI/AAAAAAAAA5A/VtsbnuP3cK0/s400/k1stdayofschool,charcarseat+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-4659718233189323224?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4659718233189323224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=4659718233189323224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4659718233189323224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4659718233189323224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/09/reuse-recycleand-clear-some-space.html' title='Reuse, Recycle...and Clear Some Space!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TIa6g5L0axI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ecvZS4K7pEs/s72-c/4thofjuly,kentandheather,chair+210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-6589616424033629003</id><published>2010-09-07T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:58:48.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TIa09AoTgsI/AAAAAAAAA4w/B4LNY3Jd53k/s1600/k1stdayofschool,charcarseat+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514293753995821762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TIa09AoTgsI/AAAAAAAAA4w/B4LNY3Jd53k/s400/k1stdayofschool,charcarseat+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaylee started preschool today. She was really excited to be going full day and seeing her friends. It is such an odd feeling I have. I am really excited for her, but of course a part of me misses her. I guess it is that my little girl is growing up! It was actually really nice seeing her old teachers, they were wonderful support for Kaylee (and me), when my mom passed. They gave me a huge hug when we came in and said they were excited about me starting school and to have Kaylee back (I mean how nice is that)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaylee said she wanted to nap today, she hasn't taken a day nap in about 2 years, so it isn't going to happen, but I sent her with all her stuff anyways. They have these cute little cots they lay out for the nappers, and I know she really just wants to try one of those out! I wonder how long she will sit there before she realizes it wasn't as awesome as she had hoped! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is to being another year older, and new beginnings! Cheers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-6589616424033629003?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6589616424033629003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=6589616424033629003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6589616424033629003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6589616424033629003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TIa09AoTgsI/AAAAAAAAA4w/B4LNY3Jd53k/s72-c/k1stdayofschool,charcarseat+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7156514490907563371</id><published>2010-07-27T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:17:52.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different View</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you need to step away from the everyday to notice how blessed you truly are. I am currently writing in a peaceful nook of a beautiful home in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Northstar&lt;/span&gt;, Lake Tahoe. There is a slight breeze coming through the windows, and enormous pine trees, as far as the eye can see, that remind you just how small you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just finished a day at the pool, which was a kids wonderland, with a splash zone and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddy&lt;/span&gt; pool. We ordered lunch, did arts and crafts, and then were dropped off back at the house by a personal shuttle service that takes you all throughout the resort. It was, all and all, pretty awesome and it is only 2 in the afternoon on Tuesday, and we get to stay till the end of the weekend. Today, I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; counting my blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7156514490907563371?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7156514490907563371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7156514490907563371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7156514490907563371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7156514490907563371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/07/different-view.html' title='A Different View'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-8483932638438022335</id><published>2010-05-30T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:49:06.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portfolio phots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls halter dress with ruffled leggings'/><title type='text'>Cough, cough...whewww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TAMNncOVHnI/AAAAAAAAA4g/NdK5ABJKtV4/s1600/julianportfoliopics+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477236543055011442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TAMNncOVHnI/AAAAAAAAA4g/NdK5ABJKtV4/s400/julianportfoliopics+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blew the dust off my sewing machine, and have been creating a ton of things! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a trip up to a lake yesterday, and I was actually surprised how enjoyable it was. And, I got some wonderful pictures too, it was hard to take bad ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't blogged in such a long time, it took me a few times to remember my password...it reminds me of my mom so much I have tears in my eyes right now, thinking how she will never see these pictures or hear my news...but I am attempting (rather &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;successfully&lt;/span&gt; to surge forward). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just received my acceptance letter to The New School of Architecture. I will begin in the Fall, and am currently getting my portfolio ready, with the help of some friends (thank you)...can't wait to share! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-8483932638438022335?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8483932638438022335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=8483932638438022335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/8483932638438022335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/8483932638438022335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/05/cough-coughwhewww.html' title='Cough, cough...whewww'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/TAMNncOVHnI/AAAAAAAAA4g/NdK5ABJKtV4/s72-c/julianportfoliopics+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7335118081145619980</id><published>2010-03-07T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T08:46:10.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nephew is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445932795896129826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S5PXBioJ6SI/AAAAAAAAA4I/XKFMu8i987A/s400/valentines.+brennan+075.JPG" /&gt;Brennan Peter Flahavan is born! He came March 1st and I was lucky enough to get to go up and spend some time with my brother and sister-in-law and their new addition, baby Brennan! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445931416109271778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S5PVxOhVSuI/AAAAAAAAA3g/U_Zv8hblcC8/s400/valentines.+brennan+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445931423415350274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S5PVxpvPNAI/AAAAAAAAA3o/CspKOS7UhiE/s400/valentines.+brennan+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445931450673991090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S5PVzPSNDbI/AAAAAAAAA3w/cPPNjC4BA-Y/s400/valentines.+brennan+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445931458390903026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S5PVzsCDyPI/AAAAAAAAA34/caKVOHQEzTs/s400/valentines.+brennan+065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445931463977369410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S5PV0A1-f0I/AAAAAAAAA4A/QDHZl3ZW3nI/s400/valentines.+brennan+070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445932804848012642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S5PXCD-czWI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/-teTxrQdFeA/s400/valentines.+brennan+085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445932815604902370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S5PXCsDF6eI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wgA6BzdpnEY/s400/valentines.+brennan+096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7335118081145619980?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7335118081145619980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7335118081145619980' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7335118081145619980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7335118081145619980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-nephew-is-here.html' title='My nephew is here!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S5PXBioJ6SI/AAAAAAAAA4I/XKFMu8i987A/s72-c/valentines.+brennan+075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7207072852423648058</id><published>2010-02-25T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:15:11.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Today is a good day!</title><content type='html'>I have a really good friend who has been my rock through all that I am going through. I made sure I helped with the hosting of her shower a few weeks ago, to show her what all her support and friendship has meant to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S4bYScjOjxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/_V6vPHodg6k/s1600-h/Felicitasshower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442275011137015570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S4bYScjOjxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/_V6vPHodg6k/s400/Felicitasshower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At 1:50 this morning, little Mateo was born! I can't wait to have our kids share many more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brunch's&lt;/span&gt;, bonfires, and fun! Congratulations my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7207072852423648058?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7207072852423648058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7207072852423648058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7207072852423648058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7207072852423648058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-is-good-day.html' title='Today is a good day!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S4bYScjOjxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/_V6vPHodg6k/s72-c/Felicitasshower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-6116368169310636249</id><published>2010-02-12T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:54:01.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes changes are forced on us, sometimes they happen by accident, and we make the most of them. We have to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; come up with ways of fixing ourselves. So we change. We adapt, we create new versions of ourselves. We just need to be sure this one is an improvement over the last."&lt;br /&gt;- Grey's Anatomy episode, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; 11, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized last night as I was watching t.v. and missing my mom so much that my heart ached and my eyes filled with tears, that this is what I am attempting to do right now. Adapt, change, create a new version of myself without my mom. It is hard, and really scary, and to be honest, I have no idea what I am doing, or if I am taking steps in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;I have made the decision to stop my business for a little bit. I owned a small business making children's clothes and gifts (My Little Buttercup). More than a few business &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; have fallen at my feet recently and I was excited and wanted to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pursue&lt;/span&gt; them, but wanting and doing are two different things. I just can't yet...and I don't know if I can ever again. The joy it brought me is gone, and I think I need to be a little selfish right now, and just focus on myself and my family.&lt;br /&gt;It just seems crazy to me to waste anytime on things that do not bring me and my family joy. As I go through these struggles, I miss my mom so much. She just would know what to say, and help me make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to leave my posts on a bad note, so I will say this: I am sad, scared, and confused, but more than anything I do have hope. Hope that I will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adapt&lt;/span&gt; to this new self. That my heart will heal, and I will not only have a new sense of self but that it will be an improvement over the last one. This pain only comes because I was loved and have loved so strongly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-6116368169310636249?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6116368169310636249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=6116368169310636249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6116368169310636249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6116368169310636249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/self.html' title='Self'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-4137147066581304387</id><published>2010-01-31T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:10:44.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>I could say it is all better. The truth is, the more "normal" I try to be, the more I realize how much I miss my mother. Small things...like how she would call me and tell me what my friends put on their blogs, or how what I posted on mine was so wonderful, when it was sub-par at best.&lt;br /&gt;I thought, what I would miss most of all was the big moments with her. Holidays and things, but really, I miss the everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such wonderful friends and family who are trying so hard to be fillers, but after I talk to them, I have this overwhelming urge to call my mom and tell her what a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; I just had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband asked for me to go to the doctor. I did, and she offered me anti-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;depressants&lt;/span&gt;. I said "no." Was that the right choice? I am present, I am living, I take care of my kids when I need to...but yes I am sad, even depressed, but don't I have a right to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my life is on hold right now. Reality is knocking at my door and I just want to scream and say, "give me a minute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever floated on your back in the water? Your ears slip under the water, and all of a sudden there is peace. You can still see the world around you. You can even hear it, but muted.&lt;br /&gt;Then for whatever reason, you lift your head, find your ground, and it is as if you slipped away for a moment, and don't know how that was possible with all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt; around you. I feel this way a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the urge to start creating and designing again. Which I think will be a good thing. I ran into a someone who purchased my swim suits last season and she said she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wants &lt;/span&gt;to buy two more this year. I just smiled and said I would let her know. But I haven't really had the attention span to sit down and do anything. Soon I think....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-4137147066581304387?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4137147066581304387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=4137147066581304387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4137147066581304387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4137147066581304387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-2015561892358646380</id><published>2010-01-21T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:36:53.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rain is so depressing and yet a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excuse&lt;/span&gt; at the same time. I don't feel like doing anything or going anywhere. A big part of me doesn't even want to go to my moms viewing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;My kids are keeping busy around the house. I have found comfort in going through my moms stuff (which is a LOT). I especially love seeing old pictures of when she was young and healthy and so bright. Kaylee has made out good so far as I have found presents she must have forgot she bought and a ton of art supplies she collected throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought each day was getting easier, the last two days have be harder for me. I think the feeling that everyone will move on and forget her in a week is sinking in. I on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;other hand&lt;/span&gt; will be missing her more and more, as I can no longer have a conversation with her or see her.&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing better with sleeping. When she passed I was able to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; sleep through the night, no longer worried that I would miss her last breath. I really didn't want her to be alone when she passed. When I slept I dreamt of her-happy, and healthy, and just like her old self. Now I look forward to closing my eyes at night.&lt;br /&gt;Last night Kaylee was falling asleep and I was laying next to her. She kept closing her eyes and then would turn and look back at me. I was looking up at the ceiling thinking about things. She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; said, "mom, aren't you tired?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Then why are you not closing your eyes."&lt;br /&gt;"I am just thinking," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you thinking?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," I replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe you are thinking of the good things, so that you are not afraid to go to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;She then turned, snuggled up into her blanket, and closed her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't respond, I just thought to myself "exactly."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-2015561892358646380?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2015561892358646380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=2015561892358646380' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2015561892358646380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2015561892358646380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/rain-is-so-depressing-and-yet-good.html' title=''/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-288485037232590780</id><published>2010-01-19T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:34:48.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan A. Flahavan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A wonderful mother, grandmother, friend, boss, and wife. I am trying my best to see all the joy you brought to our lives, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;suppress&lt;/span&gt; the pain that comes with missing you so much. Your time was too short. I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Susan A. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Flahavan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born March 17, 1949&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passed January 16, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone who knew her was blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her funeral will be Friday, January 22, 11:00 a.m. at St. Mel's Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-288485037232590780?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/288485037232590780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=288485037232590780' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/288485037232590780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/288485037232590780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/susan-flahavan.html' title='Susan A. Flahavan'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-2433713447269217358</id><published>2010-01-13T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:21:34.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to say goodbye?</title><content type='html'>As many of you know and probably been waiting to know more about, my mom is dying. And a little piece of me is dying too. I thought coming and writing might help shed some of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unbearable&lt;/span&gt; feelings and help me reach some peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; my mom was admitted to the UCLA-Santa Monica hospital for tests, because her blood tests showed elevations. The result was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aggressive&lt;/span&gt; cancer in her liver. I was just there days before, which today I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the kids were visiting for the holidays. My mom did have a lot pain (which was not too odd because she always had back pain), but she also visited her doctor, who told her she looked yellow. When she came home and asked me, I then noticed she was yellow. She was taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vicodin&lt;/span&gt; for her back pain and when we read some of the side effects, that was one of them, so being the strong woman she is, she just quite cold turkey and cut out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vicodin&lt;/span&gt; (something I am not sure was right, but felt strongly about at the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was that she went through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;withdrawal&lt;/span&gt;. I stayed and nursed her the best I could, and went home, as Kaylee was starting school and my mom was seeing her doctor the next day.&lt;br /&gt;That doctor visit he pulled blood, which led to her hospitalization the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for the results before coming back up. Kyle and I were actually scheduled to go on a cruise this whole week, so that added stress to everything as well. When I received the phone call from my dad with the bad news, I couldn't think. Kyle came home from work and packed up the kids and I and took me to the hospital that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed with my mom in the hospital every night. And every night she got a little worse. It all happened so quickly, and I still thought I would find a way to save her, that I really didn't get a chance to talk to her about- I don't even know - just how I am supposed to survive without her I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought she would pass yesterday morning, and I was insisting on getting her home, I wish I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;insisted&lt;/span&gt; on it sooner, because they were just killing her faster there. They almost didn't let us take her home, fearing she would die in transport. My third brother was coming in from a trip (he left with her healthy), and I told my mom to hang on to see him. I knew she would, her kids were her life, she was the BEST mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so happy to come home (she can't talk or move, but she was able to open her eyes and give the most response for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospice nurses have been so kind, like I said, I just wished I pushed sooner. She was talking just two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared, I have my whole family around me, yet I feel so lonely. She never stopped fighting, she is still fighting, and the nurses are trying to urge me to tell her let go, but I can't yet. I still think she is just going to have a moment of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;clarity&lt;/span&gt; and tell me how to move on form this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel broken. I can't eat, I can't sleep. I just feel so helpless. Sometimes I feel upset, turns out that I found out that 2 1/2 years ago they found the cancer in her bones (which I knew) but at that time they gave her 2-4 years. I did not know that, she said it was not a big deal. Maybe I could have found something or someone that could have saved her. My dad and her just didn't want her to live like she was dying, and they didn't want people treating her that way either. I understand that, but I am just...I don't know...shocked, confused, and afraid. I wish I had more time to talk with her, and help her figure everything out. I am so sad that she felt like she had to do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted, thanks to everyone who has helped, and written, etc. I am able to have some moments where I can feel at peace, and that comes knowing that I have some great friends, and a close family. I am not extremely close to any aunts and my mom didn't have tons of close friends, I am sad for me and my kids that we will no longer have that motherly figure, and the doting grandma...extremely sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-2433713447269217358?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2433713447269217358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=2433713447269217358' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2433713447269217358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2433713447269217358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-say-goodbye.html' title='How to say goodbye?'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-2857098812270547636</id><published>2010-01-04T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:54:49.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know many of you have already seen these, but I wanted to give a shout out to the talented photographer and great friend who squeezed us in, in the last minute (literally the weekend before Christmas), to get these done! I have gotten SO MANY compliments on these photos, and wanted her to know. If you are looking for a great photographer, give Amber at &lt;a href="http://www.lifeartphotography.com/index2.php"&gt;Life Art Photography&lt;/a&gt; a call, you'll be happy you did! There was so many great photos, it was hard to choose from (and Charlie is not easy to photograph).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S0Jgyzk2HdI/AAAAAAAAA2g/fvwIfzqiGIs/s1600-h/pleasework.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423003327261973970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S0Jgyzk2HdI/AAAAAAAAA2g/fvwIfzqiGIs/s400/pleasework.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S0JfvPj0cgI/AAAAAAAAA2I/HcovksI5jI4/s1600-h/5x7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423002166542758402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S0JfvPj0cgI/AAAAAAAAA2I/HcovksI5jI4/s400/5x7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S0JfuffoVSI/AAAAAAAAA2A/K60aiL2oKmQ/s1600-h/5x7kaylee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423002153640285474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S0JfuffoVSI/AAAAAAAAA2A/K60aiL2oKmQ/s400/5x7kaylee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-2857098812270547636?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2857098812270547636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=2857098812270547636' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2857098812270547636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2857098812270547636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-many-of-you-have-already-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/S0Jgyzk2HdI/AAAAAAAAA2g/fvwIfzqiGIs/s72-c/pleasework.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7946785425570874366</id><published>2009-12-31T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:37:50.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the five book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan Zandra'/><title type='text'>Where will you be Five Years?</title><content type='html'>I thought this was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appropriate&lt;/span&gt; with the new year starting. Some dreams seem impossible if you only give them a short amount of time to happen. When you broaden the time span to 5 years...it invites a whole new realm of possibilities. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt;...and have some things I have already started working on...I will fill you in later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.live-inspired.com/the5book/"&gt;The Five Book by Dan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zadra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7946785425570874366?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7946785425570874366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7946785425570874366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7946785425570874366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7946785425570874366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-will-you-be-five-years.html' title='Where will you be Five Years?'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-4942070865186360981</id><published>2009-12-19T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T08:47:23.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaylee Lou Who!</title><content type='html'>Went to see the Grinch Stole Christmas the other night. Kaylee fit right in with the Who's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sy0DMgKZ_rI/AAAAAAAAA1w/iF3__0URI-c/s1600-h/DSC_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sy0DMgKZ_rI/AAAAAAAAA1w/iF3__0URI-c/s400/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416989440123469490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sy0CcXd2K3I/AAAAAAAAA1o/EB5oAy-mZAc/s1600-h/DSC_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sy0CcXd2K3I/AAAAAAAAA1o/EB5oAy-mZAc/s400/DSC_0199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416988613155367794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sy0CcGpSJoI/AAAAAAAAA1g/wmA3E4VQ_7o/s1600-h/DSC_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sy0CcGpSJoI/AAAAAAAAA1g/wmA3E4VQ_7o/s400/DSC_0195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416988608639936130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-4942070865186360981?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4942070865186360981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=4942070865186360981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4942070865186360981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4942070865186360981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/kaylee-lou-who.html' title='Kaylee Lou Who!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sy0DMgKZ_rI/AAAAAAAAA1w/iF3__0URI-c/s72-c/DSC_0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-6580514469117975232</id><published>2009-12-15T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:07:12.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is he here YET!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SyfeTYAMbaI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/jafvNrU_XQI/s1600-h/ksbirthday,+christmas%5Bpictures,out+of+the+blue+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SyfeTYAMbaI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/jafvNrU_XQI/s400/ksbirthday,+christmas%5Bpictures,out+of+the+blue+099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415541501378456994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa is in high demand around here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-6580514469117975232?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6580514469117975232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=6580514469117975232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6580514469117975232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6580514469117975232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-he-here-yet.html' title='Is he here YET!!!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SyfeTYAMbaI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/jafvNrU_XQI/s72-c/ksbirthday,+christmas%5Bpictures,out+of+the+blue+099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-3266577711612928776</id><published>2009-12-08T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:31:38.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support Your Local Mermaids!</title><content type='html'>Still need to get some shopping done? You won't want to miss this! A group of some of the most talented artisans I know, at one of my absolute favorite stores! I feel very honored to join this school of mermaids! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View Mermaid Mercantile Nov. With Dec Info on Scribd" href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/23865882/Mermaid-Mercantile-Nov-With-Dec-Info" style="margin: 12px auto 6px auto; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; -x-system-font: none; display: block; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Mermaid Mercantile Nov. With Dec Info&lt;/a&gt; &lt;object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" id="doc_474276343158408" name="doc_474276343158408" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" align="middle" height="500" width="100%" &gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=23865882&amp;access_key=key-21eu7y1zurfft60tlzbz&amp;page=1&amp;version=1&amp;viewMode=list"&gt;   &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;   &lt;param name="play" value="true"&gt;  &lt;param name="loop" value="true"&gt;   &lt;param name="scale" value="showall"&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;   &lt;param name="devicefont" value="false"&gt;  &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;   &lt;param name="menu" value="true"&gt;  &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;   &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;   &lt;param name="salign" value=""&gt;            &lt;param name="mode" value="list"&gt;       &lt;embed src="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=23865882&amp;access_key=key-21eu7y1zurfft60tlzbz&amp;page=1&amp;version=1&amp;viewMode=list" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" play="true" loop="true" scale="showall" wmode="opaque" devicefont="false" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="doc_474276343158408_object" menu="true" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" salign="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" mode="list" height="500" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-3266577711612928776?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3266577711612928776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=3266577711612928776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3266577711612928776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3266577711612928776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/support-your-local-mermaids.html' title='Support Your Local Mermaids!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-6163042927884616158</id><published>2009-12-03T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:11:10.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spa md'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artisians alley'/><title type='text'>When Beach Boys can't Wear their Board Shorts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;They wear these new cool digs!&lt;br /&gt;My Little Buttercup is happy to introduce their boys line!&lt;br /&gt;Most of the sets are beach inspired, and here is a sneak peak for this weekend. If you are local in San Diego, come see me this weekend at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Artisans&lt;/span&gt; Alley in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Coronado&lt;/span&gt; selling with my ever so talented friend &lt;a href="http://tutumonkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tutumonkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! If you follow my blog, come introduce yourself too, I love meeting new friends!&lt;br /&gt;And if you are a mom, grandma, or soon-to-be mom looking for a good time and a chance to meet other moms come to a "Mommies night out" at Spa MD in La &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jolla&lt;/span&gt; on Monday evening, December 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 6:30 to 8:30. You can get a free spa treatment and there will be a selection of unique vendors selling products catering to mom and baby! Hope to see you there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxgL50PceZI/AAAAAAAAA04/MfFEhC1zx20/s1600-h/fullfrontshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411088040189524370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxgL50PceZI/AAAAAAAAA04/MfFEhC1zx20/s400/fullfrontshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxgL6Z9XgbI/AAAAAAAAA1A/yHicwM9Ps8M/s1600-h/closeup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411088050314248626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxgL6Z9XgbI/AAAAAAAAA1A/yHicwM9Ps8M/s400/closeup2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-6163042927884616158?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6163042927884616158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=6163042927884616158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6163042927884616158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6163042927884616158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-beach-boys-cant-wear-their-board.html' title='When Beach Boys can&apos;t Wear their Board Shorts!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxgL50PceZI/AAAAAAAAA04/MfFEhC1zx20/s72-c/fullfrontshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-9000171273012156807</id><published>2009-12-01T17:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:12:22.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vineyards'/><title type='text'>I Am Thankful for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;train rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXEYNbJ_PI/AAAAAAAAA0I/iIXhCJzINeM/s1600/thanksgiving,vineyards+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410446447554985202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXEYNbJ_PI/AAAAAAAAA0I/iIXhCJzINeM/s400/thanksgiving,vineyards+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apples picked right from the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXEX3MeY4I/AAAAAAAAA0A/SA-umK7oNu0/s1600/thanksgiving,vineyards+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410446441587827586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXEX3MeY4I/AAAAAAAAA0A/SA-umK7oNu0/s400/thanksgiving,vineyards+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishes coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXEXexLQQI/AAAAAAAAAz4/GzrH4fsSd-Y/s1600/thanksgiving,vineyards+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410446435030876418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXEXexLQQI/AAAAAAAAAz4/GzrH4fsSd-Y/s400/thanksgiving,vineyards+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fireman responding during Thanksgiving dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXEW3W2yVI/AAAAAAAAAzw/mMify2cBLrg/s1600/thanksgiving,vineyards+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410446424451500370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXEW3W2yVI/AAAAAAAAAzw/mMify2cBLrg/s400/thanksgiving,vineyards+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksgiving at Kaylee's school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXEWcdr6UI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Ye4xMYmlO7g/s1600/thanksgiving,vineyards+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410446417232390466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXEWcdr6UI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Ye4xMYmlO7g/s400/thanksgiving,vineyards+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a new nephew on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXIHghTwYI/AAAAAAAAA0w/yttWwutVYuk/s1600/thanksgiving,vineyards+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410450558669799810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXIHghTwYI/AAAAAAAAA0w/yttWwutVYuk/s400/thanksgiving,vineyards+107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinyards the color of gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXIHLgydxI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Uph3ZFvJB0Y/s1600/thanksgiving,vineyards+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410450553030473490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXIHLgydxI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Uph3ZFvJB0Y/s400/thanksgiving,vineyards+098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXHY355C7I/AAAAAAAAA0g/gMapFd_Qz8k/s1600/thanksgiving,vineyards+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410449757493070770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXHY355C7I/AAAAAAAAA0g/gMapFd_Qz8k/s400/thanksgiving,vineyards+118.JPG" /&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/6653206817791499945-9000171273012156807?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/9000171273012156807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=9000171273012156807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/9000171273012156807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/9000171273012156807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I Am Thankful for'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SxXEYNbJ_PI/AAAAAAAAA0I/iIXhCJzINeM/s72-c/thanksgiving,vineyards+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-6068365234999965724</id><published>2009-11-22T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T08:11:44.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruffles make everything better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SwlhT-8JkQI/AAAAAAAAAzY/-fKRx7RSZOg/s1600/halloween,jeanoutfits+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406959823575683330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SwlhT-8JkQI/AAAAAAAAAzY/-fKRx7RSZOg/s400/halloween,jeanoutfits+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had a selling boutique yesterday and I was a little nervous to be introducing my new jean outfits, but they were a hit! I almost sold out, and our big event is still on the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is such a good feeling when you put a LOT of work into a piece and people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; like it. I feel when you get into this type of industry (artistry in general), it is a constant quest to make things new, but that also appeal to buyers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will post some more pictures of my new stuff throughout the week, but I snapped these pictures the other day, and thought I would share them first. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SwlhTEZ8awI/AAAAAAAAAzI/adrvtmneaXI/s1600/halloween,jeanoutfits+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406959807862958850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SwlhTEZ8awI/AAAAAAAAAzI/adrvtmneaXI/s400/halloween,jeanoutfits+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SwlhTUlnk2I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/_ShrWCu-FzI/s1600/halloween,jeanoutfits+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406959812206891874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SwlhTUlnk2I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/_ShrWCu-FzI/s400/halloween,jeanoutfits+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SwlhUBdcIVI/AAAAAAAAAzg/GuxmbGDNTC8/s1600/halloween,jeanoutfits+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406959824252182866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SwlhUBdcIVI/AAAAAAAAAzg/GuxmbGDNTC8/s400/halloween,jeanoutfits+045.JPG" /&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/6653206817791499945-6068365234999965724?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6068365234999965724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=6068365234999965724' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6068365234999965724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6068365234999965724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/11/ruffles-make-everything-better.html' title='Ruffles make everything better!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SwlhT-8JkQI/AAAAAAAAAzY/-fKRx7RSZOg/s72-c/halloween,jeanoutfits+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7693353278746074340</id><published>2009-10-31T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:06:52.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party, Party, Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, we have had a lot of parties the past few weeks, life is fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fabulous Mom's Halloween Party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuxsStCTW0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/L3Z1k7w-m50/s1600-h/halloween+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398809121893079874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuxsStCTW0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/L3Z1k7w-m50/s400/halloween+080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuxrIgo-mII/AAAAAAAAAx0/teGEDbVjxGc/s1600-h/halloween+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398807847255316610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuxrIgo-mII/AAAAAAAAAx0/teGEDbVjxGc/s400/halloween+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Firefighter Ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuxrII48FLI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Lst7ReUoMFk/s1600-h/halloween+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398807840879809714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuxrII48FLI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Lst7ReUoMFk/s400/halloween+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Suxt_lj3h4I/AAAAAAAAAyE/rD3eiuS11Kc/s1600-h/halloween+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398810992492119938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Suxt_lj3h4I/AAAAAAAAAyE/rD3eiuS11Kc/s400/halloween+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carving Party in Carlsbad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuxrHrkO0nI/AAAAAAAAAxk/eGt_dfTSZqk/s1600-h/halloween+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398807833008329330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuxrHrkO0nI/AAAAAAAAAxk/eGt_dfTSZqk/s400/halloween+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuxrHaEOTlI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qmU4oTdedqw/s1600-h/halloween+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398807828310675026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuxrHaEOTlI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qmU4oTdedqw/s400/halloween+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuxrHDEYz6I/AAAAAAAAAxU/_jBWHlntfZY/s1600-h/halloween+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398807822137348002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuxrHDEYz6I/AAAAAAAAAxU/_jBWHlntfZY/s400/halloween+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Kaylee's cute bow is from &lt;a href="http://www.tutumonkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;tutmonkey&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&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/6653206817791499945-7693353278746074340?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7693353278746074340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7693353278746074340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7693353278746074340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7693353278746074340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/party-party-party.html' title='Party, Party, Party!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuxsStCTW0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/L3Z1k7w-m50/s72-c/halloween+080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-1017864351505767040</id><published>2009-10-22T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:02:10.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is that CrAzY time of year again!</title><content type='html'>So, I have learned since I got into the "handmade" business, that once Halloween hits, buckle down and hold on tight cause the storm is-a-coming! With the holidays, craft shows, and (in our houshold) birthdays, things can get a little bit crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I just couldn't even muster the time and energy to throw Kaylee a birthday party, so to relieve my guilt (which is solely there because of me), I decided to throw a big old bash this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to do this (honestly, I am still not sure)- I am starting the planning now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee liked the Alice and Wonderland theme with a Mad Hatters Tea Party! I found wonderful inspiration from other bloggers, and have a running list of all I want to do. Here are some of the photos ( all taken by &lt;a href="http://jessicaclaire.net/"&gt;Jessica Claire&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuEW4lg21xI/AAAAAAAAAxM/RxrXaBi2x3U/s1600-h/aliceinwonderland4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395618989964973842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuEW4lg21xI/AAAAAAAAAxM/RxrXaBi2x3U/s400/aliceinwonderland4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuEW4XmgSlI/AAAAAAAAAxE/CW9cX77Jr80/s1600-h/aliceinwonderland3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395618986230565458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuEW4XmgSlI/AAAAAAAAAxE/CW9cX77Jr80/s400/aliceinwonderland3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuEW4EFk63I/AAAAAAAAAw8/uDHFiHhJEtI/s1600-h/aliceinwonderland2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 1px; HEIGHT: 1px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395618980992183154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuEW4EFk63I/AAAAAAAAAw8/uDHFiHhJEtI/s400/aliceinwonderland2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuEW39s5B6I/AAAAAAAAAw0/dxLmZHVw13A/s1600-h/aliceinwonderland1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395618979278030754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuEW39s5B6I/AAAAAAAAAw0/dxLmZHVw13A/s400/aliceinwonderland1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I have an ACE in my back pocket! My ever so talented friend &lt;a href="http://thebengards.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaime&lt;/a&gt; with So Divine Designs is making the invitations. She has just sent me a mock up and they are Ba&lt;em&gt;N&lt;/em&gt;aNa&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt; (that means awesome if you don't know)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just have to follow through with the rest of the stuff to meet everyones expectations after they get that beautiful invitation (YIKES) . If you haven't visited &lt;a href="http://www.sodivinedesigns.com/blog/"&gt;So Divine Designs&lt;/a&gt; yet, take a peak. &lt;a href="http://thebengards.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt; is extremely talented with invitations and also designing logos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow-up this post with the actual birthday pictures (maybe I can call in another fabulous friend to help:)) and will make sure to include the invitations for all of my 'blogger friends" to see too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-1017864351505767040?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1017864351505767040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=1017864351505767040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1017864351505767040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1017864351505767040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-that-crazy-time-of-year-again.html' title='It is that CrAzY time of year again!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SuEW4lg21xI/AAAAAAAAAxM/RxrXaBi2x3U/s72-c/aliceinwonderland4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-542393048382449826</id><published>2009-10-17T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:30:56.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Smith's went to the pumpkin patch and had a great time! Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnT4-DWxXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/AeQdTJq-CJQ/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393575004436088178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnT4-DWxXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/AeQdTJq-CJQ/s320/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnT5Ve9cFI/AAAAAAAAAvk/2Hz8qAV3q7Y/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393575010725883986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnT5Ve9cFI/AAAAAAAAAvk/2Hz8qAV3q7Y/s320/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnVulzCJwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/G0WPUPmS0s0/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393577025149740802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnVulzCJwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/G0WPUPmS0s0/s320/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnVvt2VdiI/AAAAAAAAAws/N7_XR8Iiv-M/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393577044490941986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnVvt2VdiI/AAAAAAAAAws/N7_XR8Iiv-M/s320/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnUjkd1fdI/AAAAAAAAAv8/UlXDM2HMGqk/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393575736302206418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnUjkd1fdI/AAAAAAAAAv8/UlXDM2HMGqk/s320/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnVt924UmI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Kuxj7C_gMHc/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393577014428455522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnVt924UmI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Kuxj7C_gMHc/s320/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnVua-4QYI/AAAAAAAAAwU/lPSOK6x21MA/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393577022246633858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnVua-4QYI/AAAAAAAAAwU/lPSOK6x21MA/s320/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnT6GPgErI/AAAAAAAAAvs/4qFUNRQ8vyE/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393575023814382258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnT6GPgErI/AAAAAAAAAvs/4qFUNRQ8vyE/s320/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnUkNGmKgI/AAAAAAAAAwE/YHEryge_yBA/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393575747210586626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnUkNGmKgI/AAAAAAAAAwE/YHEryge_yBA/s320/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnVvAf1dWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/92-PTXDNIqo/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393577032316974434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnVvAf1dWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/92-PTXDNIqo/s320/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnUi1GEJCI/AAAAAAAAAv0/OkBgFu7BOCI/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393575723586036770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnUi1GEJCI/AAAAAAAAAv0/OkBgFu7BOCI/s320/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-542393048382449826?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/542393048382449826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=542393048382449826' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/542393048382449826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/542393048382449826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/smiths-went-to-pumpkin-patch-and-had.html' title=''/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StnT4-DWxXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/AeQdTJq-CJQ/s72-c/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7577794337057706847</id><published>2009-10-15T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:21:53.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Closet Built for a Princess...</title><content type='html'>(or mermaid, dancer, gypsy, bunny...etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kyle and I are giving our house a little face lift, we bought a whole new entertainment center, and then didn't know what to do with the old one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old center had two media chests on both sides, here is the before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StfG4Ysp9vI/AAAAAAAAAuM/rH7r8Rduzek/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392997750804182770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StfG4Ysp9vI/AAAAAAAAAuM/rH7r8Rduzek/s320/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StfIWc-zH6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/dr3vXl7Sbds/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392999366861725602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StfIWc-zH6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/dr3vXl7Sbds/s320/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StfIV2Mlo_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/d8JSF9FRn-0/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392999356450579442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StfIV2Mlo_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/d8JSF9FRn-0/s320/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They made perfect little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dress-up&lt;/span&gt; closets for her room (which is also getting re-vamped..pictures to come when I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; finish it). I painted them a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;turquoise&lt;/span&gt;, one of the accent colors), and distressed them a bit (I die for that look)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was just paint and a closet bar, and is great because she can grab the costumes on her own, and they are no longer just all bunched up in the corner! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7577794337057706847?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7577794337057706847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7577794337057706847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7577794337057706847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7577794337057706847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/closet-built-for-princess.html' title='A Closet Built for a Princess...'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StfG4Ysp9vI/AAAAAAAAAuM/rH7r8Rduzek/s72-c/pumpkinpatch,dressupcloset+135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-3564455855902519424</id><published>2009-10-11T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:03:23.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're coming Alice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StKbQVOXwEI/AAAAAAAAAuE/QKAn83WOmhc/s1600-h/capes,aidenparty,aliceinwonerland,princessonice+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391542408793538626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StKbQVOXwEI/AAAAAAAAAuE/QKAn83WOmhc/s320/capes,aidenparty,aliceinwonerland,princessonice+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I realized the other day why God gave me a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with all brothers and although I didn't suffer by any means, the sheer embarrassment of admitting I wanted to attend a ballet or be a "princess" was enough this girl could handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now...I get to do all that stuff, and what's more? I have a daughter who may enjoy theater more than me (really not sure what I am supposed to do with that?)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day I find out that the California Ballet Company is doing a production of Alice in Wonderland. I go down to the ticket window (the day of the performance no doubt) to get two tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee and I get dressed up for the occasion. They told me the attire was "Sunday brunch." Oh right, I know exactly what that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We show up, park, and as we enter the building a young teen (one of the cards in the show) is selling programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, of course I have to buy a program. The seller is very taken by Kaylee's excitement and I think her gold sparkly shoes helped, so she gives me a wink and says, 'if you get the program signed by the lead dancer, you get to meet Alice backstage after the show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (i mean Kaylee) starts jumping up and down with enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit in our seats, and wait an excruciating 15 minutes for the show to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is a "classical ballet" then a short intermission and the Alice in Wonderland performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you. The first 5 minutes were good, then every other second I had Kaylee turning to my ear, and in a voice much louder than an ordinary whisper was asking, "which one is Alice? Is that the rabbit? Why are those guys wearing tights?" - all questions I could not give a good answer to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept smiling, saying "you need to be quiet, just watch the show." Really I was thinking-what the hell is this? Did I just make a huge mistake? How long is this going to last? And, most importantly, Is Alice and Wonderland going to be like this, because you might as well shoot me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERMISSION- Ahh, we made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage Kaylee to get up and walk around. I know... "do you have to go to the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm....yes." she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, bathroom here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, the bathroom has these quaint program holders so you don't have to put them on the germ ridden ground, excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Back in seats, hoping for something less "classical.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, there is narration, and humor. Kaylee was thoroughly entertained. Wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Show is over-time to go.) Let me just grab my special program. Oh CRAP!!! I left the program in the excellent quaint program holders in the bathroom. Ok, stay calm...maybe it is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Running to the bathroom, dragging Kaylee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not there...crushed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe Kaylee won't remember. Walking towards the exit (eyeing all the attendees with programs...which one of you took ours?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the door...Kaylee is happy and skipping. Climbing the stars in the parking garage, when, the words come out of her little mouth..."Is this where Alice is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! She remembers. "Oh hunny, I left the program in the bathroom and someone took it, so we can't see her now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So innocent, Kaylee responds, "let's go find the person and tell them it is ours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, my heart is breaking...okay, I can at least try...not find the person, but maybe if I talk to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Back to the theater).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I find that one person who you wonder how they even got hired in the first place. I explain our situation. And then get a very bazzar answer. She did mention at the end of her martian talk that all the characters were upstairs at the "tea party" meeting guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(running up the stairs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee is scared to death of all the characters. Truthfully, I would be scared of a 6 foot rabbit too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we met Alice (after throwing only a few elbows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Leaving the theater for the second time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young teen smiles and waves as we are leaving. "Oh hey, aren't you the girl that sold us the program when we walked in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tell her what happened and ask if they have an extra program that we could bring home. Her mom over hears me talking and asks, "did you leave a signed program in the bathroom stale?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, yes I did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here it is, I found it and picked it up. I was shocked to look inside and see that it was a signed copy. Alice is upstairs now, because no one showed up to meet her backstage." Son of a bitch...I should of just showed up at the door they had said, and told my story. It crossed my mind, but I thought I would look like a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we left with our program, a picture of Alice, and most of all a fabulous day for just us girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StKbPjV8ovI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9Uz4ZgHm4l8/s1600-h/capes,aidenparty,aliceinwonerland,princessonice+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391542395403543282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StKbPjV8ovI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9Uz4ZgHm4l8/s320/capes,aidenparty,aliceinwonerland,princessonice+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-3564455855902519424?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3564455855902519424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=3564455855902519424' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3564455855902519424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3564455855902519424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/were-coming-alice.html' title='We&apos;re coming Alice...'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/StKbQVOXwEI/AAAAAAAAAuE/QKAn83WOmhc/s72-c/capes,aidenparty,aliceinwonerland,princessonice+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-6238955114737586381</id><published>2009-10-01T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:26:06.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehearsal dinner and wedding.</title><content type='html'>The wedding day has come for my friend Adrienne. The kids and I were all in the wedding, and we had a BLAST! The dresses were a huge hit, and although Charlie didn't care much for walking down the aisle, Kaylee was happy to take center stage -throwing petals, speaking in the microphone, and dancing the night away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVOfDk27WI/AAAAAAAAAtE/oLh9VUiAekA/s1600-h/adrienne+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387798824661478754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVOfDk27WI/AAAAAAAAAtE/oLh9VUiAekA/s320/adrienne+120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVOfvpai4I/AAAAAAAAAtM/cwvsGhiMrbs/s1600-h/adrienne+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387798836491750274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVOfvpai4I/AAAAAAAAAtM/cwvsGhiMrbs/s320/adrienne+131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I decided the day before, that I should make Kaylee an outfit for the rehearsal dinner. I am not sure why I always decide to do these things at the last minute...I guess I must like the challenge. There were so many flower girls, and Kaylee LOVED being paired with a "big girl." I basically got the night off, as the "big girl," watched Kaylee all night, at the wedding and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt; dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVNJKNaFnI/AAAAAAAAAsc/CjGG50T5BPk/s1600-h/adrienne+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387797348973418098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVNJKNaFnI/AAAAAAAAAsc/CjGG50T5BPk/s320/adrienne+059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVNLpNnwSI/AAAAAAAAAs8/zCrLwNRyNRY/s1600-h/adrienne+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387797391655551266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVNLpNnwSI/AAAAAAAAAs8/zCrLwNRyNRY/s320/adrienne+089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, somehow it was decided that poor Rachel carry Charlie down the aisle...this picture says it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Ssu5q1kD3_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/-BqEeBdVj7U/s1600-h/CandRachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389605524662902770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Ssu5q1kD3_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/-BqEeBdVj7U/s320/CandRachel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us might have had too good of a time with the "photo booth." First is Rachel and Kaylee, and then the bridesmaids. What a fun idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Ssu8ySZEZII/AAAAAAAAAt0/Y3VQpGHCIhw/s1600-h/rachelandk+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389608951195395202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Ssu8ySZEZII/AAAAAAAAAt0/Y3VQpGHCIhw/s320/rachelandk+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Ssu7ys0YGlI/AAAAAAAAAts/jDJvNfolW2A/s1600-h/bridemaids,adriennewedding+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389607858777627218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Ssu7ys0YGlI/AAAAAAAAAts/jDJvNfolW2A/s320/bridemaids,adriennewedding+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene at the end of the night! One of the best weddings I have been to. Great people, great place, and built in babysitters :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVOgYx_omI/AAAAAAAAAtU/xLeODde4qE8/s1600-h/adrienne+156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387798847533589090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVOgYx_omI/AAAAAAAAAtU/xLeODde4qE8/s320/adrienne+156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Congratulations Adrienne and Dave and looking forward to seeing you this weekend)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-6238955114737586381?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6238955114737586381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=6238955114737586381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6238955114737586381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6238955114737586381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/rehearsal-dinner-and-wedding.html' title='Rehearsal dinner and wedding.'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVOfDk27WI/AAAAAAAAAtE/oLh9VUiAekA/s72-c/adrienne+120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-1339958343667271536</id><published>2009-10-01T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:31:00.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone want to Hula!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387792189325556162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVIc1BfucI/AAAAAAAAAsU/15ktt0vhbQE/s400/adrienne+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Special Hawaiian suit for a special Hula girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVHRHjet2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZAuHVa_-UmY/s1600-h/maggieswimsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387790888629876578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVHRHjet2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZAuHVa_-UmY/s400/maggieswimsuit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week we celebrated little Maggie's first birthday Hawiian sytle! Kaylee had a blast dressing up and playing with friends. She didn't want to leave saying, "but we haven't done the hula yet!" I had a blast making a little bikinni for the birthday girl! It was a little big, but the smallest size I offer.&lt;br /&gt;I also decided to make Kaylee a "grass skirt" out of fabric remanats and beads I had around the house. It turned out pretty cute!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday adorable Maggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387790138046834962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVGlbaiaRI/AAAAAAAAAr0/KCpG8-XnnPk/s400/adrienne+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387790879524809986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVHQloqbQI/AAAAAAAAAsE/QsU2AjNlRyA/s400/adrienne+038.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387790332107626162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVGwuWPFrI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Cu3fLbyJQkE/s400/adrienne+011.JPG" /&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/6653206817791499945-1339958343667271536?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1339958343667271536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=1339958343667271536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1339958343667271536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1339958343667271536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/anyone-want-to-hula.html' title='Anyone want to Hula!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SsVIc1BfucI/AAAAAAAAAsU/15ktt0vhbQE/s72-c/adrienne+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7825594565048935881</id><published>2009-09-21T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:35:54.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As soon as this arrived...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrfiCoWU3XI/AAAAAAAAArs/7L-mVki4iBs/s1600-h/linen,septemberdrawing+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384020414363393394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrfiCoWU3XI/AAAAAAAAArs/7L-mVki4iBs/s400/linen,septemberdrawing+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I heard on the news..."record breaking heat coming our way!" Son of a B*#&amp;amp;$! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(PS: Look at all that fabric! I can't believe I was wondering if I ordered enough. That will do just fine...it better, I get intimidated just looking at the roll).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am not telling you what I am making yet! You will have to wait in suspense :).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7825594565048935881?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7825594565048935881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7825594565048935881' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7825594565048935881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7825594565048935881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-soon-as-this-arrived.html' title='As soon as this arrived...'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrfiCoWU3XI/AAAAAAAAArs/7L-mVki4iBs/s72-c/linen,septemberdrawing+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-1196635418829115534</id><published>2009-09-17T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:56:31.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrJqCsaFhhI/AAAAAAAAArk/9nFU-jndqd0/s1600-h/linen,septemberdrawing+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382481099174020626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrJqCsaFhhI/AAAAAAAAArk/9nFU-jndqd0/s400/linen,septemberdrawing+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interpretation&lt;/span&gt; of what we look like driving to school!&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/6653206817791499945-1196635418829115534?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1196635418829115534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=1196635418829115534' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1196635418829115534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1196635418829115534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-that-me.html' title='Is that me?'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrJqCsaFhhI/AAAAAAAAArk/9nFU-jndqd0/s72-c/linen,septemberdrawing+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-4382024667481291435</id><published>2009-09-15T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:36:27.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slip sliding away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrEd2eqv9PI/AAAAAAAAArc/YszkUNxRQ-8/s1600-h/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382115851466962162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrEd2eqv9PI/AAAAAAAAArc/YszkUNxRQ-8/s320/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It all started with a birthday trip for my mom, when she requested that they stay at a nice hotel that the kids could enjoy too! Their first stay was at the Torrey Pines Lodge. Beautiful, but not too many kids around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now each time they come to visit they try to outdo their last hotel. This time they stayed at the Hyatt on Mission Bay. This was amazing for the kids, but a little too packed full of kids for my parents. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That didn't stop Kaylee from taking full advantage of what the hotel had to offer. She was cruising down the BIG slide, which she could only go down because she is very tall for her age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was great, because they also had a gradual walk-in pool, and all of this gave Kaylee the confidence to start putting her head under and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt;. Kyle brings the kids to the beach a lot and takes them in the ocean so she was starting to get more brave there. He then moved over to the Bay because there are no waves there and Kaylee can stand on her own.  Now I just have to find some swim lessons so she really gets going and doesn't lose the momentum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom and dad, come visit anytime....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrEdz8FlUQI/AAAAAAAAAq8/qLHvqvELcE8/s1600-h/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382115807824531714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrEdz8FlUQI/AAAAAAAAAq8/qLHvqvELcE8/s320/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrEd0r1pw9I/AAAAAAAAArE/EWSXhQczqho/s1600-h/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382115820642616274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrEd0r1pw9I/AAAAAAAAArE/EWSXhQczqho/s320/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First came daddy, and then Kaylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrEd1AIJuvI/AAAAAAAAArM/5Bw8uLz080A/s1600-h/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382115826088917746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrEd1AIJuvI/AAAAAAAAArM/5Bw8uLz080A/s320/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrEd1o45W6I/AAAAAAAAArU/QYfyHMlVux4/s1600-h/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382115837030783906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrEd1o45W6I/AAAAAAAAArU/QYfyHMlVux4/s320/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaylee laughing after her big slide, and Kaylee getting the hang of swimming!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-4382024667481291435?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4382024667481291435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=4382024667481291435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4382024667481291435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4382024667481291435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/09/slip-sliding-away.html' title='slip sliding away'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SrEd2eqv9PI/AAAAAAAAArc/YszkUNxRQ-8/s72-c/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7329817502647953137</id><published>2009-09-13T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:07:29.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring, Ring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sq0ysH6e_yI/AAAAAAAAAqM/HSu9RbnQwVY/s1600-h/bonfire,kayleesfirstdayofschool+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 463px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381012863397592866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sq0ysH6e_yI/AAAAAAAAAqM/HSu9RbnQwVY/s400/bonfire,kayleesfirstdayofschool+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Hello God? It's me Colleen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How's it going? That's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, I was calling to ask for a favor. The next time I am asked to make 7 flower girl dresses. Can you please not send a RECORD BREAKING HEATWAVE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I did get them done, but that is not really the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO! I did not think it was a little bit funny sweating under 50 yards of tulle, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;petti-&lt;/span&gt;coats and 20 yards of silk and lining! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, tell your mom I say hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7329817502647953137?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7329817502647953137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7329817502647953137' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7329817502647953137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7329817502647953137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/09/ring-ring.html' title='Ring, Ring!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sq0ysH6e_yI/AAAAAAAAAqM/HSu9RbnQwVY/s72-c/bonfire,kayleesfirstdayofschool+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-2764919436539656622</id><published>2009-09-12T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:14:44.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaylee's 1st day of school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqwAaaq20vI/AAAAAAAAAqE/94one7KICB4/s1600-h/bonfire,kayleesfirstdayofschool+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380676108636574450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqwAaaq20vI/AAAAAAAAAqE/94one7KICB4/s320/bonfire,kayleesfirstdayofschool+070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee started a new school year at a new school. She was so excited to start. It was funny, I was fine when we dropped her off, but when I picked her up and saw her playing with the other kids, and she ran to me, and couldn't stop talking, so excited about all the stuff she did...I got a little choked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have had kids, I have come to recognize that as a parent, it is sometimes hard to watch my kids grow-up. I know that may sound selfish, and of course deep down I want them to grow-up, but it can be a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like when she first spoke, stopped breastfeeding, walked, or slept through the night! For a small moment it crossed my mind...my little girl is growing up, and needs me just a little less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course, when I dropped her off, this was going through my mind, and whether I am making all the right decisions. When I picked her up and saw her glowing face, I just wanted to cry because I knew, she was growing up, but that it was time, and the right decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been every morning this week, which I thought might be too much. Today (Saturday), she woke up and told me that she was sad there was no school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I have all this going through my mind, my husband was back at home. He took some old scrap pieces of wood from our old fence and threw together this kids bench. It was such a fun surprise. He usually isn't the one to think of those types of things, so it truly was a surprise and the kids loved it! It was one of those days were you stand back and say, I have a really blessed life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sqv-W0Kdn7I/AAAAAAAAAps/ur6Z8pGklyw/s1600-h/bonfire,kayleesfirstdayofschool+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380673847737294770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sqv-W0Kdn7I/AAAAAAAAAps/ur6Z8pGklyw/s320/bonfire,kayleesfirstdayofschool+082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sqv-XdsuAzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/V5HALJDhNIw/s1600-h/bonfire,kayleesfirstdayofschool+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380673858886828850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sqv-XdsuAzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/V5HALJDhNIw/s320/bonfire,kayleesfirstdayofschool+083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sqv-YLfYX3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/8pEC6PBc-Ww/s1600-h/bonfire,kayleesfirstdayofschool+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380673871178915698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sqv-YLfYX3I/AAAAAAAAAp8/8pEC6PBc-Ww/s320/bonfire,kayleesfirstdayofschool+087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-2764919436539656622?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2764919436539656622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=2764919436539656622' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2764919436539656622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2764919436539656622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/09/kaylees-1st-day-of-school.html' title='Kaylee&apos;s 1st day of school.'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqwAaaq20vI/AAAAAAAAAqE/94one7KICB4/s72-c/bonfire,kayleesfirstdayofschool+070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-2342170113967673264</id><published>2009-09-12T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:19:02.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sqv2-ZnM9NI/AAAAAAAAApU/bVIVCH5l7wA/s1600-h/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380665731711825106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sqv2-ZnM9NI/AAAAAAAAApU/bVIVCH5l7wA/s400/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle had a birthday while we were in Vancouver. I hadn't had much planned, but I found a cute little cupcake store, and decided to surprise him with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked up the cupcakes and concealed them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amongst&lt;/span&gt; my other shopping bags, and when Kyle went down to move the rental car, Kaylee and I got the cupcakes out and made a "beautiful" display to surprise Kyle with. For what it is worth, Charlie was very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; about the whole ordeal as well, as he ran back in forth in the hotel room screaming with joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaylee, who understood the whole idea of the surprise (more than I gave her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;credit&lt;/span&gt; for), picked a hiding spot out behind the shower curtain, and anxiously waited for Kyle to come back up to the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could hear Kyle come to the door, so I told Kaylee to hide. She sprints off, and the door opens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holding Charlie, I jump out and yell, "Surprise!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, there is no Kaylee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle, laughing at what a nerd I am, pulls back the shower curtain....there is Kaylee, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happily&lt;/span&gt; eating her cupcake, looking back at him. She smiles, with frosting all around her mouth and yells, "Surprise!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the story...when planning a surprise party with a three year-old, don't leave the cupcakes out in the path to their hiding spot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-2342170113967673264?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2342170113967673264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=2342170113967673264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2342170113967673264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2342170113967673264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/09/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sqv2-ZnM9NI/AAAAAAAAApU/bVIVCH5l7wA/s72-c/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-1119315798590477748</id><published>2009-09-05T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:31:02.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright, let's try this again...</title><content type='html'>Not doing so good with keeping up with my blog lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee starts school on Tuesday and WE are all so excited. She is excited to just go, and I am excited to get back on a schedule. I love summer, but it can just be so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chaotic&lt;/span&gt;! I am getting excited about Halloween and decorating the house for fall. We are also re-doing parts of our house, so it will be fun to share the before and after pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to Vancouver was a success. The kids had a great time and made lots of new friends. I loved having other families there to travel with and hang out. The next &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt; is in New York and then in four years, in Ireland! Here are a few of my favorite pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKbjE_1rCI/AAAAAAAAAo0/iNMHS_rmV9A/s1600-h/supporters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378031931973020706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKbjE_1rCI/AAAAAAAAAo0/iNMHS_rmV9A/s320/supporters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKbij30GYI/AAAAAAAAAos/uazNSDodoeQ/s1600-h/kidsmarket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378031923080993154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKbij30GYI/AAAAAAAAAos/uazNSDodoeQ/s320/kidsmarket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKbh-2P-_I/AAAAAAAAAok/VTY8OxrH-Co/s1600-h/allthekids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378031913142320114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKbh-2P-_I/AAAAAAAAAok/VTY8OxrH-Co/s320/allthekids.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKaJpbosGI/AAAAAAAAAoU/2QXrJbwDNGo/s1600-h/granvilleisland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378030395565060194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKaJpbosGI/AAAAAAAAAoU/2QXrJbwDNGo/s320/granvilleisland.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKbhPRYy_I/AAAAAAAAAoc/_DwbHjN7vm4/s1600-h/aqabus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378031900371241970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKbhPRYy_I/AAAAAAAAAoc/_DwbHjN7vm4/s320/aqabus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKaIBVG4WI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Ck5o5BduZe0/s1600-h/kayleeonaquabus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378030367620391266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKaIBVG4WI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Ck5o5BduZe0/s320/kayleeonaquabus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKaGqTJm5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/hpZE1NPeJG0/s1600-h/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378030344258296722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKaGqTJm5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/hpZE1NPeJG0/s320/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKfK2ickOI/AAAAAAAAApE/OOalnbdBFi4/s1600-h/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378035913821294818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKfK2ickOI/AAAAAAAAApE/OOalnbdBFi4/s320/vancouver,bachelorette,swap+033.JPG" /&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/6653206817791499945-1119315798590477748?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1119315798590477748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=1119315798590477748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1119315798590477748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1119315798590477748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/09/alright-lets-try-this-again.html' title='Alright, let&apos;s try this again...'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SqKbjE_1rCI/AAAAAAAAAo0/iNMHS_rmV9A/s72-c/supporters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-5926843418615661580</id><published>2009-08-24T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:18:57.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back on that horse again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HELLO OUT THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;molely&lt;/span&gt;, I feel like it has been a decade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here I am smacking my Orbit's gum that was waiting on my doorstep this morning, and I decided it is time to get back on that horse again, and get a blog post up. Between being out of town for, what was it,...2 1/2 weeks, and then coming home, and getting my groove back, blogging has been at the bottom of my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got home today from breakfast with my parents and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt;, and there it was...my swap package....fun, fun, FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what I got:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SpMAym78jiI/AAAAAAAAAns/YVYB6QvN_1s/s1600-h/swapgift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373639649828572706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SpMAym78jiI/AAAAAAAAAns/YVYB6QvN_1s/s320/swapgift.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;em&gt;Real Simple magazine (LOVE IT, who doesn't?), a puzzle book (hello! I love puzzles, that is what I do to relax myself), gum (yum), and BRIGHT colored stationary (just makes you feel good looking at it!). Thanks &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thejordan-bergers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, it was so fun having you as my swap buddy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-5926843418615661580?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5926843418615661580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=5926843418615661580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5926843418615661580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5926843418615661580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-back-on-that-horse-again.html' title='Getting back on that horse again...'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SpMAym78jiI/AAAAAAAAAns/YVYB6QvN_1s/s72-c/swapgift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-6124366088477742614</id><published>2009-07-29T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:37:35.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Dear Husband,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SnB6jGnBdpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/vgNTNd6XxC0/s1600-h/junk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363921899686557330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SnB6jGnBdpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/vgNTNd6XxC0/s320/junk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I WILL turn this junk into treasure and WILL get it out of our living room soon! No, I do not enjoy buy other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;people's&lt;/span&gt; garbage (but it is a good deal)...No, I do not want to no longer be able to walk in our house because we have too much stuff...Yes, I DO have a plan...Oh yes, I DO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-6124366088477742614?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6124366088477742614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=6124366088477742614' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6124366088477742614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6124366088477742614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-my-dear-husband.html' title='To my Dear Husband,'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SnB6jGnBdpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/vgNTNd6XxC0/s72-c/junk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-2584744928016182984</id><published>2009-07-27T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:19:11.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefigher Olympics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last week we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Anaheim&lt;/span&gt;, hence the Disneyland pictures on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; account (if your not my friend, become one!). They were the hosts this year for the California Firefighter Olympics. After one team member injured his knee, and Kyle had to go get 7 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt; in his shin, the San Diego team took 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad my husband enjoys playing, but that is not really what I go for. The firefighters have so many fun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; for both the adults and kids. We stayed at the host hotel, which was occupied with all other firefighters and their families. It was amazing, because everyone would hang-out outside their rooms, and say hi and offer you a drink as you walked by. Every night they would have free drinks and music, and depending on the theme, an activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sm3P27dyJ9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/zMp6y0HYyzo/s1600-h/hawk,mayabday,disney,olympics+185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363171273850628050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sm3P27dyJ9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/zMp6y0HYyzo/s320/hawk,mayabday,disney,olympics+185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The only time Charlie looks small!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids played in the "kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt;" while mom and dad had drinks. They swam all day with all the other kids, and of course there was our trip to Disneyland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sm3P13zkkII/AAAAAAAAAm0/lvU89rAO3Hs/s1600-h/hawk,mayabday,disney,olympics+153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363171255688401026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sm3P13zkkII/AAAAAAAAAm0/lvU89rAO3Hs/s320/hawk,mayabday,disney,olympics+153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sm3P3Ch9FLI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6PyTcmrGN6Y/s1600-h/hawk,mayabday,disney,olympics+197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363171275747169458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sm3P3Ch9FLI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6PyTcmrGN6Y/s320/hawk,mayabday,disney,olympics+197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night they had a casino night! They had all these games set up and for every one hundred dollars you won, you got a ticket to put into raffles (set up like an action, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;, banks, etc, donated REALLY good prizes). Not much of a gambler, I gave my complimentary token to my husband and took the kids up to watch the Disneyland fireworks off our balcony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sm3P2qlzRgI/AAAAAAAAAnE/axOoU-hvRxI/s1600-h/hawk,mayabday,disney,olympics+162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363171269320852994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sm3P2qlzRgI/AAAAAAAAAnE/axOoU-hvRxI/s320/hawk,mayabday,disney,olympics+162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;We needed cookies and milk to watch the fireworks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ended&lt;/span&gt; up winning $1500!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; it was not real money, and we ended up not winning any of the raffles! It was worth the experience though. And our next trip will be to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas (just kidding).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sm3P2PuOs1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/s4CTiMO2ld8/s1600-h/hawk,mayabday,disney,olympics+161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363171262108447570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sm3P2PuOs1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/s4CTiMO2ld8/s320/hawk,mayabday,disney,olympics+161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The casino room, we told Kaylee the sign said, "no kids aloud," good thing she can't read. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, our next trip is in a couple of days to Vancouver, BC. Thank goodness we already have the kids passports! I don't think I had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;passport&lt;/span&gt; till I went to college, Charlie is not even 1 1/2 and this will be his second stamp in his passport! We are attending the Firefighter World Olympics, and it is supposed to be amazing. The city has raised $3 million dollars, and various other donations, to throw this 10 day shin-dig! There is something like 10,000 athletes competing (which is bringing a huge amount of money back to the city). It is also where the actual Winter Olympics is going to be, so they are seeing this as a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mini &lt;/span&gt;trial run. It should be a good time! GO USA SOCCER!&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/6653206817791499945-2584744928016182984?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2584744928016182984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=2584744928016182984' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2584744928016182984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2584744928016182984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/07/firefigher-olympics.html' title='Firefigher Olympics!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sm3P27dyJ9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/zMp6y0HYyzo/s72-c/hawk,mayabday,disney,olympics+185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-3911402745923956501</id><published>2009-07-21T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:00:40.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am obsessed...</title><content type='html'>with red and aqua! I can't get enough of this combination, particularly red polka dots...LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my latest bathing suit. I have a few more in stock, just e-mail me if you are interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmUtAseQVmI/AAAAAAAAAls/eqm3P8Yi0xs/s1600-h/tedandmandy,cushions,redpolkadotbikini+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360740421415753314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmUtAseQVmI/AAAAAAAAAls/eqm3P8Yi0xs/s400/tedandmandy,cushions,redpolkadotbikini+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmUtAUu7atI/AAAAAAAAAlk/MiXY78FxHck/s1600-h/tedandmandy,cushions,redpolkadotbikini+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360740415043234514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmUtAUu7atI/AAAAAAAAAlk/MiXY78FxHck/s400/tedandmandy,cushions,redpolkadotbikini+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmUs_5xqEFI/AAAAAAAAAlc/0DLHyEZwuWs/s1600-h/tedandmandy,cushions,redpolkadotbikini+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmUs_R7eSCI/AAAAAAAAAlU/uCgIU7PQzSc/s1600-h/tedandmandy,cushions,redpolkadotbikini+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360740397110675490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmUs_R7eSCI/AAAAAAAAAlU/uCgIU7PQzSc/s400/tedandmandy,cushions,redpolkadotbikini+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmUs--dWRwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/K-ADB1b7SbI/s1600-h/tedandmandy,cushions,redpolkadotbikini+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360740391884048130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmUs--dWRwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/K-ADB1b7SbI/s400/tedandmandy,cushions,redpolkadotbikini+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***For all those that have been asking about the things you see on my blog, I should be opening my etsy store back up at the end of August (if I have anything left?). If you see anything you like and want to know if I have the size you need, just send me an e-mail. For private orders I am already booked through September, thanks***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-3911402745923956501?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3911402745923956501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=3911402745923956501' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3911402745923956501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3911402745923956501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-obsessed.html' title='I am obsessed...'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmUtAseQVmI/AAAAAAAAAls/eqm3P8Yi0xs/s72-c/tedandmandy,cushions,redpolkadotbikini+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-8824830573834097379</id><published>2009-07-20T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:11:46.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower the bride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend, I attended my girlfriend Adrienne's wedding shower. Jen opened up her BEAUTIFUL home to us, and threw an excellent party! The food was fabulous, drinks were great, and the bride-to-be was glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVByH_wm0I/AAAAAAAAAmU/eGGA9pw_EPQ/s1600-h/adriennedrinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360763260850182978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVByH_wm0I/AAAAAAAAAmU/eGGA9pw_EPQ/s320/adriennedrinks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who can resist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVBx6CTJHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/YjfrWypoNM8/s1600-h/adriennecupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360763257102738546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVBx6CTJHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/YjfrWypoNM8/s320/adriennecupcakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things about this shower, was the bride. Adrienne has been my friend for a LONG time, and she is just so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and fun, you can't help but to laugh with her. Obviously, others feel the same way, because the presents she received were not the ordinary presents. They were SO MUCH COOLER.&lt;br /&gt;The groom loves the Cowboys...so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;luckily&lt;/span&gt; her cousin found this fancy mat in none other than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SKYMALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; magazine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVBxS7wrWI/AAAAAAAAAmE/zq_ehs3Cihw/s1600-h/adriennecowboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360763246606331234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVBxS7wrWI/AAAAAAAAAmE/zq_ehs3Cihw/s320/adriennecowboys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see "AC/DC" on the towel? The couples &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;initials&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVBwm8WVQI/AAAAAAAAAl0/3FwdmXWY5Nc/s1600-h/adrienneacdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360763234797638914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVBwm8WVQI/AAAAAAAAAl0/3FwdmXWY5Nc/s320/adrienneacdc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"one hot tomato"...too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVDdQWkQeI/AAAAAAAAAmc/BB33fsZpJmc/s1600-h/adrienneonehottomato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360765101339328994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVDdQWkQeI/AAAAAAAAAmc/BB33fsZpJmc/s320/adrienneonehottomato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVBw5cNtAI/AAAAAAAAAl8/jVogOvIFNL8/s1600-h/adrienneallgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360763239763129346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVBw5cNtAI/AAAAAAAAAl8/jVogOvIFNL8/s320/adrienneallgirls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an especially cute baby too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVDfm_JtuI/AAAAAAAAAms/tCkOQuL4js0/s1600-h/adriennecutebaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360765141774874338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVDfm_JtuI/AAAAAAAAAms/tCkOQuL4js0/s320/adriennecutebaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of my favorite things about the day...Kyle kept the kids in San Diego for the weekend, and I got to play with the girls. That night we had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; party at Adrienne's! It was so fun to drink some wine and have girl talk. Just a little warm up for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bachelorette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which is still a secret!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVDdoj5duI/AAAAAAAAAmk/MVWqo58G05c/s1600-h/adriennegirlsnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360765107837695714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVDdoj5duI/AAAAAAAAAmk/MVWqo58G05c/s320/adriennegirlsnight.jpg" /&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/6653206817791499945-8824830573834097379?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8824830573834097379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=8824830573834097379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/8824830573834097379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/8824830573834097379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/07/shower-bride.html' title='Shower the bride!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmVByH_wm0I/AAAAAAAAAmU/eGGA9pw_EPQ/s72-c/adriennedrinks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-3026264938342239286</id><published>2009-07-19T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:04:04.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmQPRknMsWI/AAAAAAAAAkc/LQxq-Y7HZCQ/s1600-h/hola!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360426251038011746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmQPRknMsWI/AAAAAAAAAkc/LQxq-Y7HZCQ/s400/hola!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hola&lt;/span&gt; my friends! We are back in San Diego after a week up in L.A. for a bridal shower and then the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;firefighters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt; (I will post pictures throughout the week). It is just a week home and then we leave again (this summer has been non-stop, but I wouldn't have it any other way)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons to catch up on, but first, I didn't want to miss out on wishing the little cutie pie, Maya &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rayray&lt;/span&gt; a very Happy Birthday! The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rayray's&lt;/span&gt; are good friends of ours and we raced home Friday afternoon just to be there on Saturday. I am so glad we did too, because the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rayray's&lt;/span&gt; know how to party! There was a bounce house, a man making the best tacos EVER, face-painting, animal balloons, a pinata, and of course the famous cupcakes, we have all come to love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360420343750621426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmQJ5uQIePI/AAAAAAAAAkM/UkCnLmaIKN8/s400/alittlehelpfrombigsis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360420302174053570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmQJ3TXgZMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/W6Z-jBgoPR4/s400/closeupofmaya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360426272064337346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmQPSy8Q9cI/AAAAAAAAAk0/lxpLj0Pixj0/s400/KandG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tutumonkey.blogspot.com"&gt;Tutumonkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I teamed up together and made Maya's little birthday outfit! It was so cute, that her older sister needed one too! And heck, mom couldn't be tutu-less. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360420323373908402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmQJ4iV8gbI/AAAAAAAAAj8/EXo60SKsaaw/s400/cutiepiemaya2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360420310498751330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmQJ3yYRM2I/AAAAAAAAAj0/J4UfVCiD0Dg/s400/cutiepiemaya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmQSnV1D_4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/YCsIX0WXCxM/s1600-h/hawk,mayabday,disney,olympics+303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360429923561635714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmQSnV1D_4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/YCsIX0WXCxM/s400/hawk,mayabday,disney,olympics+303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmQSnpr-JuI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ttA535qKgc4/s1600-h/momandmaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360429928892212962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmQSnpr-JuI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ttA535qKgc4/s400/momandmaya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Felicitas&lt;/span&gt; (Maya's mom) is also expecting baby number 3. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!! And, she told everyone that day by wearing a shirt that said "soon to be mama of three." (except for me...the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of owning an embroidery machine:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360426243608501202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmQPRI73W9I/AAAAAAAAAkU/kyCVjrGxKWs/s400/raraygirls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the good time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-3026264938342239286?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3026264938342239286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=3026264938342239286' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3026264938342239286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3026264938342239286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/07/hola.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SmQPRknMsWI/AAAAAAAAAkc/LQxq-Y7HZCQ/s72-c/hola!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-5530268943212404831</id><published>2009-07-05T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:27:11.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy Bears, parades, concert in the park, and fireworks...oh my!</title><content type='html'>This fourth of July weekend started with one of Kaylee's "best friends" birthday parties. The theme was "teddy bear tea" which I just thought was so cute! All the girls brought their teddy bears all dressed up to play games and eat cupcakes together. I made a little outfit for Kaylee's bear with the left over fabric from her fourth of july outfit, and Kaylee got a real kick out of matching. Of course, when I finished, Kaylee asked if I could next make them matching Mulan dresses (Kaylee's favorite princess right now, although Mulan is not a princess, I don't have the heart to tell her that). I just said sure! I am really going to have to search for a pattern for that one&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355200933202555154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SlF-4Cxg8RI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ycOeb4dlBFI/s320/fairdancing,4thofjuly%2709+070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355200928122689378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SlF-3v2YV2I/AAAAAAAAAjI/DnMYFW1DyE8/s320/fairdancing,4thofjuly%2709+075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the fourth, we went down to Coronodo for their big parade, and followed that with a concert in the park. It was so fun hanging out with friends. It was a long day, and I thought for sure Kaylee wouldn't last to see the fireworks. She took a quick nap in the car on the way home though, and that did the trick.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355200920232587522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SlF-3SdO8QI/AAAAAAAAAjA/UF3W5P0dGRA/s320/paradewfriends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355200915423636530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SlF-3AisLDI/AAAAAAAAAi4/QlBIlZeNTMc/s320/kayleeatparade.jpg" /&gt;Charlie pretty much slept through the parade and had to go down for bed before fireworks, so we couldn't walk down to the bay like we normally do. Instead, we got some blankets and went up on the roof. Apparently we weren't the only ones with that idea. The neighbors were up there too, and it was so fun to meet up on the roof tops and ohh and ahh over the fireworks together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee was astonished! She liked the fireworks, but she LOVED being up on the roof the most. She tried to convince us to stay up there all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the kids to the park this evening, and when we got home she asked if we could go up on the roof and watch the fireworks again. I kindly explained that they only come once a year, worried she would get upset. She just shrugged her shoulders and said, "oh, okay, maybe tomorrow night?" Well, I'll keep it at that for now.... hope you had a happy fourth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355208705149100498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SlGF8bh94dI/AAAAAAAAAjY/HasXtD0hW1o/s320/kyleandkayleeonroof.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355208711615182642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SlGF8znmdzI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Wp1Hi7ycxUg/s320/momandkaylee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-5530268943212404831?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5530268943212404831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=5530268943212404831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5530268943212404831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5530268943212404831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/07/teddy-bears-parades-concert-in-park-and.html' title='Teddy Bears, parades, concert in the park, and fireworks...oh my!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SlF-4Cxg8RI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ycOeb4dlBFI/s72-c/fairdancing,4thofjuly%2709+070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-5811648957745780738</id><published>2009-06-29T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:28:32.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Skj5gptJTpI/AAAAAAAAAig/uPNHBVcNNME/s1600-h/favoritethingsswap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352802496476171922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Skj5gptJTpI/AAAAAAAAAig/uPNHBVcNNME/s320/favoritethingsswap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.according-to-kelly.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt; is having her annual Favorite Things Swap! This is my first time participating, and I can't wait! I am always inspired by fun, creative people that I meet through blogging, and Kelly is certainly one of those people. I love this idea she came up with, and can't wait to put together my package for a new friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-5811648957745780738?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5811648957745780738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=5811648957745780738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5811648957745780738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5811648957745780738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things....'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Skj5gptJTpI/AAAAAAAAAig/uPNHBVcNNME/s72-c/favoritethingsswap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-4184475126067676651</id><published>2009-06-24T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:14:12.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you do yesterday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350912300257267682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SkJCYwEaT-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/Z1LOFIR2-OE/s320/rainbowfiaryparty.jpg" /&gt;We went to a Rainbow Fairy Basketball Birthday Party... BEAT THAT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-4184475126067676651?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4184475126067676651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=4184475126067676651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4184475126067676651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4184475126067676651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-did-you-do-yesterday.html' title='What did you do yesterday?'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SkJCYwEaT-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/Z1LOFIR2-OE/s72-c/rainbowfiaryparty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-5698288170494551789</id><published>2009-06-23T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:58:07.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350676282187471250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SkFrusPkWZI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/AHN-FQE6iHw/s320/fathersdaybridalshowersoccerbirthday+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Father's Day, Kyle wanted to do nothing special. This was something I could plan no problem... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast, beach, 3 hour nap for Charlie and Dad, dinner, cake and bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7f380bca696c9ea1" 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://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7f380bca696c9ea1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331766780%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59DA89D227C3A958F2AB82FBADB8747B14895523.17ED697350FF96D859B2ED6A7BCA8ABDB7D7B819%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7f380bca696c9ea1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMH96-Yv212hC-afSbcGDfoLGOM8&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://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7f380bca696c9ea1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331766780%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59DA89D227C3A958F2AB82FBADB8747B14895523.17ED697350FF96D859B2ED6A7BCA8ABDB7D7B819%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7f380bca696c9ea1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMH96-Yv212hC-afSbcGDfoLGOM8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He ended up saying it was one of the best days he has ever had...score one for mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-5698288170494551789?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7f380bca696c9ea1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5698288170494551789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=5698288170494551789' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5698288170494551789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5698288170494551789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SkFrusPkWZI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/AHN-FQE6iHw/s72-c/fathersdaybridalshowersoccerbirthday+061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-9076245723776171561</id><published>2009-06-07T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:21:02.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This little piggy boogied all the way home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After selling at a FOCUS boutique all day, I went home and we were off to dinner and a retcial for Kaylee. I thought at first the dress was horrible, but I must admit when all the little girls got together in these bright pink dresses, you couldn't help but smile the whole time! Here are few pictures, the video doesn't seem to want to upload, so I placed it on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjDnY3xtjHE"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344697648251240610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SiwuMZPhgKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/BXTGyPXHmbw/s320/kaylee%27s+dance+performance+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SiwnG9zRGeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/6h6IJyMVwZY/s1600-h/kaylee%27s+dance+performance+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344689858404227554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SiwnG9zRGeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/6h6IJyMVwZY/s320/kaylee%27s+dance+performance+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SiwopEf3mvI/AAAAAAAAAiA/iJOG6wAKM9A/s1600-h/kaylee%27s+dance+performance+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344691543829093106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SiwopEf3mvI/AAAAAAAAAiA/iJOG6wAKM9A/s320/kaylee%27s+dance+performance+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-9076245723776171561?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/9076245723776171561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=9076245723776171561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/9076245723776171561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/9076245723776171561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-little-piggy-boogied-all-way-home.html' title='This little piggy boogied all the way home...'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SiwuMZPhgKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/BXTGyPXHmbw/s72-c/kaylee%27s+dance+performance+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-3981393603136016945</id><published>2009-06-03T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:44:29.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Lifeguard Nut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SidWxCj86eI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SAxkW0RB7MM/s1600-h/bathing+suit,+la+jolla+217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343334883399625186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SidWxCj86eI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SAxkW0RB7MM/s400/bathing+suit,+la+jolla+217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are finally done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343333179005702578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SidVN1MxkbI/AAAAAAAAAgo/6C3ILv8-ur0/s400/bathing+suit,+la+jolla+160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After a long journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new line of swim suits for the summer are ready, and here is a sneak peek of one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343334891379192546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SidWxgSbcuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/7GLLjt08Wfw/s400/kayleeinwater.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343334891180294946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SidWxfjAgyI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eg2JnQ9HdFk/s400/bathing+suit,+la+jolla+234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;More to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-3981393603136016945?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3981393603136016945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=3981393603136016945' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3981393603136016945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3981393603136016945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-lifeguard-nut.html' title='No Lifeguard Nut!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SidWxCj86eI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SAxkW0RB7MM/s72-c/bathing+suit,+la+jolla+217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-2469984658151848511</id><published>2009-05-26T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:33:20.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin’</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ShyjmNpz_uI/AAAAAAAAAgI/SjuFB-i0yC4/s1600-h/thefamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340323135049957090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ShyjmNpz_uI/AAAAAAAAAgI/SjuFB-i0yC4/s400/thefamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is right! Summer is here…YAHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night, the Coronado summer concerts in the park started, and we enjoyed a night of cocktails, picnicking, and a whole lot of dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie was all over the place, but stopped every once in a while to eat some more food. Next concert I am apparently going to have to bring a 5 course meal for Charlie….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ShykOylf7TI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/-qtd-JJgRxA/s1600-h/picnic,concert,eddyandcarly+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340323832158743858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ShykOylf7TI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/-qtd-JJgRxA/s400/picnic,concert,eddyandcarly+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee cared mostly about dancing with her good friend Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ShyjCBCs-_I/AAAAAAAAAf4/_SkqIeRBh_Y/s1600-h/closeupkayleeandsarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340322513189403634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ShyjCBCs-_I/AAAAAAAAAf4/_SkqIeRBh_Y/s400/closeupkayleeandsarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and I enjoyed the night with some wine and chatting with some good friends, followed with chasing Charlie around. Our little bruiser met lots of new “friends” as he waddled around everyone’s picnic blankets.&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to many more summer concerts this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day, we got to see our good friends from up North. Kaylee and Charlie loved visiting with them, and Kaylee is still gleaming over the lip gloss Carly gave her.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Shyiok5OswI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7loG7_fbEt4/s1600-h/carlyeddyandkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340322076136747778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Shyiok5OswI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7loG7_fbEt4/s400/carlyeddyandkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Carly…not sure, but my daughter may have eaten half of the tube by now, or snorted it, she has gotten it dangerously close to her nose a few times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ShyjCUDA-II/AAAAAAAAAgA/C9KWRW3C9_0/s1600-h/kayllewlipgloss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340322518290987138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ShyjCUDA-II/AAAAAAAAAgA/C9KWRW3C9_0/s400/kayllewlipgloss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-2469984658151848511?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2469984658151848511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=2469984658151848511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2469984658151848511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2469984658151848511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer Lovin’'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ShyjmNpz_uI/AAAAAAAAAgI/SjuFB-i0yC4/s72-c/thefamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-2689505128550498697</id><published>2009-05-18T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:02:44.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching activities at home.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixing colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>"I MADE ORANGE!!!!"</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I used to be a pre-school teacher (I know, poor kids right!) Well, my favorite thing to do was come up with new activities that taught the children lessons, but were fun and new. As summer break is almost here, and Kaylee will be at home, I wanted to begin working/playing with her. I thought as I do new things, I would share them with you, to give you ideas on what you can do at home to get your child ready for preschool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Colors;&lt;br /&gt;Things you need: plastic cups, food coloring (red, yellow, and blue), water, dropper, and ice tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the larger cups and placed some water with a little food coloring (note, that red and blue have much more pigment than yellow, so you may want to make those a little lighter). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then gave Kaylee an ice cube tray and the dropper (using the dropper is also great for small motor skills practice). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ShGFM8vkCcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/aYvTkUfcZZA/s1600-h/romansbday,makingcolors+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ShGFM8vkCcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/aYvTkUfcZZA/s400/romansbday,makingcolors+109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337193490921294274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started by doing the first one, and showing her how I mix two colors together and get a new one. I think it is best to say only mix two colors at first. Otherwise your child may end up with a lot of brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first let your child just explore the the mixing on their own. If the activity becomes boring over time, you can then create a chart. For smaller kids I would color say blue with a "plus sign" then color yellow, "equals sign" and then they color in what they get. For older kids they can make their own chart as they experiment. Below, I just gave Kaylee a piece of paper and let her play around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ShGFNBO5KpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ASX3m77DWfU/s1600-h/romansbday,makingcolors+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ShGFNBO5KpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ASX3m77DWfU/s400/romansbday,makingcolors+112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337193492126444178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson introduces early science, and practices fine motor skills. Happy coloring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-2689505128550498697?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2689505128550498697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=2689505128550498697' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2689505128550498697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2689505128550498697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-made-orange.html' title='&quot;I MADE ORANGE!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ShGFM8vkCcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/aYvTkUfcZZA/s72-c/romansbday,makingcolors+109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-566405395006579750</id><published>2009-05-14T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:43:51.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it forward...feeling inspired!</title><content type='html'>My mom has inspired me many times in my lifetime, and tonight, in a simple conversation, she has inspired me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom owns and runs and pre-school, and has for over 30 years. Often it is the case that she gets parents who come in and think their children are brilliant, only to find out that they are simply average, at best (which is not a bad a thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was explaining tonight that she has one child at her school currently, that truly is brilliant. He can already scan read things like the newspaper, or directions to a game (a skill way beyond 4 year old level). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he approaches kindergarten, his parents, who can't afford private education, have not expected anything more than for their child to go to the local public school, which is, well, not great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, knowing that this brilliant child would only get swallowed with the sub-par education system, was determined to get him in the best school possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first there was talk about maybe making up stories about him living in a different zip code, and other sorts of things, but it just didn't seem right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my mom came to the decision to just call the best school in the district and see... after explaining that she has been in the industry for more than 30 years, has dedicated her life to the education of children, and that this particular child deserved more than to be lost in our system, the school responded with, "the best we can do is put him on a wait list, and call the parents if there is an opening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before hanging up the phone, my mom said, "okay, but make sure to put a star by his name, because when they do call him in, and he blows you way, I want you to remember I told you so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not 5 minutes later the family got a phone call. It turns out that the school gets more funding for "extraordinary" students, and they wanted to bring their child in for testing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even writing this, it brings a tear to my eye. If ever a person did this for one of my children I would be eternally grateful. I know my mom re-wrote that child's story, and that is incredible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father had called my mom later that day, to say thank you, and that he had decided a few days earlier to just leave the answer to God and pray for the best. My mom found this to be the most outstanding part; since she is way to modest to have called a school and made such bold claims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess god works in mysterious ways. And, I am now inspired to go out of my way to help someone else. I don't know when the time will present itself, but I am ready for when it does. I hope you are inspired as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-566405395006579750?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/566405395006579750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=566405395006579750' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/566405395006579750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/566405395006579750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/05/pay-it-forwardfeeling-inspired.html' title='Pay it forward...feeling inspired!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-5799798880805364089</id><published>2009-05-12T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:42:32.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh Mama!</title><content type='html'>I had a nice Mother's Day on Sunday. It was a beautiful day; sunny but not too hot. Mr. Smith and I walked down to the bay with the kids in tow. We had breakfast at Sea Port village, and actually saw a friend there. Karie and Tatianna were sitting behind us, and we had no clue, until Kaylee said, "hey, Tatianna's over there." The funny thing, is that when I got home and looked at my pictures, Karie was in the background, and I had no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sgm_4rJ07CI/AAAAAAAAAfI/IzJXs4bl9-w/s1600-h/momsdaykarie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sgm_4rJ07CI/AAAAAAAAAfI/IzJXs4bl9-w/s400/momsdaykarie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335006213974584354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking back we watched a few planes in the red bull races. We walked down the day before to watch them as well. It is pretty amazing what those planes and pilots can do. It may be morbid, but I think I was so compelled to watch because I kept thinking they would crash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went over to Coronodo and played on the beach, where Kaylee found a hill that she ran down so many times, she could barely walk back to the car. We then had some dinner in town.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finally, when we got home, I laid in bed and watched the lifetime "Mother's Day" movies, while my husband bathed and put the kids to bed. He then went and got ice cream for the two of us. It was a pretty good day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgnBFroyo6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/2glV_UdQRl0/s1600-h/smallkayleeonbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgnBFroyo6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/2glV_UdQRl0/s400/smallkayleeonbeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335007536954385314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgnBFUe7yYI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/EvPqkK3KQF4/s1600-h/momandcharlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgnBFUe7yYI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/EvPqkK3KQF4/s400/momandcharlie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335007530739026306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-5799798880805364089?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5799798880805364089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=5799798880805364089' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5799798880805364089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5799798880805364089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohh-mama.html' title='Ohh Mama!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sgm_4rJ07CI/AAAAAAAAAfI/IzJXs4bl9-w/s72-c/momsdaykarie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7235138161601111948</id><published>2009-05-08T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:17:45.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party like a Tutumonkey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgSuK8dckBI/AAAAAAAAAfA/gAYI840fbKw/s1600-h/sarahdanceparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgSuK8dckBI/AAAAAAAAAfA/gAYI840fbKw/s400/sarahdanceparty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333579361765068818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is just what we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgSt59FVJ7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/DHrcdzck92Y/s1600-h/dancingkaylee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgSt59FVJ7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/DHrcdzck92Y/s400/dancingkaylee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333579069874579378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just celebrated our &lt;a href="http://www.tutumonkey.blogspot.com"&gt;good friends&lt;/a&gt; third birthday, and Kaylee (re-inventing the 80's), had a blast. Happy Birthday Sarah, and thanks for including us in the party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7235138161601111948?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7235138161601111948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7235138161601111948' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7235138161601111948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7235138161601111948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/05/party-like-tutumonkey.html' title='Party like a Tutumonkey!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgSuK8dckBI/AAAAAAAAAfA/gAYI840fbKw/s72-c/sarahdanceparty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-5401087303866563736</id><published>2009-05-08T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:06:29.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgSptHITB9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Q06ReJRYo9k/s1600-h/solanobeachbandd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgSptHITB9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Q06ReJRYo9k/s400/solanobeachbandd2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333574451186567122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Uncle Brian and Aunt Danielle came to visit and were craving to get out to the beach, a request the kids were happy to meet. They couldn't believe the warm weather in San Diego, and I have to admit it is pretty remarkable. After living here, I don't know if I could live anywhere else, we are truely spoiled, with sunny days, and beautiful beaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgSsHB6yhbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/gjTpwntIYqk/s1600-h/BrianandCharlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgSsHB6yhbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/gjTpwntIYqk/s200/BrianandCharlie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333577095487587762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgSstwocUcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/QLPXusdPtTE/s1600-h/DSC_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgSstwocUcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/QLPXusdPtTE/s200/DSC_0416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333577760862130626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-5401087303866563736?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5401087303866563736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=5401087303866563736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5401087303866563736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5401087303866563736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/05/enjoying-san-diego.html' title='Enjoying San Diego'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SgSptHITB9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Q06ReJRYo9k/s72-c/solanobeachbandd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7660025251158444141</id><published>2009-05-04T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:54:14.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little guy is ONE!</title><content type='html'>Where has the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;My little guy went from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf9LCPWUGiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/g3TAHFrG8AU/s1600-h/Charlie+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf9LCPWUGiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/g3TAHFrG8AU/s320/Charlie+035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332062985681902114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf9ifbHvklI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_RQazVO3LtM/s1600-h/IMG_3573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf9ifbHvklI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_RQazVO3LtM/s400/IMG_3573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332088775825658450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It was like a blink of an eye, and then there we were celebrating his 1st birthday. Thanks to everyone who came and helped us celebrate, particularly Will and Felicitas, who kept the entertainment going even after Elmo left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf9jurlvBZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/RQ_SmKQJ7KA/s1600-h/Charlie+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf9jurlvBZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/RQ_SmKQJ7KA/s400/Charlie+084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332090137456084370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7660025251158444141?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7660025251158444141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7660025251158444141' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7660025251158444141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7660025251158444141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-little-guy-is-one.html' title='My little guy is ONE!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf9LCPWUGiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/g3TAHFrG8AU/s72-c/Charlie+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-2096887906390771147</id><published>2009-05-04T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:44:35.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter, Easter, Easter!!!</title><content type='html'>As my good friend Stacia wrote (at Easter time), when you have kids, the best part is you get to celebrate holidays many times. Well, Easter for us was a three week event, and I still have all the plastic eggs, that I keep finding all around the house, to prove it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8FSgNKAFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/a-IFrn3JwiM/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8FSgNKAFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/a-IFrn3JwiM/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331986299270856786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8GJKEi1DI/AAAAAAAAAcY/JU9TjbaFKXo/s1600-h/DSC_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8GJKEi1DI/AAAAAAAAAcY/JU9TjbaFKXo/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331987238221960242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8G_ZHZHHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/cQ3hIOtNiJ4/s1600-h/DSC_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8G_ZHZHHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/cQ3hIOtNiJ4/s320/DSC_0235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331988169973374066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fabulous Mom's Easter Party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8Jags20EI/AAAAAAAAAc4/cVyFvGtIkPA/s1600-h/dancing+fun+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8Jags20EI/AAAAAAAAAc4/cVyFvGtIkPA/s320/dancing+fun+061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331990834889281602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8Ja1ZWaGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/_zHHskI2aVk/s1600-h/dancing+fun+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8Ja1ZWaGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/_zHHskI2aVk/s320/dancing+fun+097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331990840444610658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8JZ2rMulI/AAAAAAAAAco/mEcpF60h_v8/s1600-h/dancing+fun+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8JZ2rMulI/AAAAAAAAAco/mEcpF60h_v8/s320/dancing+fun+050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331990823608040018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firefighters Easter Egg Hunt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8LuCyuJlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-MAggGSB_hY/s1600-h/dancing+fun+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8LuCyuJlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-MAggGSB_hY/s320/dancing+fun+103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331993369481455186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8LtwzbXuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-4uJUgcCu_w/s1600-h/dancing+fun+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8LtwzbXuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-4uJUgcCu_w/s320/dancing+fun+102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331993364652580578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easter morning at our house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8MdSQ9pMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/x6EOOmthgsg/s1600-h/dancing+fun+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8MdSQ9pMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/x6EOOmthgsg/s320/dancing+fun+123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331994181088683202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easter at Nana's (Charlie had enough and was fast asleep!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-2096887906390771147?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2096887906390771147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=2096887906390771147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2096887906390771147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2096887906390771147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/05/easter-easter-easter.html' title='Easter, Easter, Easter!!!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sf8FSgNKAFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/a-IFrn3JwiM/s72-c/DSC_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-2546623000696510058</id><published>2009-04-23T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:40:01.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like to introduce "Bloume Baby"</title><content type='html'>I just got an e-mail that &lt;a href="http://www.bloumebaby.com/"&gt;Bloume baby&lt;/a&gt; has been launched, and they are going to be featured in &lt;a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/news/pregnant-heidi-klum-im-hoping-for-a-girl-2009214"&gt;US Weekly Magazine&lt;/a&gt;, in a photo-shoot with the Firestone's new baby. It is very exciting news as Bloume baby is the new and up-in-coming all natural and organic boutique online. How do I know all this, Charlie was one of the models! I was sitting on this news for a while, waiting for the launch, and it is now here! Go check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-2546623000696510058?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2546623000696510058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=2546623000696510058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2546623000696510058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2546623000696510058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-would-like-to-introduce-bloume-baby.html' title='I would like to introduce &quot;Bloume Baby&quot;'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-2323665977621124164</id><published>2009-04-20T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:36:18.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do this every week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Se0gxv2-46I/AAAAAAAAAcI/o9neP_eVRF4/s1600-h/DSC_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Se0gxv2-46I/AAAAAAAAAcI/o9neP_eVRF4/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326949973281924002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat on vacation drinking my pina colada by the pool, watching the kids play. I thought life can't get much better than this. I wanted to stand up and take photos of the kids, but I also didn't want that relaxing moment to go away, and then I thought of Dana. &lt;br /&gt;You see, my girlfriend Dana has a small foot fetish, and enjoys pictures of feet and has been known to take a few of her own from time to time. I couldn't pass up the moment... &lt;br /&gt;Good thing to, because about a second later, a rather cute, soaking wet baby came waddling over, and snagged the strawberry right off the top of the cup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-2323665977621124164?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2323665977621124164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=2323665977621124164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2323665977621124164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/2323665977621124164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-can-do-this-every-week.html' title='I can do this every week!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Se0gxv2-46I/AAAAAAAAAcI/o9neP_eVRF4/s72-c/DSC_0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-8010399024719020566</id><published>2009-03-18T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:16:25.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week of Fun!</title><content type='html'>These last few days have been filled with a whole bunch of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the week with a playdate with friends.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we watched Daddy march in the St. Patty's Day parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ScEmd9e1JeI/AAAAAAAAAaY/VbDD6i45p9Y/s1600-h/momdadkaylee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ScEmd9e1JeI/AAAAAAAAAaY/VbDD6i45p9Y/s400/momdadkaylee.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314571331435832802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had a visit with Nana and Papa to help celebrate Nana's birthday. It was so fun going to the Torrey Pines hotel for swimming and great food, K had the whole pool to herself except when Papa and Mr. Giggles decided to come in. Happy Birthday Mom, love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-8010399024719020566?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8010399024719020566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=8010399024719020566' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/8010399024719020566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/8010399024719020566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='A Week of Fun!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ScEmd9e1JeI/AAAAAAAAAaY/VbDD6i45p9Y/s72-c/momdadkaylee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-8990504575338393696</id><published>2009-03-13T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:10:29.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll give you a million dollars if....</title><content type='html'>You can find a dress that fits 5 different woman, with 5 different body types, and still looks amazing!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SbsCVkFTJdI/AAAAAAAAAZg/MrWS6jBd0To/s1600-h/misc.skirtsrpingdress+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SbsCVkFTJdI/AAAAAAAAAZg/MrWS6jBd0To/s400/misc.skirtsrpingdress+055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312842754900043218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search is on...&lt;br /&gt;I am in my girlfriends wedding in October, and a couple of weekends ago, a group of us had a "girls day" and went looking for dresses. We did find potential out there, it seemed the simplier the better, but what a task! It is almost impossible, so to help in the effort I am going to lose 10 lbs and get a breast lift, tummy tuck, and botox. I am taking donations now.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SbsCWV9UxBI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xGLeEuJyGGE/s1600-h/misc.skirtsrpingdress+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SbsCWV9UxBI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xGLeEuJyGGE/s400/misc.skirtsrpingdress+056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312842768288367634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;em&gt; My girlfriend and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SbsCV-B2TmI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9t8jf753M2U/s1600-h/misc.skirtsrpingdress+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SbsCV-B2TmI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9t8jf753M2U/s400/misc.skirtsrpingdress+059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312842761864892002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;em&gt; Some of the wedding party and friends&lt;br /&gt;                              notice the height difference!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-8990504575338393696?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8990504575338393696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=8990504575338393696' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/8990504575338393696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/8990504575338393696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-give-you-million-dollars-if.html' title='I&apos;ll give you a million dollars if....'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SbsCVkFTJdI/AAAAAAAAAZg/MrWS6jBd0To/s72-c/misc.skirtsrpingdress+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-6633729456516056545</id><published>2009-03-03T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:21:04.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sa18NlxU6VI/AAAAAAAAAZA/K2JQtjGwi_c/s1600-h/kayleespringdress1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sa18NlxU6VI/AAAAAAAAAZA/K2JQtjGwi_c/s400/kayleespringdress1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309036108658829650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss K went to school this morning, and we just had to wear our new hair clip from &lt;a href="http://www.tutumonkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;tutumonkey&lt;/a&gt;. So, I threw on the new outfit I made, and we had a mini-photo shoot. Kaylee loved the clip so much, she said, "mom, I think we need to get some more of these in different colors....like purple (her new favorite color)." I agreed...Ohhh Dana!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sa18NzaitjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zc-Ur6UPtzE/s1600-h/kayleespringdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sa18NzaitjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zc-Ur6UPtzE/s400/kayleespringdress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309036112321361458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-6633729456516056545?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6633729456516056545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=6633729456516056545' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6633729456516056545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6633729456516056545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sa18NlxU6VI/AAAAAAAAAZA/K2JQtjGwi_c/s72-c/kayleespringdress1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-215392263184118262</id><published>2009-02-27T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:17:42.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This just ain't right!</title><content type='html'>So we had a mom's night out the other night, and as we sat around the table, we decided to have a little contest to see who could come up with the worst (as in gross, unique, odd) pictures/cases/ideas ever. I couldn't choose just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: This just ain't right...does this teach kids how to shave???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sai65yyFX4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/dJBBcws5zMA/s1600-h/hairybaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sai65yyFX4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/dJBBcws5zMA/s400/hairybaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307697662903279490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: This just ain't right...maybe this guy could have used the doll???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sai7MJ18njI/AAAAAAAAAYg/qhWPZCn8mIs/s1600-h/heartchesthair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sai7MJ18njI/AAAAAAAAAYg/qhWPZCn8mIs/s400/heartchesthair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307697978331143730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: This just ain't right...here is the reason you don't let your husband do the plumbing....I sure would hate to be the last person who used this toliet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sai7tr4nh2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/FV4LZULgUSg/s1600-h/ohhshit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sai7tr4nh2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/FV4LZULgUSg/s400/ohhshit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307698554404833122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: This just ain't right...his boobs are bigger than mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sai8HfYQvZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/oxSCIclawJU/s1600-h/manboobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sai8HfYQvZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/oxSCIclawJU/s400/manboobs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307698997724495250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: This just ain't right...you can get rejected from an online dating service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SajFJ433YBI/AAAAAAAAAY4/I-tpMsflmkU/s1600-h/eharmony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SajFJ433YBI/AAAAAAAAAY4/I-tpMsflmkU/s400/eharmony.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307708934532325394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to what my girlfriends find out there... &lt;a href="http://alliegatorfables.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ktatianna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://barleyfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jack-land.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janis&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://caitynandsean.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tutumonkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dana&lt;/a&gt;(started this whole thing with her entry: "pain in the ass"), Suzanna (the judge), &lt;a href="http://thekbecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://keeperofthecheerios-griffin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;. Anyone else that couldn't make it can join! There is no really prize. Purely just bragging rights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-215392263184118262?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/215392263184118262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=215392263184118262' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/215392263184118262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/215392263184118262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-just-ain.html' title='This just ain&apos;t right!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/Sai65yyFX4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/dJBBcws5zMA/s72-c/hairybaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-1489919712737313296</id><published>2009-02-05T18:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:18:30.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to make a fleece no-sew blanket'/><title type='text'>A fun Valentine's Project - Making a no-sew throw.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYvMoBPEAGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/s4ZfnH6aeLg/s1600-h/claireblanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYvMoBPEAGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/s4ZfnH6aeLg/s400/claireblanket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299554374429966434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a client who likes to place an order every holiday for her grand-kids. For Valentine's Day she asked for fleece throws that were personalized. To be honest, I had no plan at all when she asked, but since I have an illness of not being able to say no, I just figured something out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Kaylee was driving me nuts wanting to help, so I finally gave in, and actually it turned out to be a lot of fun. I thought I would share the project since it takes no sewing skill (Amber and Stacia, this ones for you), and you might enjoy doing it with your kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first you need to buy the fabric. Most fleece fabrics come in 60in. wide bolts, you may just want to make sure of that before you get it cut. Decide on the size you want, and make sure you get enough for a front and back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cut your fabric to the size you want the blanket. Have two identical pieces. I used rectangles, but I did think it would have been cute to make a heart shaped throw too. Place your two pieces down flat in an area you can work in for a bit (the whole process will go much easier if you don't have to move. Make sure to place the wrong sides of fabric together, so the right side is facing the outside. Pin the fabrics together so they don't shift while you are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYvIrntuNhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/nMHUkEKPbkc/s1600-h/v-dayblanketsmorningglorytop+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYvIrntuNhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/nMHUkEKPbkc/s400/v-dayblanketsmorningglorytop+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299550038252205586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, with the two pieces on top of one another, cut the 4 corners. This is going to determine how big your trim is. Make sure you use a square template, so that your trim is the same length all the way around. I used a snack sized tuperware (don't get jealous of my superior sewing tools). You could even just make a square template out of paper and use that. I let Kaylee hold the tuperware in place as I cut out the squares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYvJQMvYuVI/AAAAAAAAAXc/YErV2aVAFXM/s1600-h/v-dayblanketsmorningglorytop+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYvJQMvYuVI/AAAAAAAAAXc/YErV2aVAFXM/s400/v-dayblanketsmorningglorytop+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299550666666588498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Now all the way around cut about 1 inch thick sized strips. I let Kaylee help with that too (well at least I let her think she was helping because her hands were on the sissors). I probably would have let her do some herself, but not ona blanket I was making for a client....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYvKzQyRxtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/u-4Y1kAJ4y0/s1600-h/v-dayblanketsmorningglorytop+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYvKzQyRxtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/u-4Y1kAJ4y0/s400/v-dayblanketsmorningglorytop+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299552368559507154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Just double knot the stips together, and you are done! (a little hint: don't make the knots too tight, becuase it will make the blanket look uneven). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYvLIQw90OI/AAAAAAAAAX0/fBOi1XM65w4/s1600-h/v-dayblanketsmorningglorytop+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYvLIQw90OI/AAAAAAAAAX0/fBOi1XM65w4/s400/v-dayblanketsmorningglorytop+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299552729331257570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck, let me know if any of you attempt it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-1489919712737313296?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1489919712737313296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=1489919712737313296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1489919712737313296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1489919712737313296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-valentines-project-making-no-sew.html' title='A fun Valentine&apos;s Project - Making a no-sew throw.'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYvMoBPEAGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/s4ZfnH6aeLg/s72-c/claireblanket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-347929503861369335</id><published>2009-02-03T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:11:09.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, New YOOOORRK! (you're lucky there is not sound on here)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYlBe4STnmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/DCKJqPEnVYM/s1600-h/NewYorketsy+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYlBe4STnmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/DCKJqPEnVYM/s400/NewYorketsy+060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298838435339148898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin with the sad news which is that Kyle's grandma passed away recently. She was a wonderful woman, who lived a long, fulfilled life, and will be greatly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silver lining is that we got to see the "East Coast" side of the family and I got a surprise trip to the city for a parents day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYk_Piy9mdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PihEaokGWA8/s1600-h/tedandcharlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYk_Piy9mdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PihEaokGWA8/s400/tedandcharlie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298835972849244626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so taboo to talk of funnerals like they were enjoyable, but I have to say, this was my best funneral yet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All kidding aside the funneral itself was not fun, of course. We (the kids and I) really only attended for support. The kids had no idea what was go on, and just wanted to play with their cousins the whole time. That part was fun. We rarely get to see that side of the family since it is so hard to get back East. It is always surprising to me, even at such a young age how family is just comfortable around family. Kaylee just played the whole time with the "big girls," and Charlie, well, he just got passed around and kissed and hugged and craddled (he loved it by the way). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYk_PRTbYrI/AAAAAAAAAWU/WdAGb9fpMXg/s1600-h/charlieandemma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYk_PRTbYrI/AAAAAAAAAWU/WdAGb9fpMXg/s400/charlieandemma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298835968153576114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we woke up, and Kyle said, let's go, we are going into the city. He had the whole day planned with the help of Tory (an ex-concierge) who knew everything there was to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYlAHdrHnQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/W7u63Xv8Two/s1600-h/kyleandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYlAHdrHnQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/W7u63Xv8Two/s400/kyleandi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298836933546843394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the train in (while it was snowing), very cool for Califonians, probably not that cool for New Yorkers. I really never have been to New York City, so I was just in awe. New York is the only city I know where everyone is still out and about walking the streets even late at night, when it is SNOWING! It is also the only city where you can see Elmo walking down the street, as if it is normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Kyle had some things planned; brunch at the Eatery (awesome), a dinner reservation off broadway, and why off broadway you ask....because he had two tickets to WICKED....AHHH...SCREAM. I was SO excited. I would have been happy just seeing it at the kids theater up the street, but on Broadway...so cool. Before that, we had time to waist and he asked me what I would like to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought, how could I put it so that I din't look totally pathetic (there really was no way)... "I want to see were all the celebrities live and work." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was so funny is that I kept feeling like I was going to see celebrities. At dinner I kept looking at this woman, and maybe tried to listen in on her conversation a few times...she just looked famous. Kyle kept getting annoyed, saying, "you're staring.." By the end of the night a woman came up and said she really enjoyed her performance. She was a broadway star! That is just so cool to me. I think it just takes so much more talent to do something like that compared to something on a screen. Not like I said anything, or did anything, except of course whiper across the table, "I told you so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the biggest thing was how different life was over there. I definitely want to go back and experience more. We'd like to take Kaylee to a show because she just  loves them, and when I brought her back the program from Wicked, she just thought it was the best gift EVER! So glad, because I felt bad that I just couldn't reason buying a $95 American Girl doll! I'm not exaggerating, $95! The whole shop was totally crowded and a bit scary. You could even dine with your doll. Of course we left feeling a bit ridiculous for even going in, and I turned to Kyle and said, "I must admit, I would have a good time making Kaylee and her doll matching outfits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we still have to tell Kaylee the story of Wicked before bed each night, so it must have been good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-347929503861369335?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/347929503861369335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=347929503861369335' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/347929503861369335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/347929503861369335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-york-new-yoooorrk-your-lucky-there.html' title='New York, New YOOOORRK! (you&apos;re lucky there is not sound on here)!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SYlBe4STnmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/DCKJqPEnVYM/s72-c/NewYorketsy+060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-6291998288861831828</id><published>2009-01-26T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:06:15.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you don't bring kids to weddings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4jMATJh-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/XmTpTeXlkxs/s1600-h/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4jMATJh-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/XmTpTeXlkxs/s400/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295708900980000738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***One funny story, I have to share***&lt;br /&gt;So as I wrote below, we went to Washington for a friends wedding in January. Kaylee decided from the start that the wedding was thrown for her. First was the parade (the wedding party procession). She decided that Kyle was getting married because he was part of the wedding party. Apparently a lot of people got married that day. Then came the reception. Kaylee danced from the moment we walked in (even though, it was not time to dance) to the moment we left. &lt;br /&gt;Well, an elderly man decides as a toast to the bride and groom, that he is going to sing a song he wrote to the couple. Kaylee, a little offended that someone is taking up space on her stage, comes and sits down with a puzzled look. This old fart can't have better moves than her. &lt;br /&gt;As the man begins to sing, Kaylee starts making faces, like "who invited this guy." The singing was actually not bad, but because we were right next to the speakers, it was loud. Kaylee, knowing how to solve the problem, simply takes her hands and covers her ears. &lt;br /&gt;Well, that may have made her feel better, but the man was standing right next to our table, as well as the bride and groom. Recognizing how rude this must look, I lowered Kaylee's hands and explained, that it was not nice. The next high note comes, and Kaylee throws up her hands again, and explains that it hurts her ears. We have a silent struggle of lowering and raising her hands to her ears, until she decides she has had enough, and stands up and walks away, so I can no longer pull her hands down. &lt;br /&gt;Now she is walking in circles around this man, as he is singing this heart-felt song, covering her ears the whole time. Our table is of course silently laughing (sort of like how I used to laugh in church as a kid). I couldn't believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4jlZo7tfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_L4gly3Ck-g/s1600-h/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4jlZo7tfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_L4gly3Ck-g/s400/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+220.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295709337278985714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***there was more***&lt;br /&gt;The bride and groom, decide to have a cupcake wedding cake. I didn't get a picture, but it was basically tiers of cupcakes in the shape of a wedding cake. They decide, much to my dismay, to place this cupcake cake, right next to the entrance. So, from the start of the reception till Kaylee got a cupcake, she asked it about it every 5 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;As Kaylee is dancing by herself on the dance floor, the DJ announces that it is time to cut the cake (a giant cupcake on the top). I run over to Kaylee and say, "yea, we can have a cupcake now." &lt;br /&gt;Next the bride and groom, come up and say first there are going to be speeches. I sit down and am waiting for the speeches, and then it dawns on me, that I don't see Kaylee. I turn and all the way across the room, there is Kaylee reaching up, about to grab a cupcake off the bottom tier. Running like a mad woman, yelling "NOOOOOOOOOO", I don't get there in time. Kaylee had grabbed the cupcake and got a good tongue full of icing. Not only did the table full of guest see this, but there also was a big hole now in this tower of cupcakes, and they are on their way to cut the cake. &lt;br /&gt;So, I did what any mother would do, I grabbed a cupcake from the middle and moved it to the outside, and hid the cupcake Kaylee had snagged, wiping her face with my hand. They never noticed.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4j5FqZzII/AAAAAAAAAVk/tikfFhX12hs/s1600-h/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4j5FqZzII/AAAAAAAAAVk/tikfFhX12hs/s400/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295709675513826434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-6291998288861831828?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6291998288861831828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=6291998288861831828' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6291998288861831828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6291998288861831828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-you-dont-bring-kids-to-weddings.html' title='Why you don&apos;t bring kids to weddings!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4jMATJh-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/XmTpTeXlkxs/s72-c/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7208170178099659380</id><published>2009-01-26T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:31:04.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4cYX8r1EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mVlVwrqIceo/s1600-h/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4cYX8r1EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mVlVwrqIceo/s400/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295701416905266242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;One marshmallow on fire, and one in the ash (yummy)!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4a1zquGQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4y2Dl6yaIpY/s1600-h/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4a1zquGQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4y2Dl6yaIpY/s400/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295699723539060994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Avery and Charlie wondering what happened to their marshmallows?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 10th, a good friend from college got married in Sumner, Washington. Although Washington in January, is well, very soggy, we packed up the kids and traded in our tank tops for ski clothes. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about Washington, but I still love it. It had horrible flooding while we were there, even the 5 freeway had to be shut down. It rained the entire time, but I still missed it. There is something comforting about the rain: Like it gives you an excuse to stay in and light a fire and have a warm cup of hot coco (or wine). &lt;br /&gt;We stayed with our good friends Kent and Heather. They have two little girls almost the same age as our two kids, and it was so fun! We played with the kids, cooked (Heather is an awesome cook, so I really just watched as she cooked), we stayed up late and played board games, and roasted marshmallows with the girls and just got to catch up. &lt;br /&gt;After we left, I realized that friends like them are why I think I have such fond memories of Washington. I can't wait for the kids to grow up together, and only wish we lived closer, so we could be together more often, because I for sure can win that board game with some more practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7208170178099659380?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7208170178099659380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7208170178099659380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7208170178099659380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7208170178099659380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-marshmallow-on-fire-and-one-in-ash.html' title='Washington'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4cYX8r1EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mVlVwrqIceo/s72-c/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-3407067054682880517</id><published>2009-01-24T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:23:12.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the Snow (the first one)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXteq6X5noI/AAAAAAAAAS0/HRgXLVw7Z3k/s1600-h/newcamera+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXteq6X5noI/AAAAAAAAAS0/HRgXLVw7Z3k/s400/newcamera+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294929878221168258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas day, we drove up to beautiful Lake Arrowhead, to stay at the Lake Arrowhead Resort and Spa and stayed till my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful up there with all the new snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtiPoNvY2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/PYtl820WIJw/s1600-h/newcamera+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtiPoNvY2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/PYtl820WIJw/s400/newcamera+173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294933807536759650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtiPBEUAgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hA3y1E9HdQY/s1600-h/newcamera+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtiPBEUAgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hA3y1E9HdQY/s400/newcamera+150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294933797028233730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee could have stayed in the snow all day, sledding and playing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtfVChFmnI/AAAAAAAAATM/I9lafaw4aYc/s1600-h/newcamera+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtfVChFmnI/AAAAAAAAATM/I9lafaw4aYc/s400/newcamera+091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294930601961691762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was a little too cold for baby Charlie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtfUhvIkcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MSXTk7QLqDM/s1600-h/newcamera+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtfUhvIkcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MSXTk7QLqDM/s400/newcamera+054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294930593162236354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt better in the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtfU8Rh3RI/AAAAAAAAATE/KGwRJE6lY6Q/s1600-h/newcamera+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtfU8Rh3RI/AAAAAAAAATE/KGwRJE6lY6Q/s400/newcamera+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294930600285822226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sacrified myself, and stayed in the hotel with Charlie and some wine,&lt;br /&gt;only the finest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtgj3J5p0I/AAAAAAAAATU/zALg_Wt4SLg/s1600-h/newcamera+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtgj3J5p0I/AAAAAAAAATU/zALg_Wt4SLg/s400/newcamera+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294931956121315138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we dare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtiOsSlfJI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ok-hUKO1vJI/s1600-h/newcamera+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtiOsSlfJI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ok-hUKO1vJI/s400/newcamera+106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294933791450954898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtiO88jKPI/AAAAAAAAAT8/WBbkRrVweNw/s1600-h/newcamera+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtiO88jKPI/AAAAAAAAAT8/WBbkRrVweNw/s400/newcamera+108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294933795921930482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Kaylee what a cute little icicle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtglAVgCvI/AAAAAAAAATk/76OumdAxTso/s1600-h/newcamera+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtglAVgCvI/AAAAAAAAATk/76OumdAxTso/s400/newcamera+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294931975765756658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly smokes! Don't get stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtgltK43RI/AAAAAAAAATs/_cRQ8J_A_vk/s1600-h/newcamera+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtgltK43RI/AAAAAAAAATs/_cRQ8J_A_vk/s400/newcamera+070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294931987800841490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow bum #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtlRtADycI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YmNdy9ePd9c/s1600-h/newcamera+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtlRtADycI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YmNdy9ePd9c/s400/newcamera+136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294937141716175298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow bum #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtiP_PDZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUU/chk0rjmoJaI/s1600-h/newcamera+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtiP_PDZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUU/chk0rjmoJaI/s400/newcamera+135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294933813716281234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-in-all, it was nice to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtqQUxmyHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/IsSpucCXWFA/s1600-h/newcamera+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtqQUxmyHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/IsSpucCXWFA/s400/newcamera+165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294942615591372914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-3407067054682880517?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3407067054682880517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=3407067054682880517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3407067054682880517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3407067054682880517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/01/trip-to-snow-first-one.html' title='Trip to the Snow (the first one)'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXteq6X5noI/AAAAAAAAAS0/HRgXLVw7Z3k/s72-c/newcamera+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-831468635347943663</id><published>2009-01-23T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:26:43.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever happened to Christmas.</title><content type='html'>Shut-up! I have been busy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I have not posted in a while. I thought about just posting the most recent event, but then I thought if I ever wanted to print this blog, I would wonder years later, whatever happened to Christmas? So, my goal is to start at Christmas and keep posting till I am caught up to today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXq-IrPnEcI/AAAAAAAAARc/cEEsOBegxio/s1600-h/phoningsanta.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXq-IrPnEcI/AAAAAAAAARc/cEEsOBegxio/s400/phoningsanta.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294753368183869890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we spent Christmas at my parents house in LA. It was Charlie's first Christmas which was pretty special, but really he didn't have a clue as to what was going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXq-L5G_5EI/AAAAAAAAARk/vfTMbUppEZg/s1600-h/kayleedressedup.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXq-L5G_5EI/AAAAAAAAARk/vfTMbUppEZg/s400/kayleedressedup.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294753423445451842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee was a lot of fun this year though. She was really excited to bake cookies for Santa and wake to the surprise of presents. She made out pretty well too. She ended up with her coveted "my little ponies," a mini coop electric car (we care about the environment), and a big play kitchen from her aunt and uncle. Charlie got great gifts too, but was mostly excited about the wrapping paper and christmas ornaments on the tree, oh, and the he tries to steal the coveted "my little ponies" whenever he can (he still is trying to figure out why Kaylee thinks they are so great).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXq_sleQu0I/AAAAAAAAASU/bVIpGK3L6QE/s1600-h/somethingdifferent.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXq_sleQu0I/AAAAAAAAASU/bVIpGK3L6QE/s400/somethingdifferent.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294755084621626178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtO9Z06XxI/AAAAAAAAASs/Pb93gbP8E18/s1600-h/cookies.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXtO9Z06XxI/AAAAAAAAASs/Pb93gbP8E18/s400/cookies.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294912603715952402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXq_w20sLPI/AAAAAAAAASc/AN2ICVSh6pM/s1600-h/board.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXq_w20sLPI/AAAAAAAAASc/AN2ICVSh6pM/s400/board.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294755157998578930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXq__0a-UlI/AAAAAAAAASk/DM4ZLX9HTNg/s1600-h/better.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXq__0a-UlI/AAAAAAAAASk/DM4ZLX9HTNg/s400/better.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294755415051883090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-831468635347943663?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/831468635347943663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=831468635347943663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/831468635347943663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/831468635347943663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2009/01/whatever-happened-to-christmas.html' title='Whatever happened to Christmas.'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SXq-IrPnEcI/AAAAAAAAARc/cEEsOBegxio/s72-c/phoningsanta.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7213043835440349652</id><published>2008-12-08T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:51.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Trooper!</title><content type='html'>So... for any of you that know me well, you probably know that I like unique and corky things, but yet functional and cute. Well, it is that time of year again for Christmas pictures, and we couldn't have what everyone else had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our good friend &lt;a href="http://barleyfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;,from &lt;em&gt;Life Art Protography&lt;/em&gt;, took them again, over at the dock in Pacific Beach. It was really busy, and I decided that we needed a Christmas tree there for the right effect! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ST10uWoS4HI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8JhQPP3lXeA/s1600-h/pickinguptree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ST10uWoS4HI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8JhQPP3lXeA/s400/pickinguptree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277502678045483122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was good old Kyle carrying a Christmas tree down the boardwalk in the middle of November, with tons of on lookers (oh yea the red stripped shirt I made him wear didn't help). Good thing the slightly brused ego wasn't anything a nice cold beer couldn't heal afterwards! Thanks honey for being such a good sport, and I am sorry in advance for what I will come up with for next years pictures :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ST10uilHlCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/uacZ2KMc1jU/s1600-h/kkcarryingtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ST10uilHlCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/uacZ2KMc1jU/s400/kkcarryingtree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277502681253385250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the pictures turned out great! I made the kids little outfits and a scarf for myself (something I will most likely only be able to get away with for a few more years). Here are some of the pictures that were my favorites, but didn't make the Christmas card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ST10vGa0OoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/e4rVNyf0IJg/s1600-h/kayleeanddad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ST10vGa0OoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/e4rVNyf0IJg/s400/kayleeanddad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277502690873850498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Kaylee's noggin topper cute, that is of course from &lt;a href="http://tutumonkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tutumonkey&lt;/a&gt;. I believe more are coming to her shop for Spring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ST10uy9K92I/AAAAAAAAAQU/WUTIsUXtSz4/s1600-h/charlieandkaylee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ST10uy9K92I/AAAAAAAAAQU/WUTIsUXtSz4/s400/charlieandkaylee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277502685649237858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ST10ut_EVfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pp0oF1NwUdA/s400/charlieandme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277502684315014642" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7213043835440349652?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7213043835440349652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7213043835440349652' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7213043835440349652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7213043835440349652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-trooper.html' title='What a Trooper!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/ST10uWoS4HI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8JhQPP3lXeA/s72-c/pickinguptree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-8936681026237047610</id><published>2008-11-19T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:08:23.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Custom Camera Strap GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>I hope I am doing this right. I think this is a great idea! However I must admit I did not enter for myself. I entered for a certain photographer friend that I know would love this. Go enter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/11/custom-camera-strap-guest-giveaway.html"&gt;Custom Camera Strap GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-8936681026237047610?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/11/custom-camera-strap-guest-giveaway.html' title='Custom Camera Strap GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8936681026237047610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=8936681026237047610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/8936681026237047610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/8936681026237047610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/11/custom-camera-strap-guest-giveaway.html' title='Custom Camera Strap GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-9143912627753100080</id><published>2008-11-18T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:38:35.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just, who am I going to marry?"</title><content type='html'>I just got exciting news that a good friend of mine is engaged (Yeah MRS. COlVIN), and have a funny story about Kaylee to tell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, rewind forward to Sunday. We are getting ready for our Christmas pictures and Kaylee is sitting on my bathroom sink, "getting pretty." She spots my wedding rings on the counter, picks them up, and says, "wow these are very beautiful rings." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of jump, and say, "oh yes, you have to be very careful with those. Daddy gave those to mommy and asked her to marry him." &lt;br /&gt;Kaylee then says, "I want daddy to ask me to marry him?" &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh no, daddy can't marry you, you have to find your own prince."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a call on my cell phone driving home and it is the future Mrs. Colvin telling the story of the engagement. &lt;br /&gt;I tell Kaylee the good news.&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee: "Just, who am I going to marry... Can I marry Uncle Kevin?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, you can't marry your uncle."&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee: "But, I just want to get married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on Facebook, have not been on in a while, but all of a sudden a few friends contacted me all at once... Anyway, Kaylee walks up and I am writing on the future Mrs. Colvin's page. Kaylee sees the diamond ring (her profile picture), and says, &lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I can get married after (&lt;em&gt;the future Mrs. Colvin&lt;/em&gt;)?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, maybe"&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee: "Just, who am I going to marry?" &lt;br /&gt;Me: (rolling my eyes, thinking here we go again) "Umm, I don't know, one day you will have to find someone you love and who loves you, and that will be who you marry."&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee: "but, where do I find him."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee: "Maybe in the forest?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-9143912627753100080?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/9143912627753100080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=9143912627753100080' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/9143912627753100080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/9143912627753100080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-who-am-i-going-to-marry.html' title='&quot;Just, who am I going to marry?&quot;'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-4324565648127700536</id><published>2008-11-14T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:33:55.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a million things to do. In fact the reason I have not been blogging lately is because I have been so busy, and today is a day where I need to really get things done! I have three boutiques in the next 4 weeks and barely anything really made. I dedicated late week into producing a new Spring Dress line because a store wanted me to send them swatches. I was thinking, “swatches! I don’t even have dresses yet!” but I didn’t want to say no, so I stopped everything I was doing, made the dresses and sent them out. They should be getting the stuff today, so we will see what they think? Here is a sneak peek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SR368ufVh6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Ojej-t5LidI/s1600-h/kayleebrowndress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 60px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SR368ufVh6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Ojej-t5LidI/s200/kayleebrowndress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268643060271908770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SR37TnUd1FI/AAAAAAAAAPk/XK5UNj_nH_s/s1600-h/anikabirddress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 60px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SR37TnUd1FI/AAAAAAAAAPk/XK5UNj_nH_s/s200/anikabirddress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268643453484258386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SR37T0oULQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uqrN5IdsJVw/s1600-h/caylinbluedress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 60px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SR37T0oULQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uqrN5IdsJVw/s200/caylinbluedress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268643457057172738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SR37T6EWxnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Jb2TO81R_f4/s1600-h/caylinreddress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 60px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SR37T6EWxnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Jb2TO81R_f4/s200/caylinreddress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268643458516960882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is not what I came here to talk about. I should be working, I should be nailing out skirts and tops like a sweat shop, but something is weighing heavy on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend once told me that, “everyone has their own truths.” There were no fancy words in what she said, and so I felt like I should have understood what she meant. I just nodded like it made sense and we went on chatting. Ever since hearing that statement, it has come to mean so many things to me in my life. Basically, it helps to explain what otherwise I can not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we see is our truth. How we feel, think, and act is our truth. When making choices in our lives, it should seem so simple: you just choose the thing that is right? Well, I think with the elections just taking place, and some other stuff going on, I have come to realize that what is right for one person is not always right for another. One woman’s truth is not the same as another’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to be a person who is open to hearing all sides. Which I think is a good trait. I also tend to be a person who fights for what they believe is right. I thought this was a positive trait, but I am starting to think that at times it can also be a curse. I guess the reason is that you have to choose a side, and once you do, you are automatically going to be against someone, because there are always two sides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t regret any of the choices I have made. I still feel they were right, for how I saw the situation, but I hate the feeling that someone has another truth. It may take me a bit to see it, but because I am open, I am accepting of other people’s truths, and I rarely have hurt feelings if someone doesn’t see it my way (I tend to be odd in my thinking, so I just see it as the norm). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what is weighing on me is that others don’t have that openness, and feel their truth is the only one. Being a sensitive person, it makes me doubt what is right, and if I should fight for that anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****REFOCUS****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was me getting it off my mind. Now, I am going back to work and thinking happy thoughts...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SR3sfnL2R5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/WnFEnliV0aU/s1600-h/charlieandChritsmasfabric+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SR3sfnL2R5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/WnFEnliV0aU/s200/charlieandChritsmasfabric+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268627166932125586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, how excited Kaylee was when we went to Disneyland and the night before I stayed up sewing her a mini-mouse dress to wear. It made her day, well that and seeing the princesses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SR368k73EiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_YH07zQzpK8/s1600-h/disneyland,momsshirts+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SR368k73EiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_YH07zQzpK8/s200/disneyland,momsshirts+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268643057707192866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-4324565648127700536?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4324565648127700536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=4324565648127700536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4324565648127700536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4324565648127700536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-million-things-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SR368ufVh6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Ojej-t5LidI/s72-c/kayleebrowndress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-5053698344388707123</id><published>2008-11-10T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:18:19.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 Secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been tagged by my friend &lt;a href="http://thekbecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt; to tell 7 secrets about myself........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I check my weight everyday, even when I am not dieting. I don't know why, I guess I think I am miraculously going to lose 10 lbs without doing anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like (sometimes need) to know every detail about anything. I will sometimes research random subjects just so I know all the answers. Strange, I know, but I don't like when people talk about things like they know the answers when they really don't, so I try not to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will stand up for a friend or family member, but have a hard time standing up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I wish everyone could just get along all the time. I know that is impractical, but hate, jealousy, and confrontation make me uncomfortable (especially when I take part in any of those things). I think it all comes down to our own insecurities. I think it is nice to have that one friend you can call and be "petty" with, and then just say okay I am dropping this now. Luckly, I have one of those friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I think change is healthy and good, but people can only change what they are willing to see is wrong about themselves, which is really the hardest step. When things would go wrong in the past, I would usually jump to point the finger as to what everyone else did wrong. Now, I try to just look at my actions, good or bad, and learn from the experience. It is up to others to recognize their own problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am a highly organized mess! I can tell you where everything is, but my house is a mess. I kind of dislike when the cleaning lady comes, because I can't find anything. It drives my husband crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I like being with friends, but I also like my alone time (I often actually force myself to be more social). I was raised with three brothers, and enjoyed doing "boy stuff" some of the time, but I would often sneak away and spend many hours doing "girl stuff" by myself. Every once in a while I would drag my little brother into the "girl stuff," (sorry Kevin), but I like to credit myself for his musical talent. Once I made him sing "Mary Had a Little Lamb," 50 times in a row, because I had a music teacher tell me that we had such horrible singers in the world because as kids no one corrected them when they sang bad. Poor kid, he was like three years old. He is now 22 and still remembers that. Now I laugh when Kaylee sings (or shouts) and I am like, "wow, that was beautiful."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-5053698344388707123?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5053698344388707123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=5053698344388707123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5053698344388707123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5053698344388707123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-secrets-i-have-been-tagged-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7959921069576274265</id><published>2008-10-25T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:14:48.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manufacturers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prototypes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MR. L'/><title type='text'>How the meeting went!</title><content type='html'>So, I know you all are dying to hear how the meeting went (if I already didn't tell you today :). Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the positive things are: the lady (I assume owner?) was very helpful. She really liked my product and was not pushy, but definitely seemed like she wanted my business. She told me exactly what she needed from me, and what the process would be from here out. She seemed very compassionate towards the fact that I was just starting out, and that I was nervous about taking the next steps, but also very encouraging which I must admit gave me a little boost in my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I liked the place and the lady I met with. I felt when I left, that things went just so/so, because I really feel like I don't know what I am doing! I didn't know if this is the sort of thing like buying a car, where I needed to shop it around or what? They want to get your product and make it first before giving you a unit price, so I didn't even know how to shop it around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I talked to "Mr. L." (I don't know if he would want me using his name, so I am not going to). "Mr. L." is an acquaintance of my dad's, and it turns out he has worked in the fabric industry for years. His specialty would be more on the lines of printing my own fabrics (that would be CRAZY BTW), but he obviously had a lot of insight into the manufacturing side. He explained it even better and took away any doubts I may have about trying to find someone else (which was really good to hear). He seemed to think that her prices were fair, so far, and that having them relatively close by was what was the most important, since I am just getting my feet wet, and would want to check in often. He had some great points that I didn't even think of, for example, if I want the item to be "washable," I have to specifically ask for the thread that won't shrink when you wash it? I would have never thought of that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am feeling really good now. It is 8:00, both kids are asleep (thanks to an awesome Halloween party with good friends), I am getting off this computer right after this, and I am going to work. I have my next meeting Tuesday, and that is where I will hand over all the materials and they will make the prototypes. I have a lot of work to do before that date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7959921069576274265?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7959921069576274265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7959921069576274265' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7959921069576274265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7959921069576274265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-meeting-went.html' title='How the meeting went!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-4811298166728827683</id><published>2008-10-22T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:09:37.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the grind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding weekend'/><title type='text'>Back to the grind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SP_ZdyWHJzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hWb7ESQuVf0/s1600-h/kyleandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SP_ZdyWHJzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hWb7ESQuVf0/s400/kyleandi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260161995545978674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I must admit that my life is not all work, and Kyle and I slipped away this weekend (ALONE- no kids) for a good friends wedding. We had a blast, but I was hardly rested when I got home (it was worth it though). Luckily, my mom enjoys hanging out with her grand kids, because both Kyle and I crashed when we got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are back to the grind. With kids it is so difficult to get off schedule, and I just feel like my life since our hectic summer has not gone back to normal, it doesn't help that all my free time goes to starting this business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was just cleaning, and I found a pile of papers from my daughter's school, saying that picture day was October 21st. THAT WAS YESTERDAY... I start thinking about what she wore. Well, of all days, Kyle dressed her. So, I am going to get a picture of my daughter wearing a florescent blue. Ariel the Mermaid, a little too tight shirt, and jeans that are supposed to be capri's that you fold up, but since my husband decided to put Ugg boots on her (even though it was 80 degrees), he just kept them unfolded, so they just looked like too short jeans. My daughter might have the biggest wardrobe of any 2 year old (except for Suri), and that is what my husband found? Ah,ah,ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment on Friday with one of the "big dogs," and have some leads to go visit some others. Of course I am totally feeling not ready (what's new). I have decided that I need 8 more hours in the 24 hour day. You know, where everyone else is frozen and I just have time to work. I will unfreeze some of you if you don't call me and take up my time...Felicitas, and Mom, you have to stay frozen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to dance class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-4811298166728827683?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4811298166728827683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=4811298166728827683' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4811298166728827683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4811298166728827683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the grind!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SP_ZdyWHJzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hWb7ESQuVf0/s72-c/kyleandi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-3853234202975797047</id><published>2008-10-15T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:40:18.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with the big dogs.</title><content type='html'>So I have been narrowing down my search for a manufacturer to produce my stuff. I have some appointments set up for next week (YIKES). When I have all the copyrights in place, I will start sharing my samples. I am going to start calling these places "the big dogs," because they mean business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I start the phone call, each place has been cynical, but when I explain what I want and prove I have done all the research, they open up pretty quick. Next week might be pretty stressful when we start talking about price and options. Every step I take closer to this dream coming true, I have to pinch myself. Ouch! Yep, this is really happening, oh and since I am back in reality, I still have spit-up on my shirt and my hair looks horrible....GREAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-3853234202975797047?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3853234202975797047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=3853234202975797047' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3853234202975797047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3853234202975797047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/10/talking-with-big-dogs.html' title='Talking with the big dogs.'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-181510078496631596</id><published>2008-10-11T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:09:04.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my little buttercup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal'/><title type='text'>Goals?</title><content type='html'>When I first started this blog, I titled it "My Little Buttercup," with the hopes of having it be a place where I could go and talk about my &lt;em&gt;little business.  &lt;/em&gt; It became a place where I just show case my beautiful kids, and don't share much about myself (obviously the safe and easy route).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, I started my business (My Little Buttercup) making children's items and other odds and ends, and I really put everything on the back burner awaiting the birth of my son, and then taking care of a newborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Charlie is 5 1/2 months, and Kaylee has started school, I am feeling the need for something greater in my business life. The push I guess to really put myself out there and take things to the next level. That is my goal I guess? Can goals be so vague?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, just writing this post makes me tingle a bit because I already am making myself feel more accountable for making something happen. What is that tingling? I know, its that four letter word that begins with an f... Okay, get your head out of the gutter, the other four letter word that begins with an f.... FEAR. &lt;br /&gt;Fear of failure, fear of putting my thoughts and designs out there only to be put down, or worse, to have some non-creative, want-a-be copy my stuff and try to sell it as theirs (yes, sadly in the crafting world there are a lot of these type)!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a crazy thing though; fear. Sometimes I watch the things my daughter Kaylee is afraid of and think, how simple fear is. Most of her fears were not learned, they were just gut feelings, that go away when she is comforted. My fear however is learned. Growing up I surrounded myself with such negative, backstabbing people, that I have learned not to put myself out there because I am nervous about what others will say and think. A characteristic I am really working on changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have come to realize recently is that the only person losing here is me. I have a lot of talents to contribute to the world, and I am just sitting back on my duff, waiting for things to fall in my lap. No more! I pushing forward. Taking a leap, and starting tonight, I am hoping this blog will be a place where I can document my experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-181510078496631596?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/181510078496631596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=181510078496631596' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/181510078496631596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/181510078496631596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/10/goals.html' title='Goals?'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-3182542277369131300</id><published>2008-09-29T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:15:29.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday night Bonfire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SOFfKuySzAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4BhGkjfICNU/s1600-h/friendsbf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251583278453017602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SOFfKuySzAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4BhGkjfICNU/s320/friendsbf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday evening, we had our first bonfire on the beach with our good friends. We hope to make it something we do every Sunday. Although, you mix toddlers, marshmallows, and sand, and you get one scary looking dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SOFgGVYD_oI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gZig8506KWM/s1600-h/dragon"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251584302424260226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SOFgGVYD_oI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gZig8506KWM/s320/dragon" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We may need to keep searching for a place that has some grass. The kids had a good time though, as well as the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SOFfErddIwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/yE9oIZ3C6HA/s1600-h/troublebf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SOFe0MHZPJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Q7lR3gkBHxw/s1600-h/charlieandkylebf"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251582891189157010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SOFe0MHZPJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Q7lR3gkBHxw/s320/charlieandkylebf" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SOFe0EzUPNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rbPf8iR5rDQ/s1600-h/sandangelsbf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SOFe0EzUPNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rbPf8iR5rDQ/s1600-h/sandangelsbf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-3182542277369131300?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3182542277369131300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=3182542277369131300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3182542277369131300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3182542277369131300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-night-bonfire.html' title='Sunday night Bonfire'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SOFfKuySzAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4BhGkjfICNU/s72-c/friendsbf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-774661476467176327</id><published>2008-09-24T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:48:16.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Performer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-LYcTSlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/svxFze7IC0Y/s1600-h/kaylledancehandonknee"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249717418402728530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-LYcTSlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/svxFze7IC0Y/s200/kaylledancehandonknee" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I think I have mentioned previously that Kaylee is taking dance? Well, if not, Kaylee is taking dance, and each week she seems to be becoming more and more comfortable with the moves. She is taking with her little friend Caylin and today her mom took some pictures of the girls that I couldn't resist sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-Zyp8jnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eF5zuBXJ544/s1600-h/tada"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249717665957449330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-Zyp8jnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eF5zuBXJ544/s200/tada" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-aPSqOuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ipS68hAqB3k/s1600-h/tiptoe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249717673644407522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-aPSqOuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ipS68hAqB3k/s200/tiptoe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TADA!!! , Tippy-Toe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-ayYypaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QVAj73hyBqM/s1600-h/trying+to+skip"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249717683065365922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-ayYypaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QVAj73hyBqM/s200/trying+to+skip" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-bOhN-mI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GlNNC1OFOh4/s1600-h/waiting"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249717690616904290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-bOhN-mI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GlNNC1OFOh4/s200/waiting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trying to Skip, PatientlyWaiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-afipYcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5ykYmWLcXXo/s1600-h/toetap"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249717678006428098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-afipYcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5ykYmWLcXXo/s200/toetap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-K0yLB9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/tkRGhqNRtcQ/s1600-h/cuties"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249717408830785490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-K0yLB9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/tkRGhqNRtcQ/s200/cuties" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Shuffle,  "Good Job Girlfriend"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-KELSNYI/AAAAAAAAALo/9MwLiQwKSlo/s1600-h/areyoukiddingme"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249717395782776194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-KELSNYI/AAAAAAAAALo/9MwLiQwKSlo/s200/areyoukiddingme" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These girls are CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6653206817791499945-774661476467176327?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/774661476467176327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=774661476467176327' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/774661476467176327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/774661476467176327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-performer.html' title='My Little Performer'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNq-LYcTSlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/svxFze7IC0Y/s72-c/kaylledancehandonknee' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-1063194037311960690</id><published>2008-09-20T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:53:28.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You want me to only answer with one word!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, Felicitas sent this my way the other day....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248342038940557714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNXbRwrNIZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kZBzf7uiFdM/s400/Iloveyourblog%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently, I have to answer some questions with one word. I am sure she is cracking up right now, because I hardly ever am short and brief. Well see how I do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? hmmm&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? couch&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? blonde???&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? awesome&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? halarious&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? laughter&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? good&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? simplicity&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? computer&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? crafting&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? failing&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? home&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? sewing&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? dishonest&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish-list items? space&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? tarzana&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? organized&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? dress&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? on&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? asleep&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? old&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? sleepy&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? nope&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? dirty&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? gloves&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? mine&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? busy&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? always&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? pink&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? today&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would love to send this to :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adrienne (you need to start a blog first, but you can do it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jamie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joleen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man, I think everyone else has already done it. If you are reading this, and you have not gone, you are it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/6653206817791499945-1063194037311960690?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1063194037311960690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=1063194037311960690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1063194037311960690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1063194037311960690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-want-me-to-only-answer-with-one.html' title='You want me to only answer with one word!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SNXbRwrNIZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kZBzf7uiFdM/s72-c/Iloveyourblog%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-3024440096718784313</id><published>2008-09-09T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:40:31.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big sisters are SO cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SMbPTVdv8RI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8ExsuWzTPHA/s1600-h/IMG_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244106747205906706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SMbPTVdv8RI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8ExsuWzTPHA/s400/IMG_2902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other day I placed Charlie down next to Kaylee and had to get something in the other room. When I came back out, they were holding hands and Charlie kept looking up at Kaylee like, "you are so cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SMbO1HgSMpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q6_MrbfmG70/s1600-h/IMG_2904.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SMbMpknBCAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ykFgIU_2EY4/s1600-h/IMG_2901.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-3024440096718784313?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3024440096718784313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=3024440096718784313' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3024440096718784313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/3024440096718784313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-sisters-are-so-cool.html' title='Big sisters are SO cool!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SMbPTVdv8RI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8ExsuWzTPHA/s72-c/IMG_2902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-4069099166583909845</id><published>2008-09-03T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:14:05.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SL9RFq2mOtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Om7W8jvP1sI/s1600-h/kayleeflowergirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241997649127029458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SL9RFq2mOtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Om7W8jvP1sI/s400/kayleeflowergirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever life gets too serious, remember there are angels amongest us, they're just waiting for you to notice them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-4069099166583909845?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4069099166583909845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=4069099166583909845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4069099166583909845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/4069099166583909845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-butterfly.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SL9RFq2mOtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Om7W8jvP1sI/s72-c/kayleeflowergirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-6560244670429720537</id><published>2008-08-28T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:16:18.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dinner Afare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SLbcgud6EvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y9ThVEl4bCk/s1600-h/cooking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239617671279547122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SLbcgud6EvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y9ThVEl4bCk/s320/cooking.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon I can add "fabulous cook" to my list of accomplishments, with a little bit of help of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some friends and I have signed up to go to A Dinner Afare, and create dinners that you freeze till your ready to eat them at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was our first night, and I came home with 13 nights of meals such as Italian Braciole Stuffed Flank Steak, Crispy ranch Chicken, and a lot of other fancy things. Kyle is working these next two nights, but I can't wait to try them when he is home. He was all excited as well, when I started reading off some of the meals. Watch out Martha Stewart, here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-6560244670429720537?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6560244670429720537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=6560244670429720537' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6560244670429720537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6560244670429720537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/dinner-afare.html' title='A Dinner Afare'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SLbcgud6EvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y9ThVEl4bCk/s72-c/cooking.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-1590425615482537386</id><published>2008-08-23T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:48:18.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting a nice family picture???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SLBpURV4tgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vVFLhaXIjLw/s1600-h/breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237802163605386754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SLBpURV4tgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vVFLhaXIjLw/s400/breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it sure seems hard to get a nice family picture these days? I am sure we will get nice ones done before Christmas (hopefully), but so far, this is the best we got. At least Kyle and I are smiling and looking at the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-1590425615482537386?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1590425615482537386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=1590425615482537386' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1590425615482537386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1590425615482537386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-nice-family-picture.html' title='Getting a nice family picture???'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SLBpURV4tgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vVFLhaXIjLw/s72-c/breakfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-1376802257973452327</id><published>2008-08-18T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:26:03.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235908771071231954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKmvSUgNh9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/caVoy2h1q9s/s400/bridesmaids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is a picture of all the bridesmaids in the wedding, and a little bit of Kaylee in the corner (eating Cheese-its). We had a great time, it is always funny to me how much planning goes into a wedding, and then it passes by so quickly. I was so happy to be part of it and although a little stressed, my first time being a matron-of-honor, I think went well (I even got through the speech). Now the happy couple is in St. Lucia, having, I am sure a great time.&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/6653206817791499945-1376802257973452327?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1376802257973452327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=1376802257973452327' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1376802257973452327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1376802257973452327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKmvSUgNh9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/caVoy2h1q9s/s72-c/bridesmaids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-9003140774208475721</id><published>2008-08-14T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:54:38.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The flower girl outfits are done! YESSSS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKR_r23Wv1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YHclvyWkas8/s1600-h/flowergirls+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234449058350153554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKR_r23Wv1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YHclvyWkas8/s320/flowergirls+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we are packing up for Caitlin's wedding this weekend, and i was about to throw the flower girl's outfits in the suitcase, but had some requests to share the photos first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKR_rMVFJPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KqH3vZzwhwM/s1600-h/flowergirls+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234449046932104434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKR_rMVFJPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KqH3vZzwhwM/s320/flowergirls+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKSMZ3uuT_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/uADQvJLBBCw/s1600-h/flowergirls+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234463042995900402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKSMZ3uuT_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/uADQvJLBBCw/s320/flowergirls+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKSLwfjxo6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Rh2hCUAqhVs/s1600-h/flowergirls+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234462332132893602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKSLwfjxo6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Rh2hCUAqhVs/s320/flowergirls+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKR_rp2AvZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kq35fAAsyyY/s1600-h/flowergirls+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234449054854856082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKR_rp2AvZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kq35fAAsyyY/s320/flowergirls+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKR_sW9gEOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gvSOMEgqXJ8/s1600-h/flowergirls+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234449066965864674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKR_sW9gEOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gvSOMEgqXJ8/s320/flowergirls+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutumonkey made the tutus, hands down the best tutu's ever. I can't wait to show them off at the wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-9003140774208475721?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/9003140774208475721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=9003140774208475721' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/9003140774208475721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/9003140774208475721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/flower-girl-outfits-are-done-yessss.html' title='The flower girl outfits are done! YESSSS!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SKR_r23Wv1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YHclvyWkas8/s72-c/flowergirls+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7147866390220588262</id><published>2008-08-09T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:21:32.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ2zk_z6IeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/U0Gu4ZUbB38/s1600-h/charlie2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232535790260199906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ2zk_z6IeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/U0Gu4ZUbB38/s400/charlie2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being friends with a fabulous photographer sure has its pluses. Yesterday we went to the park for a friends birthday, I didn't even realize Amber took these, let alone got such good pictures. She is really talented! Here are some of my favorites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ2zlIydkXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DhlU-NZhCWQ/s1600-h/charlie+smiles"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232535792670052722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ2zlIydkXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DhlU-NZhCWQ/s400/charlie+smiles" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ2zk6YYKUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/83c_Xl6-Twk/s1600-h/charlie+feet"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232535788802550082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ2zk6YYKUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/83c_Xl6-Twk/s400/charlie+feet" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ2zkjwqVCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Lh414bIx4Qw/s1600-h/charlie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232535782730388514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ2zkjwqVCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Lh414bIx4Qw/s400/charlie" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ21Wer0kaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vUDLQKeBe60/s1600-h/yay+for+girlfriends"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232537739872997794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ21Wer0kaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vUDLQKeBe60/s400/yay+for+girlfriends" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaylee and her friends got in on the action. Despite the fact my daughters hair looks horrible (she wanted to do it herself), I love these photos, because they show Kaylee how she is, just busy with her friends. Despite all the wonderful friends I have made from our mom's group, I love that Kaylee and Charlie have made so many wonderful friends as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ20-XMqhoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nRRlJ5azPtE/s1600-h/lollypops"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232537325546407554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ20-XMqhoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nRRlJ5azPtE/s400/lollypops" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ20-WpbiVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sOArJQcxz6s/s1600-h/yay+for+girlfriends"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ2zk6YYKUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/83c_Xl6-Twk/s1600-h/charlie+feet"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7147866390220588262?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7147866390220588262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7147866390220588262' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7147866390220588262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7147866390220588262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-photos.html' title='Fun Photos'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJ2zk_z6IeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/U0Gu4ZUbB38/s72-c/charlie2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-1681897116307987206</id><published>2008-08-08T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:29:42.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tisket, a tasket, look I made a basket (okay a clutch)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJzWzYAMzxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2yiDukAhMt0/s1600-h/flower+girl+bags+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232293045202636562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJzWzYAMzxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2yiDukAhMt0/s400/flower+girl+bags+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I checked my cell phone messages (a rare occurance). I had a message from my sister-in-law asking if I could make flower girl baskets for her wedding next weekend. I wouldn't have time to run to my "spot" and get materials, so I went into the black hole of a craft room, and I threw together these little clutches. They snap around the girls wrists so that both hands are free. I love how they turned out. Sometimes my favorite things are things I make with little thought (and time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232292623243281394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJzWa0FQA_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/FX-qdzDeKqw/s320/flower+girl+bags+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232292754138532722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJzWibtHC3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/qY55qvnNvc8/s320/flower+girl+bags+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJzVHa1dB0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QwC3209SE-k/s1600-h/flower+girl+bags+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/6653206817791499945-1681897116307987206?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1681897116307987206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=1681897116307987206' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1681897116307987206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1681897116307987206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/tisket-tasket-look-i-made-basket-okay.html' title='A tisket, a tasket, look I made a basket (okay a clutch)'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJzWzYAMzxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2yiDukAhMt0/s72-c/flower+girl+bags+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-8545122508455708365</id><published>2008-08-07T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:56:23.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to shop on a budget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJvL1xpKo_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RZt3mQT5axM/s1600-h/zoo,parties,friends,august08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231999516840469490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJvL1xpKo_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RZt3mQT5axM/s320/zoo,parties,friends,august08+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Do you ever feel like the quantities are too big at the super market? Well, Kaylee has solved that dilemma. The other day she went in the cupboard and took the cereal box to go "shopping," and when I came out a few minutes later I saw the box, but no cheerios. When I asked where they were, she said, "in the cart, I went shopping!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJvKrlJpIMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kB8G69giAZA/s1600-h/zoo,parties,friends,august08+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231998242176704706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJvKrlJpIMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kB8G69giAZA/s320/zoo,parties,friends,august08+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-8545122508455708365?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8545122508455708365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=8545122508455708365' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/8545122508455708365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/8545122508455708365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-shop-on-budget.html' title='How to shop on a budget.'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJvL1xpKo_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RZt3mQT5axM/s72-c/zoo,parties,friends,august08+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-8760836659804411647</id><published>2008-08-07T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:57:21.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who let the mom's out, whoot, whoot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJvCVE_qvhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LSxB2QTexII/s1600-h/Moms_Night_out_August_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231989059494788626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJvCVE_qvhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LSxB2QTexII/s200/Moms_Night_out_August_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;picture: compliments of Tutumonkey, since the waiter didn't want to take 12 pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Margaritas, good food, a ton of laughs, margaritas, oh wait, I already said that.... Another Mom's night out, with the most fabulous mom's I know. I have said many times that I am so greatful for the friendships I have made, and I mean it. These beautiful women have showed me what friendship is all about, and unfortunately I had to learn the hard way. My only complaint, the nights are long enough... next mom's night out is going to have to be a slumber party, hmm, or a girls weekend away. I better stop here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-8760836659804411647?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8760836659804411647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=8760836659804411647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/8760836659804411647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/8760836659804411647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-let-moms-out-whoot-whoot.html' title='Who let the mom&apos;s out, whoot, whoot!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJvCVE_qvhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LSxB2QTexII/s72-c/Moms_Night_out_August_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-6184066210927079201</id><published>2008-07-31T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:25:24.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>So, my friend Dana tagged me. I think she thinks that I know what this means, but really I don't. I have gathered that I need to write 6 random things about myself, but I am not sure if I need to tag other people. I will have to consult the "tag judge" and get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six random things:&lt;br /&gt;1. I love the smell of cut grass. It might be one reason I enjoy playing golf so much. (Oh to specify, I mean lawn grass, not the drug, ha, ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't stand the spam mail from random people, wanting random things. I mean, really, did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hachenx&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ruez&lt;/span&gt; really have to say "Hello" this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A dream day for me, would be to sit at home, by myself, all day, watching Lifetime movies. A girlfriend and I used to do this in college after a late night out the night before (I had to add that so you don't think I am that big of a loser). I think now, it would just signify a totally free day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I LOVE to problem solve. I always have to have something to work on. A lot of times if I am having trouble sleeping, I pull out my book of puzzles (crosswords, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sudoku&lt;/span&gt;, etc.) and just work away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt;, my kids have filled this void for the most part. I have been trying to figure out parenting for about 2 1/2 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Man this is really had... I guess 5 would be that I tell people too much, because I can't think of 6 things everyone doesn't already know about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh, I got it. I loved Hot Wheels as a kid (you know the little cars). I used to play with them ALL the time, and then I would pack them up and hide them when my friends would come over and tell my mom not tell anyone. That is right, I was a closet hot wheels junkie. To this day I won't let anyone look in my closet (just kidding).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-6184066210927079201?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6184066210927079201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=6184066210927079201' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6184066210927079201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6184066210927079201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-5691915444014893954</id><published>2008-07-30T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:38:26.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229047920608576610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFPYQ1ehGI/AAAAAAAAACg/iKprfTEp-IA/s200/July+08+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are finally back from our long trip up to Northern California. Here is Kaylee watching Kyle play soccer. This lasted for about , umm, 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFaG6eVG6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/vCRWPfd0jvc/s1600-h/July+08+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229059717176040354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFaG6eVG6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/vCRWPfd0jvc/s200/July+08+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFaHhiP-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9QYVeJZBe0Y/s1600-h/July+08+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229059727661464210" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFaHhiP-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9QYVeJZBe0Y/s200/July+08+064.JPG" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229051002430119906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFSLpg_X-I/AAAAAAAAADI/pKVYLBRKED8/s200/July+08+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got to see some good friends while there. Here are the O'Brien girls feeding, hugging, and loving Charlie. He is quit the ladies man already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFY73pxLVI/AAAAAAAAADY/atYcvK92218/s1600-h/July+08+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229058427928522066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFY73pxLVI/AAAAAAAAADY/atYcvK92218/s200/July+08+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, we of course can not forget about Roma. Our favorite cousin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFY8ta5YTI/AAAAAAAAADo/NVKik8m9NfU/s1600-h/July+08+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229058442361659698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFY8ta5YTI/AAAAAAAAADo/NVKik8m9NfU/s200/July+08+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFY8_b7BcI/AAAAAAAAADw/n1Lc86UVaQQ/s1600-h/July+08+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229058447197799874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFY8_b7BcI/AAAAAAAAADw/n1Lc86UVaQQ/s200/July+08+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFPZjkbt0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/RUwbpuVpahc/s1600-h/July+08+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229047942817232706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFPZjkbt0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/RUwbpuVpahc/s200/July+08+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaylee had a blast at the kids Olympics. A puppet show, and snow cones, who can ask for more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Charlie got passed around a bit and enjoyed it! &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFPZ5rKCsI/AAAAAAAAADA/fayP94FgcKw/s1600-h/July+08+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229047948751014594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFPZ5rKCsI/AAAAAAAAADA/fayP94FgcKw/s200/July+08+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFb6LHlh0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fkwBYtWoHhg/s1600-h/July+08+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229061697329006402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFb6LHlh0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fkwBYtWoHhg/s200/July+08+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We enjoyed visiting with friends and family, it was good to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we drove up to Santa Rosa.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFch3ctS0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/LSSPNa5YZlg/s1600-h/July+08+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229062379243653954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFch3ctS0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/LSSPNa5YZlg/s200/July+08+094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and crashed!&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/6653206817791499945-5691915444014893954?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5691915444014893954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=5691915444014893954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5691915444014893954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5691915444014893954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-are-finally-back-from-our-long-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFPYQ1ehGI/AAAAAAAAACg/iKprfTEp-IA/s72-c/July+08+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-673043963053038963</id><published>2008-07-30T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:26:52.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, seriously, don't you just want to eat her! This is Charlie's older girlfriend Mya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFMKgqeMrI/AAAAAAAAACA/gRhKdndw4aw/s1600-h/July+08+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229044385804333746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFMKgqeMrI/AAAAAAAAACA/gRhKdndw4aw/s400/July+08+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, if I do say so myself, those are some pretty good looking pants. They are from my Summer line of clothing. Mya makes a beautiful model.&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/6653206817791499945-673043963053038963?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/673043963053038963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=673043963053038963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/673043963053038963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/673043963053038963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-seriously-dont-you-just-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFMKgqeMrI/AAAAAAAAACA/gRhKdndw4aw/s72-c/July+08+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-419667041239114148</id><published>2008-07-30T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:21:49.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone loves a bachelorette party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFLReFtJII/AAAAAAAAAB4/ByTFx-NuM5E/s1600-h/July+08+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229043405860709506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFLReFtJII/AAAAAAAAAB4/ByTFx-NuM5E/s320/July+08+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My SIL is getting married, and we all celebrated in San Diego.  Good Times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-419667041239114148?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/419667041239114148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=419667041239114148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/419667041239114148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/419667041239114148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/07/everyone-loves-bachelorette-party.html' title='Everyone loves a bachelorette party!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFLReFtJII/AAAAAAAAAB4/ByTFx-NuM5E/s72-c/July+08+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-1062505668476274115</id><published>2008-07-30T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:16:13.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The itsy bitsy spider</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFKgKDIK3I/AAAAAAAAABo/zJocJ405A-Y/s1600-h/July+08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229042558667598706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFKgKDIK3I/AAAAAAAAABo/zJocJ405A-Y/s400/July+08+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's the cutest little spider I've ever seen.&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/6653206817791499945-1062505668476274115?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1062505668476274115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=1062505668476274115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1062505668476274115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/1062505668476274115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/07/itsy-bitsy-spider.html' title='The itsy bitsy spider'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFKgKDIK3I/AAAAAAAAABo/zJocJ405A-Y/s72-c/July+08+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-6581992937440961606</id><published>2008-07-30T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:14:35.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys do dishes too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFJzD6Ze4I/AAAAAAAAABg/QQs-COuKI3k/s1600-h/July+08+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229041783926258562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFJzD6Ze4I/AAAAAAAAABg/QQs-COuKI3k/s400/July+08+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a big breakfast, the dishes must be done! Here dad is being a great role model. Besides a lesson, Charlie is also getting a little ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-6581992937440961606?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6581992937440961606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=6581992937440961606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6581992937440961606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/6581992937440961606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/07/boys-do-dishes-too.html' title='Boys do dishes too!'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SJFJzD6Ze4I/AAAAAAAAABg/QQs-COuKI3k/s72-c/July+08+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-5113205844674467685</id><published>2008-07-05T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:54:19.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SHAHQDa91zI/AAAAAAAAABI/BJTg12Mj7jQ/s1600-h/charlie2months,july4th,wedding+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219679940500117298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SHAHQDa91zI/AAAAAAAAABI/BJTg12Mj7jQ/s400/charlie2months,july4th,wedding+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can life get any sweeter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SHAIitlpXMI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xv2wcutA2hc/s1600-h/charlie2months,july4th,wedding+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219681360568474818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SHAIitlpXMI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xv2wcutA2hc/s400/charlie2months,july4th,wedding+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it depends who you ask!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-5113205844674467685?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5113205844674467685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=5113205844674467685' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5113205844674467685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/5113205844674467685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/07/enjoying-life.html' title='Enjoying life'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SHAHQDa91zI/AAAAAAAAABI/BJTg12Mj7jQ/s72-c/charlie2months,july4th,wedding+062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653206817791499945.post-7314520888881697996</id><published>2008-07-05T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:40:42.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wedding in pardise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SHAFHXn-qUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SXHnBUfl2AA/s1600-h/charlie2months,july4th,wedding+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SHAGKHYNiAI/AAAAAAAAABA/sfiQ5sYlgmI/s1600-h/charlie2months,july4th,wedding+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219677254383330770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SHAEzs20ZdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gc9BF9_cnB0/s400/charlie2months,july4th,wedding+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We recently got back for Punta Mita Mexico, and already miss it. Here is Papa carrying Kaylee out of the ocean, and it also happens to be the wedding site for Brian and Danielle's wedding as well. It was beatuiful and we were so happy to be included, and can't wait to see the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6653206817791499945-7314520888881697996?l=buttercupmaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7314520888881697996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6653206817791499945&amp;postID=7314520888881697996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7314520888881697996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6653206817791499945/posts/default/7314520888881697996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buttercupmaker.blogspot.com/2008/07/wedding-in-pardise.html' title='A wedding in pardise'/><author><name>my little buttercup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12990197017111347200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SX4nfs1It6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FwP4v0BmBY/S220/seattle,kentheather,seanswedding+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kXPMFUaXJQU/SHAEzs20ZdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gc9BF9_cnB0/s72-c/charlie2months,july4th,wedding+061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
