<?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-6746641680633669563</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:37:01.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Became 3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-3852138468298519971</id><published>2009-08-23T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:22:39.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts of  25-35 Year Olds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stole this from someones Facebook&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the "people you may know" feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There is a great need for sarcasm font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the f was going on when I first saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- LOL has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a *** from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bad decisions make good stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier &amp;amp; sluttier every year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There's nothing like being made to feel like a fat bastard before dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s71.photobucket.com/albums/i160/taken_411/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i160/taken_411/Image1.png" border="0" /&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/6746641680633669563-3852138468298519971?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/3852138468298519971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thoughts-of-25-35-year-olds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/3852138468298519971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/3852138468298519971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thoughts-of-25-35-year-olds.html' title='Random Thoughts of  25-35 Year Olds'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-7521517845146596387</id><published>2009-08-20T22:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:43:10.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Video Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Man why can't I remember to update this thing.  Ok this past month has been another busy one for us, but then again, when isn't it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don’t know Mat personally let me fill you in a little. For as long as I’ve known him (7 years) he has played video games. I didn’t know the extent of it until after we got married.  He would play whenever he could.  Once Rory was born he cut back a lot.  Well lately it had gotten bad and I mean BAD! It really started to take away from his family. I didn’t want him to choose between the games or us but defiantly had to put my foot down.  I don’t think he even knew how bad it had gotten until confronted him about it.  I told him I didn’t mind him playing when Rory is napping or in bed but that he doesn’t need to be playing when Rory is awake.  Mat told me to hide the power cord for it until he learned how to play his guitar that he just had to have 2 years.  I agreed.  The next thing I knew he is talking about selling all of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked! I mean, I always thought I’d be married to Mat and his games. So he went to GameStop and they were only going to give us like $200. Are you kidding me?! We have put over a grand into this addiction of his over the years.  So I hit up Craigslist. I came across an ad from some kid that was willing to trade all his paintball gear for an Xbox with all the bells and whistles.  Mat has always wanted to get into paintballing but buying all the equipment for it is very pricing. Plus Mat has a habit of buying things and then never using them, again the guitar and all his camping gear.  So Mat called the kid and they made the trade.  I think the trade was harder on me than it was for him. But I am very happy to have my hubby back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that the video games are gone, expect my Wii, Mat has gotten serious about his guitar. He called a guy who teaches out of his home and has had about 3 lessons now. I cannot believe how quick he is picking it up. I love listening to him practice.  Rory loves the guitar as you can see in the last post.  I am so proud of him for finally deciding to learn to play and sticking to it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye video gaming husband. Hello my paintballing, guitar playing husband!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s71.photobucket.com/albums/i160/taken_411/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i160/taken_411/Image1.png" border="0" /&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/6746641680633669563-7521517845146596387?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/7521517845146596387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-long-video-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7521517845146596387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7521517845146596387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-long-video-games.html' title='So Long Video Games'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-9105339274270393128</id><published>2009-08-05T22:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:53:14.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SnpFavuS0JI/AAAAAAAAARs/RmggPt7AQCQ/s1600-h/DSCN0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366678231754920082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SnpFavuS0JI/AAAAAAAAARs/RmggPt7AQCQ/s400/DSCN0740.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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s71.photobucket.com/albums/i160/taken_411/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i160/taken_411/Image1.png" border="0" /&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/6746641680633669563-9105339274270393128?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/9105339274270393128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/9105339274270393128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/9105339274270393128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SnpFavuS0JI/AAAAAAAAARs/RmggPt7AQCQ/s72-c/DSCN0740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-3974095337411728128</id><published>2009-07-28T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:32:15.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Painted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My wall is done....it is FINALLY painted!!!! So Friday night after we put Rory in bed we moved the furniture and started painting. YAY! I was so excited. After we got done with the first coat Mat said it would be to dark if we added a second. As we were starring at the freshly painted wall we noticed we missed some spots. So Mat decided to touch them. Bad idea. The next morning when we woke up we decided it did need a second coat. So after Rory went down for his nap we did the second coat. I'm so glad we did, it looks so much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sm8LlwFUd3I/AAAAAAAAARk/nli2B4kq7p0/s1600-h/DSCN0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363518424411830130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sm8LlwFUd3I/AAAAAAAAARk/nli2B4kq7p0/s320/DSCN0643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I completely forgot to take a before picture but you can see the color of the before wall here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sm8LlQBGSiI/AAAAAAAAARc/k-z1pWjVzqI/s1600-h/DSCN0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363518415804189218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sm8LlQBGSiI/AAAAAAAAARc/k-z1pWjVzqI/s320/DSCN0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is an after shot. The camera doesn't do it justice. The beige color has a purple under hue and so does the brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sm8LlLNA01I/AAAAAAAAARU/N6q4e0EfmKA/s1600-h/DSCN0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363518414511985490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sm8LlLNA01I/AAAAAAAAARU/N6q4e0EfmKA/s320/DSCN0687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s71.photobucket.com/albums/i160/taken_411/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i160/taken_411/Image1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-3974095337411728128?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/3974095337411728128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-painted.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/3974095337411728128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/3974095337411728128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-painted.html' title='Its Painted!'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sm8LlwFUd3I/AAAAAAAAARk/nli2B4kq7p0/s72-c/DSCN0643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-7563782827559878445</id><published>2009-07-23T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:12:24.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picked A Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm soooo excited i got the color for the living room. For those who don't remember i found the color i wanted a while back but while i was on vacation Mat decided he didnt like the color. He said it was too dark and that completely bummed me out. So we have been going back and forth about color choices. It amazes me how talking about our color choices reflex's our personalities. Mat likes the bright and cheery colors while i like the warm and cozy ones. We are only doing an accent wall and the main wall is sooo hard to flow with. Its a tanish color with a little purple hue to it. I love the color so much nicer than off white or anything like that. Its just hard to find a color to go with it. Since Mat vetoed my choice we found another color, a greenish brown color. It was really pretty so we bought a little trial size of it. Good thing we did because it did not go well with main wall. Back to square one. Cristina came over yesterday to go to Home Depot with me to look for another color and there it was.....the perfect color. It looks just like my first choice just a few shades lighter. We took the swatch home and i showed it to Mat and he liked it. YIPPEE!!! So Friday night after Rory goes to bed Mat and I are going to paint the wall. I'm soooo excited. I'll have pictures up as soon as we are done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s71.photobucket.com/albums/i160/taken_411/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i160/taken_411/Image1.png" border="0" /&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/6746641680633669563-7563782827559878445?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/7563782827559878445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/07/picked-color_23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7563782827559878445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7563782827559878445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/07/picked-color_23.html' title='Picked A Color'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-1806642316107496191</id><published>2009-07-22T09:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:31:58.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmcbcX1BAwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/JOto4QsTsjE/s1600-h/l_bf5361b3f3875548c7b604c62d2927a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361284055654531842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmcbcX1BAwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/JOto4QsTsjE/s320/l_bf5361b3f3875548c7b604c62d2927a7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361284058975560770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmcbckMz5EI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0wZYE_9yCpE/s320/l_8b9a390c75ed4687a6a4515fc2d664c4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361289925872784850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmcgyEGHFdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Yj5SypuQLQw/s320/100_1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361289438662163778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmcgVtGC_UI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-U9t_3iZyGA/s320/DSCN0640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its supposed to be wordless but look i made my first signature. yay go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s71.photobucket.com/albums/i160/taken_411/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i160/taken_411/Image1.png" border="0" /&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/6746641680633669563-1806642316107496191?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/1806642316107496191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/1806642316107496191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/1806642316107496191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-wordless-wednesday.html' title='My First Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmcbcX1BAwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/JOto4QsTsjE/s72-c/l_bf5361b3f3875548c7b604c62d2927a7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-7508444731214509568</id><published>2009-07-21T13:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:13:06.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh man its been way too long since I've updated. Let's see where i left off......oh yea i went on an extended vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vacation was a blast and went by way too fast. I will NEVER travel with a child alone again.....EVER! Luckily on one of the flights i sat next to some boy scouts and they helped me out but all the other flights did any one help? Nope. Even going through security was hell. I had to take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cups out of the bag for them to test, get Rory out of his stroller, break down the stroller, put the stroller on the belt all while making sure little man doesn't run off. And the worst part of it, the workers are just standing there starring at you. Thanks for your help! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so relieved to finally land into Wichita. We were a little early which is even better. My heart started to pound as i thought about finally seeing my mom. I'm such a mommas girl and miss her so much. I get to the end and i cant find her but out of no where there's Kendra!!! I just started crying. I didn't know she was going to surprise me like that. We change Rory and when we got done there was my momma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next week and a half is a blur. There was so much to get done for Kendra's wedding. Everyday we had something to do or somewhere to go. The day of her wedding finally came and thankfully it stopped raining just in time for pictures and ceremony. My speech was brilliant. And Kendra looked gorgeous as always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While Kendra was on her honeymoon mom, Rory and I went to go visit my grandma in Manhattan. I just wanted to hold on to her the whole time. I kills me to be away from her in her condition. It was so terrible having to saying goodbye but had to.  The next day Mats parents and little sister were in town for a wedding so we went and spent some time with them in the pool. I didn't realized how much he has grown until Kim and I were talking about it. Katie's wedding was beautiful and Rory had a blast on the dance floor with all the other kids. Unfortunately i had to peel him of the floor to go pick up my mom from work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last week I was there was very eventful. Mom and I, along with Kendra, took Rory to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;water park&lt;/span&gt; and boy did we have a blast. Rory is such a little fish. And boy is he a flirt. He kept blowing kisses to the lifeguards. It was so cute, my little ladies man. The next day Kendra, mom and I took Rory to the zoo and got mauled by goats in the petting zoo. I was really surprised that Rory went near them. Last time we took him to the petting zoo he freaked out. The zoo was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; more fun now that he is older and knows his animals. After the zoo Kendra and I made our appointments for our tattoos. Yes I got a tattoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kendra and I have been talking about getting a tattoo together for awhile now, but never have. So now it seemed like the perfect time. We both got the Celtic symbol for friendship with an emphasis on sister love.  She got hers on her right foot and I got mine on my left. Kendra and I have been friends for 6 years now and i cant imagine us not being in each others lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day came for us to leave and boy was it a sad sad day. Mom and I said a quick goodbye so that neither of us would cry. I was so excited to go home but didn't want to leave everyone. I didn't even get to see half the people that i wanted to either.  The flight wasn't bad, I'm just glad i sat to nice people to played with Rory.  He got in around 1030pm and since Mat was at work a friend had to pick us up. Now i know i have high hopes but i cant help it. I had this vision of me walking through my front door to see a nice clean house, my walls painted and maybe even flowers on the dinning room table. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; yeah right. The house was trashed and it smelled funky. I put Rory to sleep and just cried. I was back to the world of reality. Back to cooking and cleaning. boo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was as giddy as a school girl the next morning waiting for Mat to get home. It felt like it had been forever since I'd seen him. After a few dozen kisses Mat said he was going to take us somewhere. We ended up at Middleton Place which is a plantation not too far and its the worlds oldest landscaped gardens or something like that. I was really pretty except the part where we got lost using a map. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since being home Ive really had to get back into the swing of things. I clean the carpets, caught up on the laundry and unpacked a few more boxes. I'm sure i left out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much but that's the most of it.  I will have pictures up all this next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicole and Rory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-7508444731214509568?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/7508444731214509568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7508444731214509568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7508444731214509568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back.html' title='Im Back!!!'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-7477189390024198451</id><published>2009-06-09T22:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:24:53.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rory and I leave tomorrow morning for Wichita for a friends wedding/family visit. We will be back in 22 days!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-7477189390024198451?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/7477189390024198451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/06/leaving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7477189390024198451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7477189390024198451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/06/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-2691598951040698813</id><published>2009-06-06T15:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:33:16.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Dumb Sauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bad thing number 3 happened yesterday. Mat come home yesterday shortly after i wrote the previous blog. We pretty much just hung out until dinner time when stupidity happened. I have mandolin that i hardly ever get to use. So since we were having fajitas i decided to use it to slice the peppers. I couldn't find the finger guard....can you see where this is going.....and was on my last slice when my finger was too close. On that final stroke my finger i guess was too close and off the side/tip went. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uggg&lt;/span&gt; i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; mad at myself. Mat can in and was like your dumb. Thanks dear. But he was right. It blend for about and hour before it finally stopped. And go figure its on my left hand (I'm left handed). Hopefully it will heal fast. And for your lovely viewing pleasure pictures the the injury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344375864075894274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SisJiFxqPgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Dw7xH-L0QxA/s400/100_5895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SisJh9kyuMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/VCvUcYf1WpI/s1600-h/100_5894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344375861874440386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SisJh9kyuMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/VCvUcYf1WpI/s400/100_5894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SisJhm8AePI/AAAAAAAAAPc/03jU0UTsxfg/s1600-h/100_5893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344375855797795058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SisJhm8AePI/AAAAAAAAAPc/03jU0UTsxfg/s400/100_5893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SisJhT8KocI/AAAAAAAAAPU/O47T3ERReQM/s1600-h/100_5890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344375850698187202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SisJhT8KocI/AAAAAAAAAPU/O47T3ERReQM/s400/100_5890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SisJhAtzecI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Hbevd8dkz2I/s1600-h/100_5888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344375845537675714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SisJhAtzecI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Hbevd8dkz2I/s400/100_5888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-2691598951040698813?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/2691598951040698813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-dumb-sauce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/2691598951040698813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/2691598951040698813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-dumb-sauce.html' title='Im Dumb Sauce'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SisJiFxqPgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Dw7xH-L0QxA/s72-c/100_5895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-2192727289193191036</id><published>2009-06-05T10:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:20:23.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much For Making Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;furious&lt;/span&gt; i don't even know where to start.  Okay....breath....I (and Rory) leave in 5 days for Wichita and will be gone for 22 days. So of course i want to spend as much time as possible with my husband. I thought i had finally gotten good luck when the schedule changed and it actually benefited us. Mats was off Monday-Wednesday went to work Thursday morning and was supposed to home this morning (Friday) and then have the rest of Friday-Monday off, work all day Tuesday then I leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well Mat called at 10:30 this morning and said he is staying to get some things done that the other workers could do but he wants to make sure they do it right. Now first of all &lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt; he was staying late, he is usually home by 8:30.  I'm glad my husband is so good at his job but i hate when he decides to stay. No one is making him. He could be home with the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now i know i have the rest of the weekend with him, and i just had 3 days too.  I should just be thankful he is home at all. But darn it i had plans for us. We had made plans. I should of known better than to have made plans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well i guess it just goes hand in hand with being a Marine wife. Hopefully the rest of my weekend will go right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-2192727289193191036?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/2192727289193191036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-much-for-making-plans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/2192727289193191036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/2192727289193191036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-much-for-making-plans.html' title='So Much For Making Plans'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-8181573333174928879</id><published>2009-06-03T09:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:08:42.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Things Happen in 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So they say bad things happen is 3s....well if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the case 2 down 1 more to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1. The other day we received a letter in the mail saying that our Gap Insurance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; cover the total amount we owed on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Altima&lt;/span&gt; Mat wrecked nearly a year ago. Great. Just as we start to get our debit paid off we acquire a new one. They want it in one lump sum but they are going to have to deal with payments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2. We were headed home yesterday after running errand when we hear some strange noise. We pull over and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; you ya know more bad luck. There is a rod sticking out of our tire. Not a nail a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt; rod!!!! And we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have normal tires, we have to have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nitrous&lt;/span&gt; filled tires. My first thought is 'great its going to cost an arm and a leg to fix and ill have to tap into my vacation money'. Luckily we were close to a friends house so we drove over there til we figured out what to do. Mat called the dealership and they said they could fix it for cheap. So we (meaning Mat) put on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;donut&lt;/span&gt; and off we went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343102751888671394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SiaDpNS8gqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Bv8HitA33VQ/s400/4400_99767649168_502019168_1733583_487093_n.jpg" border="0" /&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;So number 3, whatever you may be, please stay away. Far far far far far away. Thank you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-8181573333174928879?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/8181573333174928879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-things-happen-in-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/8181573333174928879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/8181573333174928879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-things-happen-in-3.html' title='Bad Things Happen in 3'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SiaDpNS8gqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Bv8HitA33VQ/s72-c/4400_99767649168_502019168_1733583_487093_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-7361039221757782988</id><published>2009-05-27T22:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:09:21.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn Video Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have 2 tv's. 1 is in the living room (duh) and the other is in our room. The reason we have always had 2 is so that Mat can play his games and i can watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. Well for whatever reason, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not entirely sure how it happened, Mat hooked up his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; in the living room. Now i typically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; care, i could just go to the room and watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; is in the living room. So here i sit asking Mat to take it upstairs so i can watch my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DVR'd&lt;/span&gt; shows. I think ill just go to bed instead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;. I hate video games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-7361039221757782988?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/7361039221757782988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/05/darn-video-games.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7361039221757782988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7361039221757782988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/05/darn-video-games.html' title='Darn Video Games'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-8810004810039447836</id><published>2009-05-26T14:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:13:13.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Over Due!</title><content type='html'>Wow its been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; time since Ive posted anything. May has been such a crazy busy month i don't even know where to start.  As you may remember me posting we were moving into our friends' townhouse since they got stationed in Wyoming.  Their last day was the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, so the first part of May was packing and getting everything in order to move. I had this all planned out. Mat was on a 96 (4 day weekend) the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;- 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. So the game plan was for me to paint the kitchen and living room and Wednesday the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Well of course nothing can go the way we plan. Mat had to work running guard (24 on 24 off) until farther notice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GRRR&lt;/span&gt;!!! So instead we moved in on Thursday and Saturday. It was such a mess, and Mat was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; exhausted. So last week was all dedicated to unpacking which i didn't get done as fast as i would have liked. Its hard with Rory right behind me messing everything up, and then when Mat is home he doesn't want to unpack and neither do i. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  The living room and kitchen are unpacked and most of the other stuff. But there is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the painting goes we are going to put that on hold until i come back from my vacation back home. I hoping Mat will do it while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gone but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not going to hold my breath.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory absolutely LOVES the new place. He goes up and down the stairs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;allll&lt;/span&gt; day and then he is nice and tired for bed time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for stairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; adjusting as well as everyone else is. They are totally freaking out right now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure what it is but we are just having to crate train the dogs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alll&lt;/span&gt; over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Rory is up from his nap but i will post pictures later. Thanks and ill try and post more that everything has settled down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-8810004810039447836?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/8810004810039447836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-over-due.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/8810004810039447836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/8810004810039447836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-over-due.html' title='Well Over Due!'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-6875202130722877649</id><published>2009-05-05T11:22:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:33:13.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh Target why do you have to have such an amazing sale this week? The one thing i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SgBbR6fCS1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/msdlbdttZQ4/s1600-h/dyson.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; more than anything for our new house is a vacuum that works. A &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SgBbwH9annI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YtHiEY92vJo/s1600-h/dyson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332362841135160946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SgBbwH9annI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YtHiEY92vJo/s400/dyson1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dyson, my one true vacuuming love! On sale for over $100 off. I so badly want to get one but then i would have no money to go home on vacation with. Maybe some day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SgBa3C_j9xI/AAAAAAAAAOk/oy2tI3EHx2Y/s1600-h/dyson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/6746641680633669563-6875202130722877649?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/6875202130722877649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/6875202130722877649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/6875202130722877649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-one.html' title='I Want One'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SgBbwH9annI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YtHiEY92vJo/s72-c/dyson1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-1263295180682266721</id><published>2009-04-27T22:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:10:24.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Months Already?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 18 months baby boy! I am completely dumbfounded when i try and think where the time has gone. I can honestly say it feels like just a few months ago i found out i was pregnant. Yet, at the same time, I don't remember what life was like before him. People tell you motherhood changes your life but you never fully understand it until it happens. I can not even try to describe how much i love this little guy. I am so thankful to have him and can not imagine my life without him. Here is a little look back on his past 18 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZx1m-JHbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vf6Hsbwh1_I/s1600-h/newborn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329572374847757746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZx1m-JHbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vf6Hsbwh1_I/s320/newborn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; One of Rory's very first pictures while still at the hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZx1l-rwdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hiRKY_mRcLQ/s1600-h/3+months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329572374581592530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZx1l-rwdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hiRKY_mRcLQ/s320/3+months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My oh so very happy 3 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZxYu-aiGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/he9atLU5Ig8/s1600-h/6+months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329571878780176482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZxYu-aiGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/he9atLU5Ig8/s320/6+months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my all time favorite pictures of him. 6 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZxYZvZAFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/g1u2s0yQ80o/s1600-h/9+months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329571873080016978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZxYZvZAFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/g1u2s0yQ80o/s320/9+months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My formal yet ready to party 9 month old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZxYSrT8eI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Qt3KVH2eZvw/s1600-h/12+months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329571871183860194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZxYSrT8eI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Qt3KVH2eZvw/s320/12+months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My adorable 1 year old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZxYL-dfWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zi6eg7M9nXA/s1600-h/100_5091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329571869385129314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZxYL-dfWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zi6eg7M9nXA/s320/100_5091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being a cool dude as always. 15 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZxX0tu8mI/AAAAAAAAANs/RUgz20Vf20w/s1600-h/100_5547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329571863140954722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZxX0tu8mI/AAAAAAAAANs/RUgz20Vf20w/s320/100_5547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The most recent picture of Rory, sorry i don't have anything newer my camera battery died. Almost 18 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Nicole &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-1263295180682266721?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/1263295180682266721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/04/18-months-already.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/1263295180682266721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/1263295180682266721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/04/18-months-already.html' title='18 Months Already?!'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SfZx1m-JHbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vf6Hsbwh1_I/s72-c/newborn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-5364413055044932929</id><published>2009-04-18T15:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:29:46.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does He Ever Sit Still?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy o boy Rory is always on the go. Mat was in the bedroom playing his Xbox and Rory and i were playing in the living room. Rory would run between the two rooms squealing and having a ball when Mat yells for me to come into the room quick. I dash in there to find Rory climbing into the entertainment center. I couldn't stop laughing, he is just too silly! I love that little guy! Hope everyone is having an &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt; weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SeopyL3s3vI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eru9ji7PhcI/s1600-h/100_5544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326115451475648242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SeopyL3s3vI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eru9ji7PhcI/s320/100_5544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Seopx8-f8tI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mT7u0eCgH6o/s1600-h/100_5543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326115447477629650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Seopx8-f8tI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mT7u0eCgH6o/s320/100_5543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SeopxnI7-TI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8sPRwsw4FyQ/s1600-h/100_5542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326115441615829298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SeopxnI7-TI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8sPRwsw4FyQ/s320/100_5542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ Nicole ♥&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/6746641680633669563-5364413055044932929?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/5364413055044932929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/04/does-he-ever-sit-still.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/5364413055044932929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/5364413055044932929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/04/does-he-ever-sit-still.html' title='Does He Ever Sit Still?!'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SeopyL3s3vI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eru9ji7PhcI/s72-c/100_5544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-2007182280295745630</id><published>2009-04-16T12:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:49:10.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rory is ridiculously scared of vacuums for some reason. Even if the vacuum is in the room he runs and hides or comes to me. Which i wont lie i love when we comes and cuddles with me almost too the point were i want to leave the vacuum in the living room so he will never leave my lap. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; just kidding.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kindof&lt;/span&gt;. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SedhEuxUSrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xSWB72l6pP4/s1600-h/100_5532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325331818291153586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SedhEuxUSrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xSWB72l6pP4/s320/100_5532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SedhEV0SmMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lDOnzFAXwCw/s1600-h/100_5531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325331811592739010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SedhEV0SmMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lDOnzFAXwCw/s320/100_5531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325331807602161362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SedhEG83NtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/k36EVPX4At8/s320/100_5529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SedhD6sQPII/AAAAAAAAAMM/uRw3ZBkOktI/s1600-h/100_5528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325331804311272578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SedhD6sQPII/AAAAAAAAAMM/uRw3ZBkOktI/s320/100_5528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;hearts; Nicole &amp;hearts;&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/6746641680633669563-2007182280295745630?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/2007182280295745630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/04/silly-boy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/2007182280295745630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/2007182280295745630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/04/silly-boy.html' title='Silly Boy'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SedhEuxUSrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xSWB72l6pP4/s72-c/100_5532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-6875880643551707280</id><published>2009-04-13T20:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:41:25.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Still Has It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After 7 years together Mat still had the ability to surprise me. Yesterday Cristina came over and gave Rory a chocolate Easter bunny. Now since he is only 18 months he cant fully enjoy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yummyness&lt;/span&gt; of it so Mat decided we would enjoy it for him. After Rory went to bed Mat melted the bunny and cut up some bananas, rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;krispies&lt;/span&gt; and got some pretzels. He set it all up like a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fondue&lt;/span&gt; dessert date. It was the sweetest thing. I love him so much and i love how he still does little things that melt my heart. No pun intended : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;hearts; Nicole ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-6875880643551707280?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/6875880643551707280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-still-has-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/6875880643551707280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/6875880643551707280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-still-has-it.html' title='He Still Has It!'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-1377461685213689149</id><published>2009-04-12T15:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:29:24.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s71.photobucket.com/albums/i160/taken_411/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EggsBasketSparkles.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i160/taken_411/EggsBasketSparkles.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY EASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope Everyone has a Blessed and Happy Easter!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥ Nicole ♥&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/6746641680633669563-1377461685213689149?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-4451320675575996351</id><published>2009-04-09T15:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:17:49.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ 4 Day Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; First off I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; sorry i haven't blogged in a while. This past weekend Mat was on a 96, so he had Friday through Monday off. Since 96s only came around once a month we tend to treasure them. Since Thursday was our anniversary we decided to go out on Friday, Saturday was the Easter egg hunt at the complex and Sunday Rory was getting his first hair cut! Such a busy weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been a long time since we have gone out just the two of us. Mat and I both wanted to go see &lt;em&gt;The Knowing&lt;/em&gt; with Nicolas Cage so Thursday night we planned our date. The movie started at 5:00 so we would drop off Rory around 4:00 at our friends Brittney's house then go grab something for dinner after the movie. Friday came and i was ecstatic. We got all beautified and headed to Brittney's. It was surprisingly hard to say good bye to little man. We got to the movies and to our surprise they changed their movies times!!! I mean seriously who changes movie times on Friday?! How are people supposed to plan their dates if the times are going to change? The only movie that hadn't already started was &lt;em&gt;The Haunting in Connecticut.&lt;/em&gt; We we rent thrilled about it but we decided to see it any ways. The movie didn't suck but i wouldn't buy it. After the movie we picked up Rory and took him to dinner at Chilli's. It was such a relaxing, enjoyable evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the big Easter egg hunt at the apartment complex. This was Rory's first official Easter since last year he was too little to enjoy it. We bought him the cutest little basket and filled it all sorts of goodies. We got the Easter egg hunt early and I'm glad we did. We are talking to the office manager when out of nowhere a squirrel comes and stills one of the eggs. It was the funniest thing. He started going up the tree, then dropped the egg, grab the egg again then tried to run away. He finally dropped the egg and left. It was too funny. Slowly people started showing up and so did the Easter bunny. At first he was scared of the bunny but boy did he finally come around. He would not leave the bunny alone. After everyone got their pictures with the bunny the hunt began. The had it broken up into three age groups, 0-3,4-8, and 9-12. The little ones were up first. Let the hunt begin! We were really proud of Rory he would pick up the egg and put it in his basket. He did get a little sidetracked because the Easter bunny tried to help him. We thought we did great but when we had to count the eggs for the prize we didn't do so hot. The winner found 33 eggs we only found 12 : ( but he had fun and that's all that matters. Rory was on a little sugar rush when we got home which made for a long evening but he finally crashed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323065040622577010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sd9Tc56b5XI/AAAAAAAAALk/JN3QhradtB8/s320/100_5459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323065046361336066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sd9TdPSqaQI/AAAAAAAAALs/H77qDqJ1fkw/s320/100_5477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun came up Sunday morning and i wished it hadn't. I was NOT looking forward to Rory's haircut. We all know i was against a hair cut. I loved his little curls and didn't want to take them away but it was starting to look like a mullet. After breakfast we headed off to the salon and Rory had no idea what was about to happen. We sat Rory on the chair and he was no having that. I told Mat to get the portable highchair out of the truck. Rory finally settled down but not for long. He did NOT want his hair cut! We even tried giving him a sucker but it didn't work. He kept reaching for me so i bent down and gave him a hug but he wouldn't let go. The girl cutting his hair told me to just stay in the position i was and she would just cut over me. Surprisingly it work and somehow in the mist of all of it Rory got his sucker stuck in my hair. Good thing i was there for a little trim. Finally the hair cut was over and now my little baby looks like a little boy. Even tho Rory didn't enjoy the experience i think it was more traumatic for me than him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323065052106778290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sd9Tdkse5rI/AAAAAAAAAL0/m4yPJ0vOpNQ/s320/100_5510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Notice the sucker in my hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323065061987039378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sd9TeJgHuJI/AAAAAAAAAME/aRGCTqHeupg/s320/100_5515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323065055653267090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sd9Tdx6CBpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ReIDnDRvda4/s320/100_5514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The rest of Sunday and then all day Monday we just relaxed from our busy weekend. Thanks for reading, sorry it was so long. Happy Easter!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;♥ Nicole ♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-4451320675575996351?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/4451320675575996351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-4-day-weekends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/4451320675575996351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/4451320675575996351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-4-day-weekends.html' title='I &amp;hearts; 4 Day Weekends'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sd9Tc56b5XI/AAAAAAAAALk/JN3QhradtB8/s72-c/100_5459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-5683527330464683382</id><published>2009-04-02T16:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:52:57.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to Us!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today marks me and Mathew's 4 year wedding anniversary. I can not believe its been that long. As i look back on the past 4 years it amazes me how much both of us have grown. We have had our ups and downs but i am even more in love with him now than i have have been before. He is my best friend and i love how i learn something new about him all the time. Here are some pictures of just the two of us over the years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdUk7WCKMbI/AAAAAAAAALc/3KJ230NY89o/s1600-h/681913937_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320199136753627570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdUk7WCKMbI/AAAAAAAAALc/3KJ230NY89o/s320/681913937_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our 1 year anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdUk7GpeChI/AAAAAAAAALU/lSwncpqK4iE/s1600-h/n502019168_56439_8212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320199132623538706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdUk7GpeChI/AAAAAAAAALU/lSwncpqK4iE/s320/n502019168_56439_8212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd anniversary hot air ballooning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdUk7Ju4yrI/AAAAAAAAALM/DRX5vuARwwE/s1600-h/m_3993be575fd9d8f56ef33a445229c6ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320199133451569842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdUk7Ju4yrI/AAAAAAAAALM/DRX5vuARwwE/s320/m_3993be575fd9d8f56ef33a445229c6ea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdUk611hiMI/AAAAAAAAALE/vyFyJia6YPE/s1600-h/m_9b6b5db76b1f8dce14a0370b5ab76cf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320199128110696642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdUk611hiMI/AAAAAAAAALE/vyFyJia6YPE/s320/m_9b6b5db76b1f8dce14a0370b5ab76cf7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdUk629vTmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GU9I0xcb8UI/s1600-h/m_7dc612711543498883c9643591fcbf0f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320199128413589090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdUk629vTmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GU9I0xcb8UI/s320/m_7dc612711543498883c9643591fcbf0f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;hearts; Nicole &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-5683527330464683382?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/5683527330464683382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-anniversary-to-us.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/5683527330464683382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/5683527330464683382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-anniversary-to-us.html' title='Happy Anniversary to Us!!!'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdUk7WCKMbI/AAAAAAAAALc/3KJ230NY89o/s72-c/681913937_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-8308090012656925755</id><published>2009-04-01T10:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:33:44.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rory has had a very exciting week and its only Wednesday! Rory has been cutting his molars now for what seems forever. Saturday i felt his gums and he had tooth number 10. Then Sunday i felt his gums and he had tooth number 11! I now know why he has been so grouchy. So this morning i wanted to see how his top molar is coming along and wouldn't you know it its broken through too! 3 teeth in just a hand full of days! I'm glad they are finally through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdN6rE5mArI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SgQ-ndgif1g/s1600-h/100_5314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319730465322959538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdN6rE5mArI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SgQ-ndgif1g/s320/100_5314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found him in our suitcase just reading to himself. It was too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdN6qzrFelI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7yLHZw4tnDo/s1600-h/100_5420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319730460698704466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdN6qzrFelI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7yLHZw4tnDo/s320/100_5420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;hearts; Nicole &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-8308090012656925755?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/8308090012656925755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/04/teething-fool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/8308090012656925755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/8308090012656925755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/04/teething-fool.html' title='Teething Fool'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdN6rE5mArI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SgQ-ndgif1g/s72-c/100_5314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-5139711343829975920</id><published>2009-03-30T12:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:10:09.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend the circus came to town and i could not of been more excited. Mat had received a flier for free admission a few weeks ago and had been counting down since. We originally going to go to the Friday night showing at 7:30 but decided since Mat had to wake up for work in the morning that we would go Sunday instead. Sunday come and off to the circus we went. I was a little disappointed when we got there i excepted carnival rides or games or something! After waiting outside the tent for about an hour we finally went in where they had pony and camel rides. We took Rory on the pony and he wasn't too impressed but we thought we'd give the camel a try. We purchased the camel ticket only to find out Mat couldn't ride with him and obviously Rory is too little to ride by himself. i was a little disappointed. But the show went on! The show was surprisingly good and Rory did so great just sitting on my lap. There was one part where they asked for everyone to remain quite and Rory just kept happy screaming and babbling really loud. I would cover his mouth and it only made it worse. Silly boy. Once the show was over we headed home for a nice dinner. I love weekends like this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdEKt51NYpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/r7D26QhcpAM/s1600-h/100_5416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319044418635653778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdEKt51NYpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/r7D26QhcpAM/s320/100_5416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdEKtpyBenI/AAAAAAAAAKU/A6joZ70In-0/s1600-h/100_5405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319044414327323250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdEKtpyBenI/AAAAAAAAAKU/A6joZ70In-0/s320/100_5405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdEKtPh7UpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZKHFwa9KyZk/s1600-h/100_5367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319044407280489106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdEKtPh7UpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZKHFwa9KyZk/s320/100_5367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdEKsWWziSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/a7S1bC5x0dI/s1600-h/100_5364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319044391933020450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdEKsWWziSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/a7S1bC5x0dI/s320/100_5364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ Nicole ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-5139711343829975920?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/5139711343829975920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/circus-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/5139711343829975920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/5139711343829975920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/circus-time.html' title='Circus Time'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SdEKt51NYpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/r7D26QhcpAM/s72-c/100_5416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-7405422660451684547</id><published>2009-03-28T09:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:21:35.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain is Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been a typical week here in the Cavanaugh household. Mat worked, i stayed home with the baby. Mat and I spring cleaned the bedroom the other day which led us to rearrange it. I LOVE the way it looks now. Why couldn't we do this set up sooner?! We threw away a lot of junk that we thought we just had to keep. Hopefully when we move it will be a fresh clean start and cross your fingers that we change our pack ratting ways. Our next task is Rory's room and that one might take awhile since i want to go through the box of clothes that he cant fit into and sort them by size. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our next goal, well my goal, is to lose the rest of the baby weight. I'm going home in June for a friends wedding that i am in and i want this weight gone. I weighed 125-ish the day of my wedding (4 years ago) and that's my goal. I have to lose about 2 pounds a week. So who better to help me then my Marine? I've been going on 5 mile walks on the days he is working and using our &lt;em&gt;Wii Fit &lt;/em&gt;for cardio and when he is home we are off to the gym. And boy does he work me. I'm really excited to get this going and be in shape for the summer. Wish me luck and have an AMAZING weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ Nicole ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-7405422660451684547?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/7405422660451684547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/pain-is-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7405422660451684547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7405422660451684547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/pain-is-beauty.html' title='Pain is Beauty'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-8029049189898709634</id><published>2009-03-23T10:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:36:42.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating My Future Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As most of you know Mat and I are moving in May into our friends' townhouse. I am extremely excited but sad to see them go : ( I hate climbing 2 flights of stairs every time i have to take the dogs out, and you can imagine what its like with Rory, and groceries. It will be nice to actually have a kitchen with a pantry., a bedroom big enough that we will be able to finally buy a bedroom set and be able to paint and decorate with worry about holes or anything. I have always wanted a coffee themed kitchen which Mat thinks is weird because i don't drink coffee. I purchased some wall decor back in California and have bought a few things out here. My problem is I'm not sure what color to paint the walls. I was thinking a slate blue type color because my floor mats have little bit of it in them but when i was looking at all the items Ive purchased don't think that color would work, i have to much red. I'm don't know if i want red in the kitchen but maybe a dark beige color? Any tips or advice would be appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;hearts; Nicole &amp;hearts;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScerU1c4DfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NVjYrr_Y0sE/s1600-h/51ks-G5HXBL__AA260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316406259568086514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScerU1c4DfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NVjYrr_Y0sE/s320/51ks-G5HXBL__AA260_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the new rug I found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScepM_sDExI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Hh5g4MGPeD4/s1600-h/wallpapers_2047_423082964.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316403925853868818" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScepM_sDExI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Hh5g4MGPeD4/s320/wallpapers_2047_423082964.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScepM1UPiBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9noopvonweQ/s1600-h/wallpapers_2047_422896013.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316403923069667346" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScepM1UPiBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9noopvonweQ/s320/wallpapers_2047_422896013.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScepMpWH1AI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vhLt_K5vRKI/s1600-h/wallpapers_2047_422948847.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316403919856325634" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScepMpWH1AI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vhLt_K5vRKI/s320/wallpapers_2047_422948847.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScepMrsY-EI/AAAAAAAAAJM/N5KDL3etWmw/s1600-h/wallpapers_2047_423055045.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316403920486594626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScepMrsY-EI/AAAAAAAAAJM/N5KDL3etWmw/s320/wallpapers_2047_423055045.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SceoD3b3h6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/cWTCIGJWNv8/s1600-h/wallpapers_2047_422849083.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316402669508069282" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SceoD3b3h6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/cWTCIGJWNv8/s320/wallpapers_2047_422849083.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here is a coffee collection that i REALLY want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SceoEbH1MfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/P9_0TFkzKsg/s1600-h/100_5295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316402679087706610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SceoEbH1MfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/P9_0TFkzKsg/s320/100_5295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some plates that i plan on hanging up and matching towels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScenkFXeloI/AAAAAAAAAIM/r-IArj2N5T8/s1600-h/100_5296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316402123491939970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScenkFXeloI/AAAAAAAAAIM/r-IArj2N5T8/s320/100_5296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is one of the walls decors i bought in California there are 4 of them and they all say something different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScenjRi6bJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6tahITJ-qZo/s1600-h/100_5297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316402109581257874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScenjRi6bJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6tahITJ-qZo/s320/100_5297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my current floor mat but i think I'm going to replace it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScenixSabKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fFEBo0TufUM/s1600-h/100_5298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316402100922117282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScenixSabKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fFEBo0TufUM/s320/100_5298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was excited when i found this wall hanging, it says the circles can hold coupons or recipes.&lt;br /&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/6746641680633669563-8029049189898709634?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/8029049189898709634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/decorating-my-future-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/8029049189898709634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/8029049189898709634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/decorating-my-future-kitchen.html' title='Decorating My Future Kitchen'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScerU1c4DfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NVjYrr_Y0sE/s72-c/51ks-G5HXBL__AA260_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-7835607390526418813</id><published>2009-03-22T16:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:17:04.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Future Marine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day Rory grabbed Mat's combat boots and decided to put them on. It was so cute that we decided to put Mat's cover and blouse on him too. He is too adorable, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; i think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;hearts; Nicole &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Scab5TztnuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/V6ZGwNNlQuI/s1600-h/100_5281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316107819029470946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Scab5TztnuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/V6ZGwNNlQuI/s400/100_5281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Scab43GpTOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ojp9mYmw5qE/s1600-h/100_5280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316107811324251362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Scab43GpTOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ojp9mYmw5qE/s400/100_5280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/6746641680633669563-7835607390526418813?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/7835607390526418813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-future-marine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7835607390526418813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7835607390526418813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-future-marine.html' title='My Future Marine'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Scab5TztnuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/V6ZGwNNlQuI/s72-c/100_5281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-275475079241298222</id><published>2009-03-20T20:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:48:55.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I love when the weather does what i want! The other day it was sooo beautiful out. The perfect temperature, not too hot not too cold. Mat was home so we decided to go to the park. Rory loves being able to run free and i love how it tires him out! There were only a few other kids playing which was nice because i dont have to worry about Rory getting pushed down or anything. He went up to every single little girl and talked. The little girls thought he was adorable and they helped him go downs slides. It was incredibaly cute. After about a hour Rory started getting fussing and that was our clue to go home for nap time! I really hope the weather stays nice so we can go to the park and take more walks. Here are a few of the pictures. Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Nicole ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScUZIyrjNxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/16lDDDYx3uY/s1600-h/100_5258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315682574014822162" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScUZIyrjNxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/16lDDDYx3uY/s400/100_5258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScUY6idfOeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_2t6nyVTnUo/s1600-h/100_5264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315682329142704610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScUY6idfOeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_2t6nyVTnUo/s400/100_5264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScUXaM5mayI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iyIuNvGXsi4/s1600-h/100_5265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315680674087594786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScUXaM5mayI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iyIuNvGXsi4/s400/100_5265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScUXLJHoM3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/NGk1jHYGj98/s1600-h/100_5272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315680415374652274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScUXLJHoM3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/NGk1jHYGj98/s400/100_5272.JPG" border="0" /&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/6746641680633669563-275475079241298222?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/275475079241298222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/aww-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/275475079241298222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/275475079241298222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/aww-park.html' title='Aww the Park'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScUZIyrjNxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/16lDDDYx3uY/s72-c/100_5258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-6042956275619316746</id><published>2009-03-17T20:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:58:25.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Nap Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Rory is finally asleep after a rough morning. He actually had a rough week but ill get to that in a minute. Mat was on his 96 this weekend and a bunch of his friends wanted to go to Myrtle Beach for a guys weekend. So i said what the heck. So Mat left Friday afternoon. Rory and i didn't do too much that night. We did have a busy Saturday though. After Rory's nap we headed over a friends house for her little girls birthday party. We have known them for 4 years and they are one of the reason we wanted to move to South Carolina. We stayed for a few hours then headed home for the most exciting part of my weekend!!!! Shortly after i got home Brandis come over for a good ol fashioned dinner and a movie. Cristina stopped by for a little bit before she had to leave. Brandis and I ordered pizza and watched Defiantly, Maybe. I had never seen it before but always wanted too. It was soo much fun. I've missed having a girls night. I was sad when it ended but hopefully we will have another one soon. Sunday was just like any Sunday, very relaxing. Mat come later that evening and Rory was glad to see him and so was I. Rory was sooo grouchy this weekend because of his teeth so i was glad Mat can kind of deal with him for a little while. Well that about it for us. Nothing to exciting but as always here are some pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&amp;amp;hearts, Nicole and Rory &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScEnNg6scEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/M6_tYJKTDdM/s1600-h/100_5250.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314572148401795138" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScEnNg6scEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/M6_tYJKTDdM/s400/100_5250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScEnNlgNtEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0wvtqgJZOKA/s1600-h/100_5247.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314572149632906306" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScEnNlgNtEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0wvtqgJZOKA/s400/100_5247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So innocent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScEnNeaeOtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bWHz-qwlKD4/s1600-h/100_5240.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314572147729775314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScEnNeaeOtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bWHz-qwlKD4/s400/100_5240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Such a little poser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScEnNMd9cwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tmtGHZi6mkE/s1600-h/100_5239.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314572142912566018" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScEnNMd9cwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tmtGHZi6mkE/s400/100_5239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Trying to be like Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScEnMbxnlTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7WSViC9drsM/s1600-h/100_5238.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314572129841681714" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScEnMbxnlTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7WSViC9drsM/s400/100_5238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;But he has some big shoes to fill!&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/6746641680633669563-6042956275619316746?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/6042956275619316746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-for-nap-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/6042956275619316746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/6042956275619316746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-for-nap-time.html' title='Yay for Nap Time!'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/ScEnNg6scEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/M6_tYJKTDdM/s72-c/100_5250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-702640914048940780</id><published>2009-03-11T10:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:07:06.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To cut or not to cut....</title><content type='html'>So its has come to our attention that Rory's hair is getting long. I think it is cute because of his little curls but Mat however thinks he looks like a girl. So the big question now is to cut or not to cut?! What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbfFOnBng0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/46c7sIdyhjc/s1600-h/100_5237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311931140291396418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbfFOnBng0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/46c7sIdyhjc/s400/100_5237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbfFORTneRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mytI_Eq0Zck/s1600-h/100_5236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311931134461311250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbfFORTneRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mytI_Eq0Zck/s400/100_5236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbfFOTutFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yDfF3v5uExg/s1600-h/100_5231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311931135111795746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbfFOTutFCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yDfF3v5uExg/s400/100_5231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbfFONa2e_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/erz50xaQXcg/s1600-h/100_5230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311931133417913330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbfFONa2e_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/erz50xaQXcg/s400/100_5230.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;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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-702640914048940780?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/702640914048940780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-cut-or-not-to-cut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/702640914048940780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/702640914048940780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-cut-or-not-to-cut.html' title='To cut or not to cut....'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbfFOnBng0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/46c7sIdyhjc/s72-c/100_5237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-1098882286284686463</id><published>2009-03-06T18:03:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:25:16.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mats Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of Happy Birthday Mat, well belated. As i stated in the last post i had a big surprise for Mats birthday and that it was going to be a secret. Well, he is too smart for his own good! He guessed where we were going and I'm glad he did. He knew we were going down to Myrtle Beach which is about 2 hours away. I started stressing out because the person that was going to watch Rory cancelled on us. I had no idea what i was going to do. I didn't know if Rory would do well with where we were going. So since Mat knew i could tell him about the sitter dilemma. He decided that Rory would just fine and that we would just stay the night down there. I was hesitant at first. Now that i don't have a job its harder for me to be carefree with money. But i knew we really needed this little mini getaway. So we booked a room packed up the dogs, yes we bought the dogs, and we were on our way. We left at 3 o clock so we would have time to check in and not rush. Wrong! It stupid GPS took us the scenic route. So Mat ran in the the hotel checked in then took the dogs to the room. He had about 5 min to get to our destination...getting excited to know where we went? So we pull up to ....Medieval Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it probably didn't need that dramatic of a "entry" but i was super excited!!! We always wanted to go when we were in California but never went. I just found out that there was one out here last week and knew we had to go! But back to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran in knowing it had started but lucky i made reservations. They were super sweet about us being late. As soon as you get there the put a crown on you in the color of the knight you will be cheering for and take your picture. We walk into the arena it is pitch black and the Prince is being captured so there are whips cracking and scary music. Rory freaks out!!!! He is clinging to Mat for dear life! They show us to our front row seats and Rory is still not having it. They finally turned on the lights and the horses come out. Rory lets go of Mat and lets us put him in his chair. They start serving the food, dragons stew (tomato bisque), dragons scale (garlic toast), baby dragon (half a chicken), baby back dragon ribs (ribs), and dragons tongue (seasoned potato). The food was decent our Knight made up for it. Our Knight was the Black and White Knight and he wasn't too bad on the eyes. Mat said he was very Rico Suave. The show is going on the whole time and Rory is just clapping and waving the flag they give you. He was having a blast. I was given a flower from our Knight and Rory was given the Queen of Beauty of Love sash. We later found out they try and give that one to the kids. They announced Mats birthday towards the end and we were given cake. The show ends and we receive the pictures from the beginning of the show and they have transposed our faces into Knights or a Princess for me. The Knights are all lined up outside the arena for pictures. Yay up close with our Knight. haha. Rory gets his picture taken with the Princess as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we headed back to the hotel to relax. Rory is still on a sugar high from the birthday cake and the dogs are running all over the place. We all decided to go to bed around 10ish and Charlie ruined it. Every time he would hear someone in the hallway he would bark, which would wake the baby, which would wake me. Mat is just snoozing away. Finally i get Charlie to calm down and Rory goes to sleep, by this time its midnight. I thinking Rory is going to let us sleep in since he went to bed so late. Wrong again. He woke up at 8am as always. Since we were down in Myrtle Beach we had to stay for a while. The hotel was sooo nice and late us have a later check out so we could leave the dogs there while we enjoyed the beautiful weather. We grabbed some breakfast and took a nice little stroll. Check out time came and we packed up the dogs and drove home, a different faster way. We had such an amazing time. I'm so glad we went. I'll have pictures up as soon as my computer will let me. And of course here are some pictures. Sorry they are in backwards order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicole ♥ Rory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMqkIFknI/AAAAAAAAAFk/29IEfUFzJtk/s1600-h/100_5203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310250467270693490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMqkIFknI/AAAAAAAAAFk/29IEfUFzJtk/s200/100_5203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMq7x6BMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XgllzHd91Pk/s1600-h/100_5206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310250473620112578" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMq7x6BMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XgllzHd91Pk/s200/100_5206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMqMx0JiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hMf27jkxCcI/s1600-h/100_5202a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310250461003261474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMqMx0JiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hMf27jkxCcI/s200/100_5202a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMqBTfacI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cW4Ndca1ZQY/s1600-h/100_5201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310250457923283394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMqBTfacI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cW4Ndca1ZQY/s200/100_5201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMpqxkkSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EEKvUgQ1Yw4/s1600-h/100_5200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310250451875434786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMpqxkkSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EEKvUgQ1Yw4/s200/100_5200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMU-XeqEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LqIC8GuOCpM/s1600-h/100_5199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310250096357451842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMU-XeqEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LqIC8GuOCpM/s200/100_5199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMUg2hKmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yq1lyAcArLc/s1600-h/100_5198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310250088434575970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMUg2hKmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yq1lyAcArLc/s200/100_5198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMUXKD-UI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8S7l5tMRvI0/s1600-h/100_5197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310250085832194370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMUXKD-UI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8S7l5tMRvI0/s200/100_5197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMTzvKK0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/rWD_yw8NHvQ/s1600-h/100_5195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310250076324113218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMTzvKK0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/rWD_yw8NHvQ/s200/100_5195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMTis2dLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/StAtR8S8dsA/s1600-h/100_5194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310250071751029938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMTis2dLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/StAtR8S8dsA/s200/100_5194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJwONamuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hvZnXID6KUc/s1600-h/100_5193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310247265931795170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJwONamuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hvZnXID6KUc/s200/100_5193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJv6eh_eI/AAAAAAAAAEU/doM8Hjr0E1w/s1600-h/100_5192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310247260634873314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJv6eh_eI/AAAAAAAAAEU/doM8Hjr0E1w/s200/100_5192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJvQzdTtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aUtsbM9J8n0/s1600-h/100_5191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310247249448357586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJvQzdTtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aUtsbM9J8n0/s200/100_5191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJuk_ZSHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/i5M9zdYw2Z4/s1600-h/100_5186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310247237687265394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJuk_ZSHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/i5M9zdYw2Z4/s200/100_5186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJuAlUIBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RGN9MeQbuS8/s1600-h/100_5185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310247227914199058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJuAlUIBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RGN9MeQbuS8/s200/100_5185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJOCafeOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cBVlG9qLyEc/s1600-h/100_5183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310246678649862370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJOCafeOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cBVlG9qLyEc/s200/100_5183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJNjZkxkI/AAAAAAAAADs/H_5e9ZCeP0g/s1600-h/100_5182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310246670324516418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJNjZkxkI/AAAAAAAAADs/H_5e9ZCeP0g/s200/100_5182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310246661757864242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJNDfICTI/AAAAAAAAADk/1tJadoBIF0s/s200/100_5181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJMkLZS0I/AAAAAAAAADc/1QFyIUNnPkA/s1600-h/100_5177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310246653353610050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHJMkLZS0I/AAAAAAAAADc/1QFyIUNnPkA/s200/100_5177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMpqxkkSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EEKvUgQ1Yw4/s1600-h/100_5200.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/6746641680633669563-1098882286284686463?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/1098882286284686463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/mats-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/1098882286284686463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/1098882286284686463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/mats-birthday.html' title='Mats Birthday'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SbHMqkIFknI/AAAAAAAAAFk/29IEfUFzJtk/s72-c/100_5203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-4637597669092828541</id><published>2009-03-04T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:35:45.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Rory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So its 1 day til Mats birthday and I'm super excited! I have a big surprise for him. Sorry can't say what it is because for the first time I'm actually going to make Mat wait to know what it is. Its been a fun few days. I'm so glad i am feeling better and able to play with Rory. We decided to build a fort in the living room. I was having a blast building it thinking we were going to have so much fun. But noooooo Rory climb in just long enough for me to take a pic with my phone (camera is dead) then crawled out and destroyed it! Geez all that work for nothing! He just laughed the whole time too. Little monster, but that is what he has been all week. He is refusing all naps, getting into everything he knows he isn't supposed to, and just being plain stubborn. That's about it for the Cavanaugh household, ill post more when we get back from Mats birthday. Enjoy the picture of Fort Rory!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309402877463383762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sa7JyWCkTtI/AAAAAAAAACk/l6YaSJMggvY/s320/fort+rory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole ♥ Rory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-4637597669092828541?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/4637597669092828541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/fort-rory.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/4637597669092828541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/4637597669092828541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/fort-rory.html' title='Fort Rory'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Sa7JyWCkTtI/AAAAAAAAACk/l6YaSJMggvY/s72-c/fort+rory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-8261378744094272721</id><published>2009-03-01T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:20:14.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww Our Little Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Saqz4rUljvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mhlPWm4vbMU/s1600-h/100_5172a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308252897092669170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Saqz4rUljvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mhlPWm4vbMU/s320/100_5172a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Saqz3yBiY2I/AAAAAAAAACI/n5sgNvMN51M/s1600-h/100_5171a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308252881711948642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Saqz3yBiY2I/AAAAAAAAACI/n5sgNvMN51M/s320/100_5171a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These first 2 pictures is proof of what happens if you leave Rory in a diaper. He wont keep it on!!! Mat went in there after Rory had woken up after his nap to find his diaper on the floor and pee everywhere. Yuck! The rest of the pictures are just some recent ones of Rory. Hope you guys enjoy them!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Saqykxj27oI/AAAAAAAAACA/vhhGXKsoPYc/s1600-h/100_5149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308251455658323586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Saqykxj27oI/AAAAAAAAACA/vhhGXKsoPYc/s320/100_5149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SaqykmR61sI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QAP55TY9c14/s1600-h/100_5132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308251452630292162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SaqykmR61sI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QAP55TY9c14/s320/100_5132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SaqyjyX5LWI/AAAAAAAAABw/fqB_1I3-gLI/s1600-h/100_5123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308251438696705378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SaqyjyX5LWI/AAAAAAAAABw/fqB_1I3-gLI/s320/100_5123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SaqyjkhAJBI/AAAAAAAAABo/b-CDVGJvrfg/s1600-h/100_5121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308251434976814098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SaqyjkhAJBI/AAAAAAAAABo/b-CDVGJvrfg/s320/100_5121.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SaqyjKKESDI/AAAAAAAAABg/G1p94iMpvxQ/s1600-h/100_5103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308251427901294642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SaqyjKKESDI/AAAAAAAAABg/G1p94iMpvxQ/s320/100_5103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha I love  this one! Superbowl Sunday sportin his Cardinals outift his grandparents got him, granted its was the St Louis Cardinals Baseball team, a Cardinal is a Cardinal right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-8261378744094272721?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/8261378744094272721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/aww-our-little-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/8261378744094272721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/8261378744094272721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/03/aww-our-little-man.html' title='Aww Our Little Man!'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/Saqz4rUljvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mhlPWm4vbMU/s72-c/100_5172a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-7728145583517580605</id><published>2009-02-28T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:49:45.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Pacifiers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SamqZFDustI/AAAAAAAAABY/FaBVyavGJbU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307960983664112338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SamqZFDustI/AAAAAAAAABY/FaBVyavGJbU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally no more pacifiers!! I am so proud of Rory. It has been 9 days with out a pacifier. It was easier than i thought it was going to be too. Right after his first birthday we decided we were going to start weening him off of his pacifier. Starting the beginning of November we only allowed Rory to have his pacifier for naps and bed time only. That was going good, so then we then decided that Rory's New Years resolution would be to be pacifier free!!! Since my mom was coming out here we didn't want to start it then, too much excitement going on. So after she left it was Stage 1 of "operation no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt;" ha ha. Stage 1 was to cut a few slits in the nipple part of it. He knew right away that we had done something to it. It was so funny to see the look on his face i wish he would hold a pose for the camera. He still took it though. So after about a week of that we decided to it was tome for Stage 2. So for Stage 2 we cut off the very tip of it and boy he did not like us for that. He would take it from us, put it in his mouth then give us this horrible look. But...still took it to bed. I started noticing that it would be on the floor when i would check on him before i would go to bed. Since it seemed like he didn't want it we tried not even giving it to him when he went to bed. He would fall asleep but wake up in the night which he hasn't done in over a year. But slowly the crying stopped and he was sleeping through the night! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! The day of my surgery we faced a relapse when i forgot to tell the sitter and she gave him one. Thankfully it didn't set us back. So good bye pacifiers you wont be missed!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-7728145583517580605?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/7728145583517580605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-no-more-pacifiers-i-am-so-proud.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7728145583517580605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/7728145583517580605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-no-more-pacifiers-i-am-so-proud.html' title='No More Pacifiers!'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SamqZFDustI/AAAAAAAAABY/FaBVyavGJbU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-4915618851688945975</id><published>2009-02-25T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:00:19.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Pain Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So its been a week since my surgery and i must say i would rather give birth to Rory again then go another day. As you all may remember i was in labor with little meds for 24 hours. Yes, its that bad. I can't talk can't eat can't do anything. I hate not being able to read to Rory. I hurts sooo bad to swallow so i haven't had anything other than water in about 3 days. I did have some chicken noodle soup that Cristina made and pureed for me but i still couldn't even really eat that. I guess the good out of all this is i have lost about 10 lbs. Yay. But I'd rather have those 10 lbs then go through this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well enough complaining. I was feeling a little better today, as long as i didn't talk or swallow, and Kohl's was having a 2 day sale. I convinced Mat to go so we can get Rory some summer clothes. So we get him some t shirts and a couple shorts then decided to look at some shoes for him. And OMG i had to buy a size 7 &lt;strong&gt;SIZE 7!&lt;/strong&gt; i could not believe it. The size 6's fit perfectly but summer is still a ways away. Its weird that he has such big feet and the rest of him has stopped growing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hopefully ill start feeling better and thank you to everyone who has been thinking of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Cavanaughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-4915618851688945975?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/4915618851688945975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/02/worst-pain-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/4915618851688945975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/4915618851688945975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/02/worst-pain-ever.html' title='Worst Pain Ever!'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-2545169041686522446</id><published>2009-02-20T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:29:39.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So Thursday was the big day for my surgery. We arrived at the hospital a little after 7:30am. I had the most amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-op nurse EVER! Her name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Evette&lt;/span&gt; and she put me to ease about the whole surgery. Most of you know that i can not stand needles and the fact that she was going to have to put the IV in my hand terrified me. I haven't had the best experience with the IV in my hand becau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SaIHjhyTFHI/AAAAAAAAABA/8_ySFJXdBKI/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305811617942017138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SaIHjhyTFHI/AAAAAAAAABA/8_ySFJXdBKI/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;se there isn't a lot of skin there. But the way she did it was unbelievable, i didn't feel a thing. All my doctors came in and went in over the procedure. Then they gave me some medicine that was supposed to make me giggly, well i don't handle narcotics very well and the last thing i remember was saying i love you to Mat. I do not remember them moving me or even giving me the chance to count backwards from 10. The next thing i remember is coming out of the anesthesia and the nurses yelling at me to calm down. I'm not sure how i was coming out of the anesthesia but apparently they didn't like it. I kept asking for Evelyn but no one knew who i was talking about until they realized i meant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Evette&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Evette&lt;/span&gt; came in and i guess i told her the other nurses were being mean to me and the nurses were standing there whe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SaIJWh0RT7I/AAAAAAAAABI/kkVaQmOCQdQ/s1600-h/GetAttachmenta.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305813593635246002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SaIJWh0RT7I/AAAAAAAAABI/kkVaQmOCQdQ/s320/GetAttachmenta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;n i said that. Oops. The next thing i remember is them taking my IV out and Mat getting me dressed. When we got home i went staright to bed and crashed out for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep to good last night because Mat kept grinding his teeth. But today hasn't been too bad. The doctor said day 2 and 3 are the worst so we shall see what tomorrow holds in store for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hope you enjoy the before and after pictures! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-2545169041686522446?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/2545169041686522446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/2545169041686522446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/2545169041686522446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-surgery.html' title='My Surgery'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SaIHjhyTFHI/AAAAAAAAABA/8_ySFJXdBKI/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746641680633669563.post-8161303403003129334</id><published>2009-02-15T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:53:49.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We decided to give this blog another shot, so hopefully we (meaning I) will do better at keeping everyone updated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So far 2009 has been pretty good to us. Mat rang in the New Year at work, while i was at home with a sleeping baby and the puppies. YAY! My mom came to visit the first week of this new year and it was &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt; to have her out here. It had been about 6 months since she had seen Rory. Unfortunately i had to work, but she didn't mind a bit since that meant spending all day with her grandson. On my days off we were able to get out and spend some time together and she watched Rory so Mat and I could have some much needed time together. It was a sad day when she left and not just because she cleaned the house and always had dinner on the table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After she left things slowly started to get back to normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rory is still the most amazing little man. He &lt;strong&gt;finally &lt;/strong&gt;cut his first molar on the 6th of February. Currently we are teaching him his body parts. He knows most of them but only likes to show you his nose, eye, tongue haha he is just so stubborn. He loves to give kisses and high-fives and waves bye-bye. Thanks to my mother Rory is a pro at climbing onto the furniture which gives me a heart attack almost everyday. He has taken some pretty scary falls but gets right up and tries again. Our little go-getter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mat is still working in R&amp;amp;R. His back is feeling a lot better so i don't think we will be getting out of the military anytime soon. Mat will get to see what the joys of being a stay at home parent feels like for the next few weeks while i am recovering from surgery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As for me things have taken a big turn...for the worst. I am having surgery on the 19th to get my tonsils and adenoids out. I am dreading it but looking forward to it at the same time. Also I am no longer working at Bank of America due to a mishap at work, which i will not get into since i still believe i was wrongfully let go. Mat is glad that i am no longer working since we were sharing the car (his broke...again), and he doesn't like anyone else watching Rory except family. It has been less than a week and i am already going crazy. I love being home with Rory but miss human interaction. But everything happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Other than that everything is going perfectly, i will update here later in the week to let you all know how my surgery went. Wish me luck and take care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Cavanaughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746641680633669563-8161303403003129334?l=thecavvys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/feeds/8161303403003129334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-first-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/8161303403003129334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746641680633669563/posts/default/8161303403003129334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecavvys.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-first-blog.html' title='Our First Blog'/><author><name>thecavvys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10687750805997560288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0rqGSZ2r4/SmYiHM8eX5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5I3chvhP3bQ/S220/DSCN0634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
