tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65339781242389329592024-02-19T08:55:20.681-06:00Living a Rockstar LifeMy awesome family, sugary creations, photography, and things that inspire me and make me happy!Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-9425963376132049322011-02-06T21:49:00.001-06:002011-02-06T21:49:44.463-06:00The Time Has Come<div style="text-align: center;">I've moved! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Come follow me, won't you? </div><div style="text-align: center;">You can find me <a href="http://lifethroughthislens.blogspot.com/">here</a>. </div><div style="text-align: center;">See you soon!</div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-87926461782726748232011-01-23T19:48:00.000-06:002011-01-23T19:48:58.373-06:00Patoot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have a new post on the <a href="http://cassieallenphotography.blogspot.com/">other blog</a>. Check it out!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For now, I'll leave you with a cute picture of Big Man. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKCeOTXq5R7e6D26rxpZ1f-vs9jZ6cIpuuS2SxBV3HCZYlmCGbpaT74pqrxKstcY2dk3alo4B5nUUGveWMsH0D2Ad26OHbF2ggxEn5rLgrBnTFNB4m5CJYEyOMEVpA2XivouxdKxzBfa7/s1600/IMG_9470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKCeOTXq5R7e6D26rxpZ1f-vs9jZ6cIpuuS2SxBV3HCZYlmCGbpaT74pqrxKstcY2dk3alo4B5nUUGveWMsH0D2Ad26OHbF2ggxEn5rLgrBnTFNB4m5CJYEyOMEVpA2XivouxdKxzBfa7/s640/IMG_9470.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><div align="center">This crazy-haired, happy kiddo is why I get out of bed every morning and work my patoot off. </div><div align="center">Happy Sunday!</div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-5026263908897766152011-01-19T20:06:00.000-06:002011-01-19T20:06:49.298-06:00Ten Million Tears<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love my husband.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> There are times that he just stares at me and when I ask him what he's thinking about he tells me that it blows his mind that I chose him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFn9catwAPfTG3atcW88z_AqsNAQmKAm5WkZkfHjNDDYFM9BDgRJ6kQyaqGGh0jBmUpxgmMmqF1wjC2ssvretPkm9bqu7pa7IJslV-4F9P68iFwFmMDanCx9yDRz061C5eWrtD1TPouVka/s1600/C%252BM-002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFn9catwAPfTG3atcW88z_AqsNAQmKAm5WkZkfHjNDDYFM9BDgRJ6kQyaqGGh0jBmUpxgmMmqF1wjC2ssvretPkm9bqu7pa7IJslV-4F9P68iFwFmMDanCx9yDRz061C5eWrtD1TPouVka/s640/C%252BM-002.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> But the truth is that I'm the lucky one. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am a very difficult person to live with. I know this. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am a list maker and task master. Inside the walls of our home I have to have everything in place and I feel totally off kilter when they are not. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Okay, I hulk out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Truth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This, of course, is a direct result of stress. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I. Must. Control. Chaos. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Times are stressful. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But, you see, with him I crumble. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sometimes I don't take a call from him during the day because five minutes in and I'm a big puddle of Cassie. In my office, in the car, in the middle of the store. Doesn't matter. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This used to bother me. Immensely. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Because I had a strong-woman-I-can-do-it-all-myself image to uphold. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And because your partner is supposed to make you stronger, right? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Crying doesn't exactly make me appear the pillar of strength.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVb3GoB_HyZy40-Q3569wq567oOtyUvpqrACskDvN8_aKarvq_w9GBxaODR5lzWzy2QHerB9gPHPKJIsqn41-UkW6AI48hMtXqzgV73yl69Wzph8MOnYLEg5fE4kBL9Qxqi1hH_jc2C-M/s1600/C%252BM-024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjudESRIwqUZqGAYrbMkHh2SPnCNeL-vMsSm3CVpi0Gjqa6xplKAfq7NxfHNBYgyl5RzZzT6VJsxzTtbqoQWH9J4CuPRVhf85CNt43glu4HpJnU-qHdc4jQRlzVg6PGEssruc4m7WSd5Dow/s1600/C%252BM-085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjudESRIwqUZqGAYrbMkHh2SPnCNeL-vMsSm3CVpi0Gjqa6xplKAfq7NxfHNBYgyl5RzZzT6VJsxzTtbqoQWH9J4CuPRVhf85CNt43glu4HpJnU-qHdc4jQRlzVg6PGEssruc4m7WSd5Dow/s640/C%252BM-085.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got angry with him. I thought he didn't know me. The me that I've become in the passing years. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But the truth is he does know me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He knows that I need a soft place to land. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That is what he is to me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It seems that I am at the maximum level of stress at all times and at the end of the day after I've painfully gone through how I'm feeling (and, of course, I speak in epic terms) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">he will kiss me and hold me close. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Even when I push him away because I want to appear stronger for a little while longer or when I'm mad at him and won't kiss him goodnight. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He will always kiss the back of my head. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He is just that person that is always there ready to catch me when I <em>need</em> to fall. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He is the person that helps me let go. He is the person that helps me be weak. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And that makes me stronger. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, you see...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm the lucky one. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Because HE chose ME. And continues to do so. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Seven years and ten million tears later. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-12050173204296088962011-01-14T21:26:00.000-06:002011-01-14T21:26:23.668-06:00Keep Going<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In Missouri we don't get a lot of snow. We mainly get really bitter, nasty winds and lots of ice. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The other day, though, it started snowing! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dude was so excited to head outside so I bundled him up and out we went. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I thought we could run around and catch snowflakes on our tongues or play tag and dance around. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dude just wanted to shovel. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That's it. Shovel. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He was so excited about it too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I shobel, Mommy! I shobel!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Alrighty. Shoveling it is. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhWcVhhNLtoHPqW8p7Lgd6XrGwIXYHRlob2OkBWJLzqVmzwo7n5jZocNX59oyxVeXJyBd0g86n3ecwEXM5yyrkrHM6H7mlL4-m6hOQRr0t_eqtE0uikBZ1eedQnifejBZiSyok7q2h9aX/s1600/IMG_9415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhWcVhhNLtoHPqW8p7Lgd6XrGwIXYHRlob2OkBWJLzqVmzwo7n5jZocNX59oyxVeXJyBd0g86n3ecwEXM5yyrkrHM6H7mlL4-m6hOQRr0t_eqtE0uikBZ1eedQnifejBZiSyok7q2h9aX/s640/IMG_9415.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> He shoveled our entire walkway! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9QXK29glHmpLHZ0mu4FmR-96XyszDedZZDeR0BQ9_lGNjGpoS-uuvvHfMkrTp4OD0L5poOR_qIB777DtJ8WMgpcYRbmj_erbRNkseMZRadwwuznUZ94Qj4459VMNFYJ8GJ0nNe85qViu8/s1600/IMG_9418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9QXK29glHmpLHZ0mu4FmR-96XyszDedZZDeR0BQ9_lGNjGpoS-uuvvHfMkrTp4OD0L5poOR_qIB777DtJ8WMgpcYRbmj_erbRNkseMZRadwwuznUZ94Qj4459VMNFYJ8GJ0nNe85qViu8/s640/IMG_9418.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> He did manage to catch a few snowflakes on his tongue. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXVpZurHcyF9WgDfaeDbsBISATVJ9NYRpgxqQilgA6hAJsrXOJ7uEaX9j2e8-8rcrYCe9W9jfRpW1jTlf1AYZQ05SzdkhIAYCaIfZwZ2Di3GHLL5r0WEnLRmDeyUe94K191oDzpcbNip5e/s1600/IMG_9430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXVpZurHcyF9WgDfaeDbsBISATVJ9NYRpgxqQilgA6hAJsrXOJ7uEaX9j2e8-8rcrYCe9W9jfRpW1jTlf1AYZQ05SzdkhIAYCaIfZwZ2Di3GHLL5r0WEnLRmDeyUe94K191oDzpcbNip5e/s640/IMG_9430.JPG" width="424" /></a></div><div align="center">The back of our house has a common area drive that connects all the houses on our street. </div><div align="center">No one was coming or going at that time so I suggested that we run around a bit. </div><div align="center">He grabbed his shovel and put it in front of him and took off running at full speed. </div><div align="center">I had a lump in my throat as he came to the first crack in the concrete. </div><div align="center">The shovel hit and he dropped it. </div><div align="center">Dude picked it back up and started running again and yelled, "Keep going, Mommy! It's okay!".</div><div align="center">Every time he hit a crack and the shovel would slip out of his little hands he would pick it up and shout the same thing. </div><div align="center">"Keep going, Mommy! It's okay!"</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">At two years old, my son teaches me such important lessons. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Happy Friday!</div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-79521980818832117422010-12-22T23:01:00.000-06:002010-12-22T23:01:49.190-06:00Formulas, Bubbles, and Family<div style="text-align: center;">I know it has been awhile since I've posted. Christmas is screaming towards us and I've been a busy Queen Bee around here. Last weekend we headed to Webb City to celebrate Christmas with the Allens. The drive was long but we found a formula that has become essential when traveling with a toddler these days. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>DVD player + snacks = happy kiddo</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTBTXix-y92_hn0pzaRSmeIrqvWKlj4RQm-tMXzeRS3s3HwrG2r8lBPBHSSHteJOCWmphEufFk-au74nq3TZ4cYqI7jAi5hMwQPXCJ1x-v3YRwjHubvF4Vl4s36nlmQqn8yPf0qWwwe9T/s1600/dec1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTBTXix-y92_hn0pzaRSmeIrqvWKlj4RQm-tMXzeRS3s3HwrG2r8lBPBHSSHteJOCWmphEufFk-au74nq3TZ4cYqI7jAi5hMwQPXCJ1x-v3YRwjHubvF4Vl4s36nlmQqn8yPf0qWwwe9T/s640/dec1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9tCXiCmQnO61xxBkbG-t_1Ut1xBoLBQp8_E_dfRawZdN3GNAntKojN0fvlu5ocPGVo1FEpSZHMeBY6kraixT99Gq_39ZKLDUS-uw6IaeNNzBbHpEj7nArr1bUA5Ds_H8sz9vIZ7es3j2/s1600/dec3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9tCXiCmQnO61xxBkbG-t_1Ut1xBoLBQp8_E_dfRawZdN3GNAntKojN0fvlu5ocPGVo1FEpSZHMeBY6kraixT99Gq_39ZKLDUS-uw6IaeNNzBbHpEj7nArr1bUA5Ds_H8sz9vIZ7es3j2/s640/dec3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The long drive was worth it. When Dude sees Sissy,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> the happiness that bubbles out of him is just an awesome thing to see. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You can't ask for more as a parent than to see your children love each other so fiercely and have a blast together. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Forgive the quality of the photo. It was one of those</div><div style="text-align: center;"> "just capture the moment and don't worry about the setting" split second.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmuP_fonQwGWPSHxS9i6kgRnAA99llIuzg2Cahh6AwMXTAKbtVIcqDL1ptJaxMt8wK017mGqMRNJ7q9Y0_WOLSVqELi8CPml8jaKkXe95of3iFnAlapn2pYYNQO41GTvWvut6zTIh2WoSC/s1600/dec4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmuP_fonQwGWPSHxS9i6kgRnAA99llIuzg2Cahh6AwMXTAKbtVIcqDL1ptJaxMt8wK017mGqMRNJ7q9Y0_WOLSVqELi8CPml8jaKkXe95of3iFnAlapn2pYYNQO41GTvWvut6zTIh2WoSC/s640/dec4.jpg" width="640" /></a> <br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> We stopped for an overnight stay in Springfield on Friday</div><div style="text-align: center;"> then headed to Webb City on Saturday morning. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The only time I ever got out my camera was when Hub's dad took Dude out to sit in his '66 Chevy Truck. Man, this truck was darn cool. Dude got a kick out of honking the horn.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">It was a short visit but a good visit nonetheless. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We got in late Sunday night but I just had to get everything back to normal as quickly as possible, so unpacking everything was first on my list. I had a little helper. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Again with the photo quality. Eeeesh.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJv_Ujb7DcRA4fZ4k4Xl4OsAlZpy3kjI9zTxmfQ1wnZFBdHYbL_noPZvh_-KXSseMFxF4zIqVB71wTm_0yr66BWakZIqdDFFL4iTDlaDLebuU5GLQeqZDoHsvh2UlARXBWNqwoe8MffxW/s1600/IMG_8481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJv_Ujb7DcRA4fZ4k4Xl4OsAlZpy3kjI9zTxmfQ1wnZFBdHYbL_noPZvh_-KXSseMFxF4zIqVB71wTm_0yr66BWakZIqdDFFL4iTDlaDLebuU5GLQeqZDoHsvh2UlARXBWNqwoe8MffxW/s640/IMG_8481.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Man, he's cute. Crazy hair. Big blue eyes. I'm in love. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-7mxsHZz0bAloS8Ahoc_mNaHcN9bR_DSiRULKbX_P5s07722ujnn54IysX6hLu7M5EF_CVrfQuGd87B4d5Z10Wp3tjxM4IfeN3uncjK39ipc5mw4s60V6GEpxk2-1XgSByhyphenhyphenE8VdSkG_/s1600/IMG_8484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-7mxsHZz0bAloS8Ahoc_mNaHcN9bR_DSiRULKbX_P5s07722ujnn54IysX6hLu7M5EF_CVrfQuGd87B4d5Z10Wp3tjxM4IfeN3uncjK39ipc5mw4s60V6GEpxk2-1XgSByhyphenhyphenE8VdSkG_/s640/IMG_8484.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Christmas Eve is in 2 days. Shopping is done and gifts are wrapped. All that needs to happen now is for me to sit back and enjoy my family for a three day weekend.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWS-CiqJw-fVgbmxbi_CMgTNseGIXnjHGyGT_EDKVL_6wFaEckMJ7EybYWZxjGYCOP0Yxsj7g9lIEA-rxMnJc_kE1pJCNuOS6kZTRhpIBm0yZKkSkNniOajKqeFX8Kai79b6SbFzKhoP9/s1600/IMG_8492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWS-CiqJw-fVgbmxbi_CMgTNseGIXnjHGyGT_EDKVL_6wFaEckMJ7EybYWZxjGYCOP0Yxsj7g9lIEA-rxMnJc_kE1pJCNuOS6kZTRhpIBm0yZKkSkNniOajKqeFX8Kai79b6SbFzKhoP9/s640/IMG_8492.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">See ya. </div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-54595175842452967362010-12-11T22:33:00.000-06:002010-12-11T22:33:36.344-06:00New Blog, Beach Boys, and a Naked House<div style="text-align: center;">My <a href="http://cassieallenphotography.blogspot.com/">new blog</a> is up! It's nothing fancy yet. No real design to it. Not even a picture! (Ha!) I just wanted to get the first post up. Do me a favor and click "follow" so I know you're out there! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Awesomeness sure to come. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas is in full swing. I baked Christmas Cookies with my mother this afternoon. It has become a tradition and we cranked out some awesome ones this year! On the menu: Chocolate Crinkles, Chocolate Chip cookies with chopped up Andes mints baked in, Peanut Butter cookies, Pumpkin cookies, Cyclops cookies & Chocolate Peppermint Bark.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> A-Yum. A-Yum. A-Yum. </div><div style="text-align: center;">In a mere 3 hours, we cranked out about 6 dozen cookies. The tunes? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Staple Christmas music at mom's. Beach Boys, Hawaiian Christmas, & Andy Williams. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Old School. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hubs and I haven't decorated for Christmas in 6 years. <strong>SIX YEARS</strong>. We blame it on our house being too small. And the 5 bins of decorations that are in the storage unit <em>waaaay</em> across town. And being too busy. And the cats. And strawberries. Because one excuse is as good as another. We both would love a house filled to the brim with Christmas decorations but somehow each year just zooms by. </div><div style="text-align: center;">There's always next year. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And maybe we'll decorate. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's so windy right now that it sounds like someone is beating on the house. </div><div style="text-align: center;">This calls for a hot chocolate. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Good night, readers. </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbO5ygDEqykPZLmr5ig4IGCNII49d_Wc6lRlH2bbnGtqux4gMyyPhDoD1g02j75cp-oJWQLy84s3FrMi-9vahOYZVqViO4qI4Ui5nx-Ip_7WZFn7QQl2nkF97VLXcbnSFg4rXl1pDFDAm/s1600/cookies8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbO5ygDEqykPZLmr5ig4IGCNII49d_Wc6lRlH2bbnGtqux4gMyyPhDoD1g02j75cp-oJWQLy84s3FrMi-9vahOYZVqViO4qI4Ui5nx-Ip_7WZFn7QQl2nkF97VLXcbnSFg4rXl1pDFDAm/s640/cookies8.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-39503688683159251612010-11-22T21:43:00.000-06:002010-11-22T21:43:15.721-06:00New Blog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have been working on a new blog (Don't worry. I'm still keeping this one!). For those of you who don't know, I've started doing photography professionally. It feels weird to say that. I still feel like I'm stumbling around in the dark trying to figure stuff out. But I think I'm getting better. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And I have clients.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Clients! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm starting a new blog that will follow me on my journey. And I've decided to be honest. I mean, really honest. For some reason, my whole life I've felt the need to be the person that already knows everything. Not in a snotty way, just in an "I don't want anyone to know I don't know how to do this because I don't want to appear weak and vulnerable" way. I'm trying to change that. Because I don't know everything. And having a child has brought out in me the love of learning something new again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And hey, maybe it'll inspire someone. Who knows. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For those of you who are on Facebook, please "like" Cassie Allen Photography and pass the word! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here are some recent photos. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaX64dXFM3XBuv5AP6hP5WoSArVAoTGn-A8YgRZp8xjp3WePWUPbo2dJ6LhBJTChQZIgXPbMxLDj_2okMwrdBFtMJNNK0rU87uYMpOYr1GVqKloxHVDHLt7YIT4idsz8tsY9ip6fnd200x/s1600/POD112110t2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaX64dXFM3XBuv5AP6hP5WoSArVAoTGn-A8YgRZp8xjp3WePWUPbo2dJ6LhBJTChQZIgXPbMxLDj_2okMwrdBFtMJNNK0rU87uYMpOYr1GVqKloxHVDHLt7YIT4idsz8tsY9ip6fnd200x/s640/POD112110t2.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Mr. Cool Dude </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0CHCAQ7H0HLz82Ddk0zTCpSYmMobfmU4Oppy7Wi2G7Kxs7MVOlSbdls5t6y8X0IbMHpAeh5s1eMk8h7BNuyigZbH8-LJeMgIkHQaY9f-_81EtXDnSH3HodxTTF1Vs0qRiTFlhe1JVbry/s1600/IMG_7361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0CHCAQ7H0HLz82Ddk0zTCpSYmMobfmU4Oppy7Wi2G7Kxs7MVOlSbdls5t6y8X0IbMHpAeh5s1eMk8h7BNuyigZbH8-LJeMgIkHQaY9f-_81EtXDnSH3HodxTTF1Vs0qRiTFlhe1JVbry/s640/IMG_7361.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Snack time in our house looks like this. Luckily, nothing has been shoved up his nose. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgXO6e5-R8kRG_4o_Z-XtKh4d-rT0eMTNnGxaosz-4Wa8SLamNwy1sYqHnQ4BHWvbQhRLIVnWXsVPJhwkSSEKBq2bQJ2Pj6Cfc4ixH0XeEnN3_x-89yQ0l1Ho6okDubT1sl13gq0mgzfQ/s1600/DiTore43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgXO6e5-R8kRG_4o_Z-XtKh4d-rT0eMTNnGxaosz-4Wa8SLamNwy1sYqHnQ4BHWvbQhRLIVnWXsVPJhwkSSEKBq2bQJ2Pj6Cfc4ixH0XeEnN3_x-89yQ0l1Ho6okDubT1sl13gq0mgzfQ/s640/DiTore43.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">This is from a recent shoot. This is Lindsay, whom I knew in my "former life", and her family. </div><div align="center">All mashed together in chaotic awesomeness. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Lindsay is also a photographer and just yesterday, I was on the other side of the camera with Hubs. Lindsay was amazing and we had an absolute blast. I can't wait to show you pictures!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Happy Monday!</div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-35022501785792670152010-11-07T19:37:00.000-06:002010-11-07T19:37:38.648-06:00"Sissy Here!"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sissy hasn't been able to visit us for a month and a half. That's too long for the Hubs and I. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's PAINFULLY long for Big Man. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Big Man gets soooo excited when Sissy comes to visit. "Sissy HERE!" he says. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These two have a crazy bond like I've never seen before. Big Man NEEDS his Sissy. He's gotten so excited to see her before that he's thrown up all over his ecstatic self. And she's loves her brother. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When she's here, she jumps right in and helps with everything and she's so patient with him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's an amazing thing to see. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We ventured out today so I can get some potential Christmas Card pictures. Big Man was his usual busy, exhausting self. But they had fun and I captured some memories. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-2KYBu9iAocm8w9rNJ1V2OEHCx6dYfnI-l1Q_vHPBhzeLNiWxZbOqLFTAhkt44b-I2tFEkNoONdTOqS6c1euGcfwjab79VMMXSIPkYBnFK3uetRPw-vdIGfefxx1uL14oN0TBvlc0tdQ/s1600/camera+new45+268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-2KYBu9iAocm8w9rNJ1V2OEHCx6dYfnI-l1Q_vHPBhzeLNiWxZbOqLFTAhkt44b-I2tFEkNoONdTOqS6c1euGcfwjab79VMMXSIPkYBnFK3uetRPw-vdIGfefxx1uL14oN0TBvlc0tdQ/s640/camera+new45+268.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The first shot of the day! Can you believe it? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCrtqJGdvQwKv7Zl4636cNFcECzVwH1fqdI14DaG8l_gMD2GHtfsRoNBpTFHdzRbXTFoLTp13vJTTMV0DgXmOThlYkqdlRdWHEIOJLkC7OLXCKn5xgxq0eBaOymeLbzoDi_a8j3Efc_zoW/s1600/camera+new45+318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCrtqJGdvQwKv7Zl4636cNFcECzVwH1fqdI14DaG8l_gMD2GHtfsRoNBpTFHdzRbXTFoLTp13vJTTMV0DgXmOThlYkqdlRdWHEIOJLkC7OLXCKn5xgxq0eBaOymeLbzoDi_a8j3Efc_zoW/s640/camera+new45+318.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIbWgw4dH_vO5nQ_lWix8XeaoInQvMYfRGcIosIZHu1D5tYKTNfLzCuXaNrTXnEBYNtPbWiF0DAy3tiK0CnSqiuUV438rveWzZcTzkT30rVrF6qpHSeYFgAf7iFRgqalWEk2LWTnyV8Ppj/s1600/camera+new45+325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIbWgw4dH_vO5nQ_lWix8XeaoInQvMYfRGcIosIZHu1D5tYKTNfLzCuXaNrTXnEBYNtPbWiF0DAy3tiK0CnSqiuUV438rveWzZcTzkT30rVrF6qpHSeYFgAf7iFRgqalWEk2LWTnyV8Ppj/s640/camera+new45+325.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Just look at her. Simply gorgeous. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pHImxXnBWsPtR4rbjyHmm7AIqk9HUFRrwWvLAZZ465vKlf5lriOMNg7MS3UQVIfGP9ggkkdSeaYp-RcQ1yiy05D_d-p9WH1A8gwuGIyGgnp4LuhyphenhyphenADQ1TtquyMA1aBEt5ocTrY4egQ8X/s1600/camera+new45+336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pHImxXnBWsPtR4rbjyHmm7AIqk9HUFRrwWvLAZZ465vKlf5lriOMNg7MS3UQVIfGP9ggkkdSeaYp-RcQ1yiy05D_d-p9WH1A8gwuGIyGgnp4LuhyphenhyphenADQ1TtquyMA1aBEt5ocTrY4egQ8X/s640/camera+new45+336.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Griffin ran away to play with Daddy for awhile so I took the opportunity to get some Sissy shots. It's been two whole years since I had the camera just on her alone. She's all grown up!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhSEGCOAjzFbfCWG4jJvYVAfqO_rgplF_8T5oWIni8yljvZG4gdyjEbXTkkxIIN_UwjjXKoLvIiSG8R24tyRynISA6bFKkTcsWIv3NpVhGQ_HlS7vszgWYXLiwHgIVQsWccGBNUq2K_h3T/s1600/camera+new45+342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhSEGCOAjzFbfCWG4jJvYVAfqO_rgplF_8T5oWIni8yljvZG4gdyjEbXTkkxIIN_UwjjXKoLvIiSG8R24tyRynISA6bFKkTcsWIv3NpVhGQ_HlS7vszgWYXLiwHgIVQsWccGBNUq2K_h3T/s640/camera+new45+342.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHIilLn2FUK-JkbMC61APzOeGyxi8NCOU-jyoi_Uj4oSaV60xbtN2NxW9wP5AmOj4wRT3wLKkhYdDexxiP2_8jjWyI22Ug9D4bxJDUnYj-Zxr4q45cqMIaQ-9sA-zccocIHmpudnBJVUX/s1600/camera+new45+356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHIilLn2FUK-JkbMC61APzOeGyxi8NCOU-jyoi_Uj4oSaV60xbtN2NxW9wP5AmOj4wRT3wLKkhYdDexxiP2_8jjWyI22Ug9D4bxJDUnYj-Zxr4q45cqMIaQ-9sA-zccocIHmpudnBJVUX/s640/camera+new45+356.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> They always have fun together. Always. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4CrVkyAUn5ckV6oPjtlwaQ-Td8wCDDxM1Wy5vURs_i5Avt_XUtsBP1I30Bjwl_sMFicDYvWPTOoV1ovIUVQWLVF6QYUavP0BGHMTD0tKaFZ1F51j-r2JnYKAimVd1pfwKVJU6JrlvuSb/s1600/camera+new45+359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4CrVkyAUn5ckV6oPjtlwaQ-Td8wCDDxM1Wy5vURs_i5Avt_XUtsBP1I30Bjwl_sMFicDYvWPTOoV1ovIUVQWLVF6QYUavP0BGHMTD0tKaFZ1F51j-r2JnYKAimVd1pfwKVJU6JrlvuSb/s640/camera+new45+359.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> That's my girl. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0OTI2qEh1F6cQmzNDyIUPFx3_vvrnE9pcyFjtEArIRbh-ovYKA5-2EQjO-jN_pefoyRyXj6VQKS_mK1wL3dc5xKMcv1KVPRUsHLdybbDF7sx9ix8FFaU-o_C7KUq7RVeGHzFy9b1Kq14/s1600/camera+new45+383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0OTI2qEh1F6cQmzNDyIUPFx3_vvrnE9pcyFjtEArIRbh-ovYKA5-2EQjO-jN_pefoyRyXj6VQKS_mK1wL3dc5xKMcv1KVPRUsHLdybbDF7sx9ix8FFaU-o_C7KUq7RVeGHzFy9b1Kq14/s640/camera+new45+383.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">And that's my boy. Wouldn't have it any other way! </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-71393896100183275282010-11-05T17:49:00.000-05:002010-11-05T17:49:33.828-05:00The Rockstar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is my favorite picture at the moment. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This little guy takes my breath away. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That's pretty much all I wanted to say. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFS_JYXXmSAB3p0Tabo7PQUX-wPnWAXMaIIU68A8ybll5UJMHqoFDBKj57kzKfMDzmTN1ZdE-7W4R_n8x7iXsXMmT4X0i1WAEfNSTd4csEkPSeoauN7fio504CcQ2xr-HZISb6THqmV9rI/s1600/New+lens!!+266-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFS_JYXXmSAB3p0Tabo7PQUX-wPnWAXMaIIU68A8ybll5UJMHqoFDBKj57kzKfMDzmTN1ZdE-7W4R_n8x7iXsXMmT4X0i1WAEfNSTd4csEkPSeoauN7fio504CcQ2xr-HZISb6THqmV9rI/s640/New+lens!!+266-1.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">Happy Weekend!</div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-64454605084728361682010-11-04T17:56:00.001-05:002010-11-04T18:16:39.884-05:00Wa hoo 32!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yesterday was my birthday. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had a fabulous, quiet day with my two favorite boys. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Hubster woke me up by handing me a piping hot mug of hot chocolate and then created an amazing breakfast pizza! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He then proceeded to clean out the litter box, do the dishes, and generally clean up the house. What a gift! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was a beautiful day so we took a walk through the woods. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Griffin had never walked on a trail before and he did so great! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUWChY9N3OAcP4LdidxGye7cjf-CvA4CfNUCV07ZhnkcmXK1Iu6pRG7VrzBNstJhc1JimLNFnLceVRMyrkltdjwtvaC5ZrNAb5MMQ99StIt3KWd_ayxmE5J-NrRgP86mrgnqnF4BfhD7kS/s1600/Birthday+273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUWChY9N3OAcP4LdidxGye7cjf-CvA4CfNUCV07ZhnkcmXK1Iu6pRG7VrzBNstJhc1JimLNFnLceVRMyrkltdjwtvaC5ZrNAb5MMQ99StIt3KWd_ayxmE5J-NrRgP86mrgnqnF4BfhD7kS/s640/Birthday+273.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> It was the middle of the day but the light was beautifully filtered through the trees.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3BvcFrzeJ_nm8uS3Bftq1TnplnzATgPFfqoKnhN9rgzwbgloo_GnF7zVN9CyrTJHe7aeKdjoQX0E6bcXHsQ-fjpyqvugittD2h-_QcDW2DFabDiBzcxlG9b9pZkEDxdhbO2BWl1zZRXt/s1600/Birthday+326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3BvcFrzeJ_nm8uS3Bftq1TnplnzATgPFfqoKnhN9rgzwbgloo_GnF7zVN9CyrTJHe7aeKdjoQX0E6bcXHsQ-fjpyqvugittD2h-_QcDW2DFabDiBzcxlG9b9pZkEDxdhbO2BWl1zZRXt/s640/Birthday+326.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> One of my favorite pictures of the day!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAPu2Nz3DniaRF6ZWMpzyG4XgSx3R7UQse0ymn0cC5sdS5M0o9kAaZR3S6IablSLzqvFoy3h0OTqClDPgqxowgCC514VlY_qQWzRFVjUss7F6HBHQyUdYerx7M8CVMPC6JdP8S7c7po-I/s1600/Birthday+354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAPu2Nz3DniaRF6ZWMpzyG4XgSx3R7UQse0ymn0cC5sdS5M0o9kAaZR3S6IablSLzqvFoy3h0OTqClDPgqxowgCC514VlY_qQWzRFVjUss7F6HBHQyUdYerx7M8CVMPC6JdP8S7c7po-I/s640/Birthday+354.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The best gift was when my busy, crazy boy asked me to hold him. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He didn't even mind when the Hubster snapped some photos! Not only am I the one always behind the camera but Dude never sits still for a picture. This was such a great moment!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzyS6knbfGPb1gLZ36AxAZ638xxu2mcIo9_S-vdhit-LGhSVz1p3uoVHI7OJoRjrruYNT9hklJ50LRxDF0khQ0L5JS9WTQV0_Em1TJHVgQFVTmicychLAxPhBRtHg45qLEbaromDd2pZX3/s1600/Birthday+279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzyS6knbfGPb1gLZ36AxAZ638xxu2mcIo9_S-vdhit-LGhSVz1p3uoVHI7OJoRjrruYNT9hklJ50LRxDF0khQ0L5JS9WTQV0_Em1TJHVgQFVTmicychLAxPhBRtHg45qLEbaromDd2pZX3/s640/Birthday+279.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Speak softly and carry a big stick. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ylARnah3iw1WRdg1WsNoyLDHOfz3XAjEb8YcvVC4jn_a0wuo_YsJye02TqlEJ8LkOT8WRm4yD3ni9Qt8UzYbY4zhU3yUpqJ9d4cZSWrmniuc23mjZnB8B4LBcU50n6xqQPB9uy8ak4uM/s1600/Birthday+337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ylARnah3iw1WRdg1WsNoyLDHOfz3XAjEb8YcvVC4jn_a0wuo_YsJye02TqlEJ8LkOT8WRm4yD3ni9Qt8UzYbY4zhU3yUpqJ9d4cZSWrmniuc23mjZnB8B4LBcU50n6xqQPB9uy8ak4uM/s640/Birthday+337.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">Later on in the evening, the Hubster and I had a date. <br />
We haven't had a date in a very long time. <br />
With the Dude at Nana's we were free to do what we wanted for a whole 2 hours!<br />
We were going to go out to dinner but I opted to change things up. I wanted to have Chinese take out and rent a movie just like we used to when we were dating. Back then, when I would worry about money, Hubs would tell me, "We have $12 in the bank. Yay! We can have Chinese!". He's so Glass Is Half Full. :)<br />
Back at home, I changed into my PJs and we watched the movie loudly. Seems we never get the chance to use our surround sound to it's full ability! It felt so nice to sit and breathe for a little bit. We love our Little Dude but it seems lately we barely have the time to even look at each other!<br />
It was the perfect end to the day. <br />
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I have such a blessed life. </div><div align="center">I love who I am, who I'm with, and where my life - both personally and professionally - is going. </div><div align="center">Bring it, 32! </div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-8083360884428513172010-10-19T16:22:00.004-05:002010-10-19T16:34:16.769-05:00National Chocolate Cupcake Day!<div align="center">Happy National Chocolate Cupcake Day! </div><div align="center">Well, it was officially yesterday but yesterday was just a bad day all around so I am celebrating it today! I also cheated on the "cupcake". It's actually a brownie with an extra egg added to make it more fluffy. YUM! Don't you just love these wrappers? The Hubster got them for me for Halloween time and I think they're just awesome! </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_m0Wnu2r74-z4jVKP0PnZiYs8TOqUzh_eUBzq_3mZOkSOjgbl2cGEmoZw88n8iz6Bf59N69JH6gvzsNyQO5KUZrqRDFnwlzamnWlWY6t369Iz7FQl8auIK9KWo6PgRuvHzFuZDvnzjB3/s1600/camera+new42+033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529871333123941762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_m0Wnu2r74-z4jVKP0PnZiYs8TOqUzh_eUBzq_3mZOkSOjgbl2cGEmoZw88n8iz6Bf59N69JH6gvzsNyQO5KUZrqRDFnwlzamnWlWY6t369Iz7FQl8auIK9KWo6PgRuvHzFuZDvnzjB3/s400/camera+new42+033.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chocolate brownie, chocolate buttercream, & chocolate jimmies<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFv-qUL4OagI2H85CZszbzBXwMi-yKZ_6BJdlgVGePCyUKY5kuAS25_nlA1O2MpEL-7DDJPfbzqpgRFQZ37d9BnKxlyIg11f3tHTyGv08XxQ7_-9V9E58cJL0mzGCd4sdakzjP6JlJdGb/s1600/camera+new42+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529871324501654578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFv-qUL4OagI2H85CZszbzBXwMi-yKZ_6BJdlgVGePCyUKY5kuAS25_nlA1O2MpEL-7DDJPfbzqpgRFQZ37d9BnKxlyIg11f3tHTyGv08XxQ7_-9V9E58cJL0mzGCd4sdakzjP6JlJdGb/s400/camera+new42+024.JPG" border="0" /></a> This girl dreams with visions of cupcake swirls dancing in her head.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6Rc3PjTW4b8pBVmNX_CJRdh3Fqs7O_7nT2UvNAPsiqypK8SDCZudnfPZReh2xy9xuFi_dMoRmYJK0OUziFxh8BlUnTeC_HeYw9Gl51kIQShu_7D95u818sUG5hXmAD5X1OwYUXs2s0G6/s1600/camera+new42+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529871305258163858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6Rc3PjTW4b8pBVmNX_CJRdh3Fqs7O_7nT2UvNAPsiqypK8SDCZudnfPZReh2xy9xuFi_dMoRmYJK0OUziFxh8BlUnTeC_HeYw9Gl51kIQShu_7D95u818sUG5hXmAD5X1OwYUXs2s0G6/s400/camera+new42+021.JPG" border="0" /></a> Oh happy day!<br /></div><br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-82432682117743278942010-10-15T13:09:00.003-05:002010-10-15T13:34:14.472-05:00"Sissy?"<div align="center">We love it when Rachael comes to visit. We rarely do anything special or have much planned.</div><div align="center">We just love hanging out together. We bake cupcakes, watch movies, take walks, and just play. </div><div align="center">The last time she visited us, it was chilly. Okay, COLD. </div><div align="center">But we bundled up and headed out for a walk.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2_C7ToScFeAJeTtPMEc3eyFfxLGxM_aiTFwilN0PWJHkHpHSBpAEhalI0OndwRfmJpocS-PiiutanIyIR-sk0fF9HiP5fMlUVdRQBZA6yclUpx7ARxt0se2Xovfi7tad6fZzAOIdtD9Ya/s1600/camera+new37+098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528338188416706210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2_C7ToScFeAJeTtPMEc3eyFfxLGxM_aiTFwilN0PWJHkHpHSBpAEhalI0OndwRfmJpocS-PiiutanIyIR-sk0fF9HiP5fMlUVdRQBZA6yclUpx7ARxt0se2Xovfi7tad6fZzAOIdtD9Ya/s400/camera+new37+098.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me and my lovie<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjADa2TZJjsq4Ezkylz6t1f_YEjX8PMhCP8WADu3suxWlrFQqmDnfILLIxpDIEolHs6xGc6gLtVMdkIpMuEN2idF6F_TkRjCxfKWR9UhpPihOIi872FkXz9vZMRCxbqKHoc5D1oAm_4x53l/s1600/camera+new37+095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528338183174904754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjADa2TZJjsq4Ezkylz6t1f_YEjX8PMhCP8WADu3suxWlrFQqmDnfILLIxpDIEolHs6xGc6gLtVMdkIpMuEN2idF6F_TkRjCxfKWR9UhpPihOIi872FkXz9vZMRCxbqKHoc5D1oAm_4x53l/s400/camera+new37+095.JPG" border="0" /></a> My family<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia3raBTJ3_ufCNAWNWc5BOh_WmWF_c48vZFn_FPIry4T6-ff7wGJ4n-ypocyJ4whc83d0YxPzTl6AxHyDxuG0aRipmpWiFNjlXc9_Z3xcXg3PXNBFoaVajnojA7w0_-14QXUwwWls_YZNN/s1600/camera+new37+078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528338179767243602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia3raBTJ3_ufCNAWNWc5BOh_WmWF_c48vZFn_FPIry4T6-ff7wGJ4n-ypocyJ4whc83d0YxPzTl6AxHyDxuG0aRipmpWiFNjlXc9_Z3xcXg3PXNBFoaVajnojA7w0_-14QXUwwWls_YZNN/s400/camera+new37+078.JPG" border="0" /></a>We walked to a little green patch in our community.<br />It has a colorful stage and Griffin had a blast chasing Sissy!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUy8AG65R272De_b1KqHnJPyhnz2RF5aAqpv4cB4CcmPtn89I9RrAQZ5j744mVHIYJjm3s1P_0e8LCGeYinwY11Ab4SDOV2UwiAvgAcnR8yduvfcSGlhNSvAair8BTDO7mr028GwU1PZuc/s1600/camera+new37+056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528338170796191922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUy8AG65R272De_b1KqHnJPyhnz2RF5aAqpv4cB4CcmPtn89I9RrAQZ5j744mVHIYJjm3s1P_0e8LCGeYinwY11Ab4SDOV2UwiAvgAcnR8yduvfcSGlhNSvAair8BTDO7mr028GwU1PZuc/s400/camera+new37+056.JPG" border="0" /></a>No one can make Griffin laugh like Rachael. He laughs until he's out of breath!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJTy3bGp0H4CgFsXK8_9wH7nX24kV4CNzprWwRJ2jG7i2XmfXXyw0AHxKxze413tUL9V4GzwKcjxXxrWCLYAPXijHYDtDdv5cXH6GVs7tJvKjejs7g0TL_SdnwAMOe551ktzgMu9fOCeJ/s1600/camera+new37+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528338164265269938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJTy3bGp0H4CgFsXK8_9wH7nX24kV4CNzprWwRJ2jG7i2XmfXXyw0AHxKxze413tUL9V4GzwKcjxXxrWCLYAPXijHYDtDdv5cXH6GVs7tJvKjejs7g0TL_SdnwAMOe551ktzgMu9fOCeJ/s400/camera+new37+007.JPG" border="0" /></a> It's been several weeks since we've seen our Sissy. Yesterday when Griffin woke up he knocked on his door. Matt went to the door, opened it and Griffin poked his head out and asked, "Sissy?". Matt said "No, no Sissy. Daddy." </div><div>Griffin shut the door in his face and ran back to bed. :)</div><div></div><div>Happy Friday!<br /><br /></div></div><br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-59685270026158735062010-10-12T22:32:00.003-05:002010-10-12T22:44:13.539-05:00You Baked WHAT in a Cupcake?<div align="center">A pumpkin pie! That's right, folks! </div><div align="center">I headed out into the blogosphere for baking inspiration and ran across <a href="http://www.bakeitinacake.com/">www.bakeitinacake.com</a></div><div align="center"> A-Maz-Ing! </div><div align="center">Wanting to bake a Fall treat for the Hubster, I chose the Pumpkin Pie Cupcakes since pumpkin pie is one of his favorites. Let me tell you, the recipe DID NOT disappoint! A super moist vanilla cream cheese cupcake with cinnamon buttercream and a mini pumpkin pie baked right in the middle. </div><div align="center">Nom nom nom</div><div align="center">They were a pain in the patoot to make but the Hubster really enjoyed them! </div><div align="center">The only thing lacking was the lighting in my kitchen so I could get a decent shot. </div><div align="center">Ah well.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_bqaB0uvDVYVAW-ftbKrpL5FG3RzRqQuwGB9DZkZSlm8QxWQBrPTi9EDLgarQURF6eKAq552_HjtFDLvqwhSbqteyu3rS5WUld6iP0zYPrq7kAfhIqAgjht7QbtcfhnezQys6VAELTiNV/s1600/camera+new40+029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527369895964653138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_bqaB0uvDVYVAW-ftbKrpL5FG3RzRqQuwGB9DZkZSlm8QxWQBrPTi9EDLgarQURF6eKAq552_HjtFDLvqwhSbqteyu3rS5WUld6iP0zYPrq7kAfhIqAgjht7QbtcfhnezQys6VAELTiNV/s400/camera+new40+029.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQrdngudJL2C1kb2z_Y_gV0YvMK3jIRMxQbiAjCW-TyZsXBJCOQKlNZ5ZhYR1otU_sF7xlzTwN2g0Nw6hg3z6sHdMN5BPFJuNQM-k1HLRJ6Ih7skwF_Uu4AblLRpubzAARW-a1t0g-xew/s1600/camera+new40+032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527369889357554994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQrdngudJL2C1kb2z_Y_gV0YvMK3jIRMxQbiAjCW-TyZsXBJCOQKlNZ5ZhYR1otU_sF7xlzTwN2g0Nw6hg3z6sHdMN5BPFJuNQM-k1HLRJ6Ih7skwF_Uu4AblLRpubzAARW-a1t0g-xew/s400/camera+new40+032.JPG" border="0" /></a> Happy Fall!<br /><br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-88504209541767096292010-10-06T20:43:00.003-05:002010-10-06T21:02:47.724-05:00Stompin' Grounds<div align="center">With Griffin spending some quality time at my mother's house this evening, I grabbed some "me" time. I headed down to Main Street to seek out a few good locations as well as experiment with different settings on my camera. It was a beautiful evening. The weather was that PERFECT temperature and the sunshine was sooooo buttery smooth. </div><div align="center">I was able to take a few deep breaths. </div><div align="center">Something I don't do enough. </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBmwMbxcXpZhLPIBeUrXcplcnwpLZ3h1sTz0D0NUDjvTL7nYKhF4Gxcj7DEJdGYA4L4H5mI0SdLs-ULd1_ec_8CvenJakDyR1VZkHGugKlx8kU2cafEv717zxUAwgbWJArTJiNLoXsABY/s1600/camera+new38+028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525115164694705682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBmwMbxcXpZhLPIBeUrXcplcnwpLZ3h1sTz0D0NUDjvTL7nYKhF4Gxcj7DEJdGYA4L4H5mI0SdLs-ULd1_ec_8CvenJakDyR1VZkHGugKlx8kU2cafEv717zxUAwgbWJArTJiNLoXsABY/s400/camera+new38+028.JPG" border="0" /></a> On Main Street there is this odd mix of fabulous antiques, old and broken down antiques, and kitschy, touristy stuff.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsAgC2MVs2umMEBfN36p8JOK8rspf945lHteOqVS1dKBiTKLdJKb2zmgMB8J0QkZa565DUyCWh_jIeJ8DfDJCEqN3WowNd5vZT95yuOk7yYI_Cna4QiaYwa8H-e8B56sxJ7wpmojrPfCR/s1600/camera+new38+040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525115162188141778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsAgC2MVs2umMEBfN36p8JOK8rspf945lHteOqVS1dKBiTKLdJKb2zmgMB8J0QkZa565DUyCWh_jIeJ8DfDJCEqN3WowNd5vZT95yuOk7yYI_Cna4QiaYwa8H-e8B56sxJ7wpmojrPfCR/s400/camera+new38+040.JPG" border="0" /></a>There are two train cars permanently on the rail road tracks along the Katy Trail.<br />Griffin loves to run along these old tracks. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsTNRcM0ptx0OHf2D2RScoxpH08xVzxcsz6CvR8DpWPQr1Z_RBqeOaOB-F3jgR0kSpMr2Q6Zg5vdCR5LRZf0V78i-DzBoNXIFVlMRCAXWT0MIpba2fYbN1J5aw384LUnpf71HssngFap7Z/s1600/camera+new38+030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525115153961876306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsTNRcM0ptx0OHf2D2RScoxpH08xVzxcsz6CvR8DpWPQr1Z_RBqeOaOB-F3jgR0kSpMr2Q6Zg5vdCR5LRZf0V78i-DzBoNXIFVlMRCAXWT0MIpba2fYbN1J5aw384LUnpf71HssngFap7Z/s400/camera+new38+030.JPG" border="0" /></a> The sun was setting and I wanted to try out some different camera settings.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPuLFB8ZI8HcxncJU5-1IaHQBD4Aubp9u2-XiIBs6hgrf6JtdbvBl3e8sUY4p5BJREiJjs5h6qtw-8sQSCAYNtP249kUiQ1A01eUOpNLeZ7cHv9kEuaAGED2JmqptNBPUdvLlb1354WSZS/s1600/camera+new38+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525115144183325234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPuLFB8ZI8HcxncJU5-1IaHQBD4Aubp9u2-XiIBs6hgrf6JtdbvBl3e8sUY4p5BJREiJjs5h6qtw-8sQSCAYNtP249kUiQ1A01eUOpNLeZ7cHv9kEuaAGED2JmqptNBPUdvLlb1354WSZS/s400/camera+new38+024.JPG" border="0" /></a> This picture will always make me smile. Here I am at the base of the Walnut Tree that stands in the front yard of the building I once lived in. My mother planted a walnut. My sister and I used to leap frog over the tiny sapling. Now, it's this beast of a tall tree and I think it's fabulous.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJOoUtdONfhMfSt4d7bLjWVz77t8EJwisFY4aUQLi8yFNdIZ06f8zwyOunHFhakOEybouNPMuRzy7Tvvl0j8xCpR2YoeceUwI__AvoORG1kudD1neX0PFJgEnnmzX0HpALNAeoiqZMKxW/s1600/camera+new38+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525115138530032898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJOoUtdONfhMfSt4d7bLjWVz77t8EJwisFY4aUQLi8yFNdIZ06f8zwyOunHFhakOEybouNPMuRzy7Tvvl0j8xCpR2YoeceUwI__AvoORG1kudD1neX0PFJgEnnmzX0HpALNAeoiqZMKxW/s400/camera+new38+011.JPG" border="0" /></a>My first self portrait! :)<br /><br /></div></div></div><br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-34886136346933379712010-10-04T21:25:00.005-05:002010-10-04T21:55:12.137-05:00Fishies and Lions and Fondant, Oh My!<div align="center">I'm still here, faithful blog readers! Here are a few recent creations of mine that I'm particularly proud of. The first one is a fishy cake that I made for the son of my very first friend ever. We recently reconnected on Facebook and all she asked for was a fishy cake. Turns out, the colors that I used were the EXACT colors that she had for the party. It worked out perfectly! This was my first time trying out these fondant fish and I think they turned out pretty good! Looking back, I think I would've added a little more to the cake. </div><div align="center">This was a 10" round cake</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqzzUc0pezkpQtnEN8pSonP7DUFcp5go7nDANSHxCjrWHIt5EhBFzvDGVd61mD3Cily2Q9c53W7FlAbaLVpP1VOWlOqp6z3rBYfFPI-jQmyTelwP3YDu4RCga2JwBtuqMV3r19-OMJVdy/s1600/camera+new35+119.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524384148255418802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqzzUc0pezkpQtnEN8pSonP7DUFcp5go7nDANSHxCjrWHIt5EhBFzvDGVd61mD3Cily2Q9c53W7FlAbaLVpP1VOWlOqp6z3rBYfFPI-jQmyTelwP3YDu4RCga2JwBtuqMV3r19-OMJVdy/s400/camera+new35+119.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yellow cake with vanilla buttercream and homemade marshmallow fondant "water" and fish<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMU1NRzVPRjYqAcqv-lt1g09WW33LqhKJKpzFCSc2Y3ugAmszEdZ_e6kqHgIhrQTqIYg9MOiUBgEi5FxvF3Ul3_RR0RY2z7430gbQwLkv5FamHJJ9qcAMi2AUrueeyaz89lvF-NmqpZv1/s1600/camera+new35+120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524384147485855490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMU1NRzVPRjYqAcqv-lt1g09WW33LqhKJKpzFCSc2Y3ugAmszEdZ_e6kqHgIhrQTqIYg9MOiUBgEi5FxvF3Ul3_RR0RY2z7430gbQwLkv5FamHJJ9qcAMi2AUrueeyaz89lvF-NmqpZv1/s400/camera+new35+120.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRK36L5YfqOcarzCMm8yExcbBzaDd1gOx-W2vx2JDPyYNeYbynLSbDLYlpkoNWVyzdjXllxuuuIA3TvQuBro77cz0q5z4m-XrwW2WvB7qw3DPQDWaGlTLGyruQb7_AipwGnc0Vz6pMzya9/s1600/camera+new35+118.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524384137526071938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRK36L5YfqOcarzCMm8yExcbBzaDd1gOx-W2vx2JDPyYNeYbynLSbDLYlpkoNWVyzdjXllxuuuIA3TvQuBro77cz0q5z4m-XrwW2WvB7qw3DPQDWaGlTLGyruQb7_AipwGnc0Vz6pMzya9/s400/camera+new35+118.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><div>My next cake was a jungle themed cake. </div><div>I copied the lion face from a picture that was sent to me. </div><div>A simple 6" round cake with mini cuppies for a 1 year old boy. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3TUY2kUFIy4KoXU9P3Q62V4b_OO2lGaV1HiHS_0MEkx1CzET8IvswMsd23mTWjXBXBytcUagYlx9WX9uLAT9w-zhrSU4paxbqpT83s1Za8n545itysCGQIZUouUK4xYDJozkGHh1Mzg7E/s1600/camera+new31+286.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524384133026862034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3TUY2kUFIy4KoXU9P3Q62V4b_OO2lGaV1HiHS_0MEkx1CzET8IvswMsd23mTWjXBXBytcUagYlx9WX9uLAT9w-zhrSU4paxbqpT83s1Za8n545itysCGQIZUouUK4xYDJozkGHh1Mzg7E/s400/camera+new31+286.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yellow cake with vanilla buttercream and homemade marshmallow fondant base and accents.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5z1-_b-OuoHDhoNmLELKClbza2fkfhkrHdNHNVpaAKumWqCBcnIwrNY6BzqIgDZXW6PgQU69Sy178OElxEUrUUcMVCunukByWUlAKaZiIPVvunqF4sNMm7PIjNZrkosjm1F0z5SoVfdDP/s1600/camera+new31+285.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524384128393873794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5z1-_b-OuoHDhoNmLELKClbza2fkfhkrHdNHNVpaAKumWqCBcnIwrNY6BzqIgDZXW6PgQU69Sy178OElxEUrUUcMVCunukByWUlAKaZiIPVvunqF4sNMm7PIjNZrkosjm1F0z5SoVfdDP/s400/camera+new31+285.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div><br /></div><p align="center">I had a lot of fun with these and I look forward to my next animal adventure! :)</p>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-2449498155002217342010-09-14T22:07:00.003-05:002010-09-14T22:19:28.153-05:00Bugs<div align="center">Recently I was able to capture some neat shots.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5vwfryzHhxWCtO2dGM54ZcbumHvi4YTvZF78j8btWeoHNEqRC3BtqY197oEF_XbDYCD5aXTrFQKR_TQVnotabUve-VgWC2Re0eLsqvKBwKmutbWP8kGuUlocFRfSkMd1MFHe9SRJSXV4V/s1600/camera+new32+254.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516972166113054946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5vwfryzHhxWCtO2dGM54ZcbumHvi4YTvZF78j8btWeoHNEqRC3BtqY197oEF_XbDYCD5aXTrFQKR_TQVnotabUve-VgWC2Re0eLsqvKBwKmutbWP8kGuUlocFRfSkMd1MFHe9SRJSXV4V/s400/camera+new32+254.JPG" border="0" /></a> I really liked these Lazy Susans but when I bent down, I </div><div align="center">saw this Praying Mantis just staring at me!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVYIZYqBe3PqeznXo2iyFdnl36shnFp6suSvdQ9S0vP45nvJStLpikL2ZQw9CWfCNhAgq3FHG2iPg_oxIXwz1NTCBjyfw0-I4CYfxUmeDWBbbFcxxWj5VgfKakdh4INTNK4Vagx31qmtvx/s1600/camera+new28+316.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516972159363003426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVYIZYqBe3PqeznXo2iyFdnl36shnFp6suSvdQ9S0vP45nvJStLpikL2ZQw9CWfCNhAgq3FHG2iPg_oxIXwz1NTCBjyfw0-I4CYfxUmeDWBbbFcxxWj5VgfKakdh4INTNK4Vagx31qmtvx/s400/camera+new28+316.JPG" border="0" /></a> My mother actually pointed this out to me. I'm so glad she did!<br />I want to turn this into a "hang in there!!" poster. :)<br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-53650694223079460172010-09-14T21:26:00.002-05:002010-09-14T22:04:19.867-05:00Festival of the Little Hills<div align="center">Every August brings the Festival of the Little Hills here in St. Charles. </div><div align="center">It's a booth-style craft festival that is a crazy melting pot of higher-end crafting and touristy stuff. Somehow it always winds up being on the hottest weekend of the summer but this year it was downright pleasant! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">After getting sticky while eating our annual homemade ice cream sandwiches from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Presbyterian</span> Church, we rinsed off.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgegBUofj1AO0GayQ9VhUOfH8vsQfipB3vSOszsHzwnblxRjmSCp8nIqdM7meXRrEv10N5YuIxbTTFUUNje_S617Q8V0Pkst0lRerjsSshJQ1lV8HyyRIlcfRA8hhN4PQmP5x6PTeFk1Dgr/s1600/camera+new28+330.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516964401241568130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgegBUofj1AO0GayQ9VhUOfH8vsQfipB3vSOszsHzwnblxRjmSCp8nIqdM7meXRrEv10N5YuIxbTTFUUNje_S617Q8V0Pkst0lRerjsSshJQ1lV8HyyRIlcfRA8hhN4PQmP5x6PTeFk1Dgr/s400/camera+new28+330.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYVzlDfeqiEPy4CX48SayKa_iIodwb0rJcMaa4eRKgcqMM8glevxYB-kYtnK-VEdRW0GVLFO8t17FRA-P0ZbBOEVXPunYrph1EW6JdyRlBj5a-elgHlqLEl9hENVA6YOgImCuEySAgkRXL/s1600/camera+new28+318.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516963814990121922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYVzlDfeqiEPy4CX48SayKa_iIodwb0rJcMaa4eRKgcqMM8glevxYB-kYtnK-VEdRW0GVLFO8t17FRA-P0ZbBOEVXPunYrph1EW6JdyRlBj5a-elgHlqLEl9hENVA6YOgImCuEySAgkRXL/s400/camera+new28+318.JPG" border="0" /></a> The smell of Kettle Corn was so inviting but I resisted!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTeESJ5h_mJFALywmroN98QQhX00_vHai9-m48EaiLnsjzh2JHGq9sd8GseW_4ssLkHyjNDEvaSe5xM9tm28sXPk1f4Yg8_NNkFs8hq0oAAfFDPm9n5r4SqSzIiNOR1vBzUbVqUdUp486/s1600/camera+new28+300.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516963803665758626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTeESJ5h_mJFALywmroN98QQhX00_vHai9-m48EaiLnsjzh2JHGq9sd8GseW_4ssLkHyjNDEvaSe5xM9tm28sXPk1f4Yg8_NNkFs8hq0oAAfFDPm9n5r4SqSzIiNOR1vBzUbVqUdUp486/s400/camera+new28+300.JPG" border="0" /></a> You can find anything and everything at the Festival. </div><div>From lawn furniture to painted gourds to tie dyed Fruit of the Looms!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheZhPOpSgyKIsWyVNdxWeLwPVv5J5_Jf44uGtux8WVJ2_qv5DcyUPn1QDlnuJxI09zFFzXFVTFyy2mUwFWhxjPXv3E2tJ2FuLpQR19EXdRRVgO6g46dsL1yFuvbNa26ZZ1MB4vzMJ3Xnse/s1600/camera+new28+299.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516963791984820434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheZhPOpSgyKIsWyVNdxWeLwPVv5J5_Jf44uGtux8WVJ2_qv5DcyUPn1QDlnuJxI09zFFzXFVTFyy2mUwFWhxjPXv3E2tJ2FuLpQR19EXdRRVgO6g46dsL1yFuvbNa26ZZ1MB4vzMJ3Xnse/s400/camera+new28+299.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kisses from Daddy<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdw3hnCNavpQX2OSWX5aaAUmFBFL8tBPfxn6AuYudnIa6wjxP41BTlL8uz732RKCjW8_zU4OUBODTrHljHHKRufaA824k_kwlF7L8MfW3l9S7Ec_n6nnt4unOWg3CxxHgaqF0J9pjWVIQF/s1600/camera+new28+287.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516963782908780578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdw3hnCNavpQX2OSWX5aaAUmFBFL8tBPfxn6AuYudnIa6wjxP41BTlL8uz732RKCjW8_zU4OUBODTrHljHHKRufaA824k_kwlF7L8MfW3l9S7Ec_n6nnt4unOWg3CxxHgaqF0J9pjWVIQF/s400/camera+new28+287.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hubster</span> stopped for a quick snapshot.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQikBfJbKOuvSOCzqu6u1UOwtbAgiiaHS9m8idjo9ebgNXJ-BCb1MRnDgzWpvbKNX_X6KFMJf-4ogkTxi3fizq6S4mimxTg_wFAl6u5cEK-IBO7hrLeARXmJdZF2mFi_iwY7zwfRD2ec4/s1600/camera+new28+292-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516963769866628386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQikBfJbKOuvSOCzqu6u1UOwtbAgiiaHS9m8idjo9ebgNXJ-BCb1MRnDgzWpvbKNX_X6KFMJf-4ogkTxi3fizq6S4mimxTg_wFAl6u5cEK-IBO7hrLeARXmJdZF2mFi_iwY7zwfRD2ec4/s400/camera+new28+292-1.JPG" border="0" /></a> Can't wait until next year!<br /></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-1260295135154937312010-08-18T18:06:00.004-05:002010-08-18T18:15:19.482-05:00zzzzzzzzzzz<div align="center">"No day is so bad it can't be fixed with a nap." - Carrie Snow</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Griffin fell asleep on the couch today and I couldn't help but snap some pictures of his sweet face. </div><div align="center">Sometimes this little guy simply takes my breath away. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeelqSw-kyw9472xLDfnR5h0nggMr5QF9UXWwOv83IP1iRs2yrq6LyJ27-tMei6BfTEbHbmKx56kQyvdIK2qsAVtg6LMKUr-MeORK1h_NSrKw4ku7x2HiZ9K-aLsfbKlVUhPFSqhjawWVV/s1600/camera+new27+278.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506890720231475618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeelqSw-kyw9472xLDfnR5h0nggMr5QF9UXWwOv83IP1iRs2yrq6LyJ27-tMei6BfTEbHbmKx56kQyvdIK2qsAVtg6LMKUr-MeORK1h_NSrKw4ku7x2HiZ9K-aLsfbKlVUhPFSqhjawWVV/s400/camera+new27+278.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWpJDAWvxTKqddGFp78WY_vIXKnbBE9AdoHgSaJ_PjTrkfeeF6urcNHwRduvTyJzBdHuY2zqnn-CcZwtDcTzOcYLyN2Xw56lSOkIQKE7bP4A6OaejWzuvBR-mCCVWeAifK_1AC6zf4MXK/s1600/camera+new27+275.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506890709798115314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWpJDAWvxTKqddGFp78WY_vIXKnbBE9AdoHgSaJ_PjTrkfeeF6urcNHwRduvTyJzBdHuY2zqnn-CcZwtDcTzOcYLyN2Xw56lSOkIQKE7bP4A6OaejWzuvBR-mCCVWeAifK_1AC6zf4MXK/s400/camera+new27+275.JPG" border="0" /></a> I hope you all sleep as peacefully as this tonight! </div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-55863509051898240132010-08-15T23:03:00.004-05:002010-08-15T23:22:12.707-05:00YEYOW!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505857152758188434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglIA_bo3M2jEdt-a-8hLIJHd-drp-h3_EDVxWUYb1db2EGvZY5GZgQsr98y-WhRZkdn11r_zjJVmogrrfJUVT6GHjRHlXMo88ORNv29-l645ygTsj_-Q7jLk6GLRM4WUQGrXCm2kXo-KJH/s400/camera+new25+283.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">This weekend we learned the colors green (geen), pink (ink), purple (puple), and yellow (yeyow). We learned this by using bottles of royal icing that were in each of those colors.<br />There was a lot of screaming and clapping with each correct answer. Yellow is his favorite. </div><div align="center">It sounds best when said at the top of your lungs. </div><div align="center"><strong><em>YEYOW!</em></strong><br /></div><div align="center">The world is opening up to me once again. Learning new things is not a chore, but a joy. </div><div align="center">I think I'll try screaming and clapping at work the next time I learn something new. :)<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3gEde7DoMNaGKXcS9ubuexgm0wWdqOhmc9lbmKK_fNEOs3_g0BiyUJ62Ypc-xZqd-Fb_g2_Jy6OGeAGAoTD7Q491uj9LvJ4UTYB-HHQJLsssTBv0Kp51JhyphenhyphenkLAxzoqOrb0EQOH7TsCkV/s1600/camera+new25+291.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505853851212270866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3gEde7DoMNaGKXcS9ubuexgm0wWdqOhmc9lbmKK_fNEOs3_g0BiyUJ62Ypc-xZqd-Fb_g2_Jy6OGeAGAoTD7Q491uj9LvJ4UTYB-HHQJLsssTBv0Kp51JhyphenhyphenkLAxzoqOrb0EQOH7TsCkV/s400/camera+new25+291.JPG" border="0" /></a> To say that G is a happy boy is an understatement. He just bubbles, oozes, and explodes with laughter and smiles all the time. This is the perfect picture of him.<br />Crazy hair, dancing eyes, and a huge smile.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TbLGcv57vdtcFioSICnH4I5aq4U4KAE4BERAi1k1aK7LnJIlTYqZsUCVr1dWIEUjoruYw4u7xUBDBJyhVi7m5XQVH9aL_ddpHRNDDhNOfcU0xE_7xFusFqSdhVQEGVQAZ1-pZBu1WY64/s1600/camera+new25+318.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505853846253137026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TbLGcv57vdtcFioSICnH4I5aq4U4KAE4BERAi1k1aK7LnJIlTYqZsUCVr1dWIEUjoruYw4u7xUBDBJyhVi7m5XQVH9aL_ddpHRNDDhNOfcU0xE_7xFusFqSdhVQEGVQAZ1-pZBu1WY64/s400/camera+new25+318.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love this picture. </div></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-47274961350377725432010-08-15T08:17:00.003-05:002010-08-15T08:55:26.673-05:00A Birthday Greeting<div align="center">Happy Birthday to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hubster</span>! I love him so very much! </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQN9Bre5YdtPXe7jPcAV31a1s1OjPG4Eom3aXBSnBNg53LeOsb3A3j9Qxmbw0i2f68DYtFqAVGt7o-C3ci3W0ScWiDqxz3Aag7cUH99vG7r8FkxOlQfS6XUBVJwdwh1KHtKNNpDA9D_uO/s1600/City+Museum+073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505633177681862690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQN9Bre5YdtPXe7jPcAV31a1s1OjPG4Eom3aXBSnBNg53LeOsb3A3j9Qxmbw0i2f68DYtFqAVGt7o-C3ci3W0ScWiDqxz3Aag7cUH99vG7r8FkxOlQfS6XUBVJwdwh1KHtKNNpDA9D_uO/s400/City+Museum+073.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs4GBWhHkXvRint3_vNkB7am_bUeeJe0M5RVhxlx-Ck1USN33i4Cm8RHCC0DQeMRLhhVuNO3ifq5fww5n52kMBVM6CdnDDt9Su4CLPIcLjJLlXmCjcObQ2b0IramlnpP_mNnQWN_84x6YT/s1600/camera+new17+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505633174710002626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs4GBWhHkXvRint3_vNkB7am_bUeeJe0M5RVhxlx-Ck1USN33i4Cm8RHCC0DQeMRLhhVuNO3ifq5fww5n52kMBVM6CdnDDt9Su4CLPIcLjJLlXmCjcObQ2b0IramlnpP_mNnQWN_84x6YT/s400/camera+new17+021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHc6lxkCDklRmyLjzaxvodoSMYbbzmwz33Sl28JifuY-IEdLbJ__NYiAFG421N6AXvyoG8wAuypistPT8IMqCEpQyCI9gkbFlHrRShstWsDsE5umwnRLmXACV1ULPr0ewR65EQPet2UIF/s1600/camera+new3+070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505633161509420306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHc6lxkCDklRmyLjzaxvodoSMYbbzmwz33Sl28JifuY-IEdLbJ__NYiAFG421N6AXvyoG8wAuypistPT8IMqCEpQyCI9gkbFlHrRShstWsDsE5umwnRLmXACV1ULPr0ewR65EQPet2UIF/s400/camera+new3+070.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7a-4lpSEUB0pitDDVFVrhcZPQRZz8ujtX_NTs5X304mTzkExQAxAm5tDqNX-PQQyd11O7PWwvtEw-TKnxu9PI0o_-IgsX56_q3tacPjI19jMnsmDnVxbkg8F-3sX08ohdci60cScNFerv/s1600/090.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505633152947933634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7a-4lpSEUB0pitDDVFVrhcZPQRZz8ujtX_NTs5X304mTzkExQAxAm5tDqNX-PQQyd11O7PWwvtEw-TKnxu9PI0o_-IgsX56_q3tacPjI19jMnsmDnVxbkg8F-3sX08ohdci60cScNFerv/s400/090.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2f3bg0o_F6ZeNUIzSqjRb1aIo-QIom42fwcz_eG_zkCPy70WwA3B2KzhQh82KE4-ySELZfaa9cjIBya_NmB8ID28SCO5Hk3WUBOv5Wt_YkMb501CY1kr_kdxtTekbT6qTeyuEbko3RN_/s1600/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505633138724109330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2f3bg0o_F6ZeNUIzSqjRb1aIo-QIom42fwcz_eG_zkCPy70WwA3B2KzhQh82KE4-ySELZfaa9cjIBya_NmB8ID28SCO5Hk3WUBOv5Wt_YkMb501CY1kr_kdxtTekbT6qTeyuEbko3RN_/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yes, I know. Another post where I'm just posting pictures...But I'm short on time here! </div><div>The day is full with all things Matt! </div></div></div><br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-66960527046340853062010-08-12T15:16:00.008-05:002010-08-12T18:07:54.880-05:00Getting To Know You<div align="left">I don't tend to do a whole lot rambling on this blog. I seem to make the posts all about the pictures. Well, there are a few reasons for this:</div><div align="left">1) I talk a lot. All day. Everyday. I manage an art production company, so there are a lot of <em>artists</em> doing <em>corporate art</em> and it tends to be a bit tricky in the communication department. So, I fill the gap. When I'm not working, I talk to my son. A lot. I didn't used to. Now, he talks all the time and I'm happy to have mini conversations with him. </div><div align="left">2) I write a lot. All day. Everyday. To friends, mainly. I have several friends going through "life discoveries", as one tends to seem to do at the ripe old age of 30, and they like to write to me because they know I love to talk about myself and my own journeys. Not in an ego-centric way. I just am a very passionate person and I think people tend to gravitate towards that. </div><div align="left">3) I have a lot of literary friends and I don't want to feel like I'm being judged. I have a degree in Creative Writing but there are so many that are more creative than me at wordsmithing. </div><div align="left">4) I don't have a lot of personal time. I work full time, raise my son, am a homemaker (whether I work full time or not), and I'm trying to get 2 - because 1 isn't enough! - businesses off the ground. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">But enough of the excuses. I love this blog. It's been with me since before Griffin was born. When I make a new sugary creation, I can't wait to get the pictures uploaded but there needs to be something more, yes? </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I'm going to start writing more. I tend to stick with things that I'm super passionate about, so this might be boring and repetitive to some but hey, this is my little corner of the blogging world and I'm going to use it the way I want! </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">For today's blog: 10 things you might, or might not, know about me. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">1) I can talk - at LENGTH - about my relationship with the Hubster. We have a great relationship and I love to talk to anyone who will listen as to why! </div><div align="left">2) I can't stand negativity, nastiness, ignorance, racism, intolerance, flakiness, and lack of manners. I am faced with most of these things on a daily basis. </div><div align="left">3) I can keep a lot of balls in the air and juggle a million things and unfortunately I don't have much patience for those who don't or can't. I'm working on that.</div><div align="left">4) I wash my hands constantly.</div><div align="left">5) If I am mad at someone, I cannot look them in the eye. That's how you know!</div><div align="left">6) I love DIY and home improvement projects but since we don't plan on staying in this (shoe box - sized) house for too long, it's hard to justify doing anything big so I resort to crafts. That makes me mad. I'm ready to bust through a wall with a sledge hammer!!!!</div><div align="left">7) I'm a huge blog stalker. I have my favorite blogs (see to the left there) and I read them everyday. They teach me, uplift me, & inspire me. </div><div align="left">8) I think I'm the only person on the PLANET who doesn't understand 80s fashion nor do I want it to make a come back! </div><div align="left">9) Living in a small space has turned me into a neat freak. When a room becomes cluttered, I can feel the walls closing in around me and I can't think straight. I HULK OUT. Quite unfortunately for the Hubster, I cannot control this. </div><div align="left">10) I HATE my hair. It's thin and wispy and limp. For 13 years I have been at war with my hair. "Ahhh! I need my hair off my neck!" *chop chop* "I miss doing fun things with my hair!" *grow hair, grow!* </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">So there you have it, faithful readers. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Thanks, as always, for stopping by. Leave a comment so I know you are still out there! </div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-36636951644340216512010-08-03T20:12:00.003-05:002010-08-03T20:53:28.147-05:00Eeeeeeeeeeee!<div align="center">That's the sound I made when I purchased my new, white, shiny, beautiful KitchenAid mixer today! There was fist pumping. There was giggling. </div><div align="center">There was a happy dance when no one was looking.<br />Rachael is in town for the week and yesterday we made some cupcakes for my dear friend, Beth, for her birthday. While making them, my beater died. It made a horrible sound and the beaters stopped rotating. I had to mix the rest by hand. </div><div align="center">Luckily, I was near the end of the mixing process!<br />Today, the question became: What does one do when one has oodles of extra frosting left over, a new mixer, and no cupcakes? Yes. That was rhetorical.<br />We tried out a new recipe for a white cake and added chocolate chips to the middle of them. </div><div align="center">Nom nom nom<br />I love baking with Rachael and am so happy that she loves to bake with her wicked step-mother! :)</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi101QK6bUX-QS5w9N0_DO3yKvBLOSW4gb8BSXH6bYVm6mJAppjDUnRkeD6hmiuFkFkNLfZXjOorTIShUstJ5fXOj18VMpUHfnPaUmWq8anRP2M8OWJOD5Bm9eaivotptS5hmNGId72pIQ/s1600/camera+new21+125.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501364782154012946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi101QK6bUX-QS5w9N0_DO3yKvBLOSW4gb8BSXH6bYVm6mJAppjDUnRkeD6hmiuFkFkNLfZXjOorTIShUstJ5fXOj18VMpUHfnPaUmWq8anRP2M8OWJOD5Bm9eaivotptS5hmNGId72pIQ/s400/camera+new21+125.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yellow cake with vanilla buttercream and marshmallow fondant circles<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20HpY-uxNdJAnjqulhaYcikWOYRFJ0r3JDz__Fhm9AHunhyCJYnC60XfDQGQMAGJR2qaRsS6-YVuvhNBFkPiroG96IAXagiH5pQTKtFT0B4UuGx1Bt5HmyAlYra4NmWL6JhtziKEebaJX/s1600/camera+new21+120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501364773094145218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20HpY-uxNdJAnjqulhaYcikWOYRFJ0r3JDz__Fhm9AHunhyCJYnC60XfDQGQMAGJR2qaRsS6-YVuvhNBFkPiroG96IAXagiH5pQTKtFT0B4UuGx1Bt5HmyAlYra4NmWL6JhtziKEebaJX/s400/camera+new21+120.JPG" border="0" /></a> Beth just loves all things french, so I hand painted little Eiffel Towers! I'm no painter but I think they turned out pretty cute!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ilJz_2Wr4JUOSv4dga8iCVIShmXNDdp9gprZrJi9sfGkPIZHtwjvmEgQSzP-5F3zd113djj1EvtsIXJaaOJ_YtQfjbyivFafxpNTZYR3_5acIJvpFh_OA5KrXmVIxbUiPD0bRdmYUDtY/s1600/camera+new22+123.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501364766406829442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ilJz_2Wr4JUOSv4dga8iCVIShmXNDdp9gprZrJi9sfGkPIZHtwjvmEgQSzP-5F3zd113djj1EvtsIXJaaOJ_YtQfjbyivFafxpNTZYR3_5acIJvpFh_OA5KrXmVIxbUiPD0bRdmYUDtY/s400/camera+new22+123.JPG" border="0" /></a> White cake with chocolate chips added to the middle, Vanilla buttercream, and white dot sprinkles<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX0jXriUDAq5G2IR2Yyb3utcuIN36DDv8-Z2WrfWLYyQs2hYlQv0gOxujo6-s_xyyUOBzqQjiNNgkwQenwvVhhoLcBej41maXNDLtwHckeZRLXe6EE0HvZL0o-WO0HS0LmDEe_FoGhzXBT/s1600/camera+new22+127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501364762339257346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX0jXriUDAq5G2IR2Yyb3utcuIN36DDv8-Z2WrfWLYyQs2hYlQv0gOxujo6-s_xyyUOBzqQjiNNgkwQenwvVhhoLcBej41maXNDLtwHckeZRLXe6EE0HvZL0o-WO0HS0LmDEe_FoGhzXBT/s400/camera+new22+127.JPG" border="0" /></a> Swirls of yumminess</div></div><br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-54794485080232545862010-07-26T12:53:00.002-05:002010-07-26T13:17:46.546-05:00A Visit & Some Cupcakes<div align="center">This past week, my sister and her 3 boys have been visiting us from Texas! </div><div align="center">Griffin just adores his cousins and they all have such a blast together! </div><div align="center">Here are some pictures from our time together. </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNObs0aDxfvtmpUBrjkMf8SZTczGp64kGyl4-3tsfI_yedczNxsNOtzcoCFsPZS0b3WAy8n9obUI68Ia2Luq-_0TgUJM01J9cBLP2HMHMSzWh8FObjqpAc3YcOxsE5WfWYViOeksM1z7ek/s1600/camera+new20+022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498278007869715458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNObs0aDxfvtmpUBrjkMf8SZTczGp64kGyl4-3tsfI_yedczNxsNOtzcoCFsPZS0b3WAy8n9obUI68Ia2Luq-_0TgUJM01J9cBLP2HMHMSzWh8FObjqpAc3YcOxsE5WfWYViOeksM1z7ek/s400/camera+new20+022.JPG" border="0" /></a>I love me some Sissy!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdWzQ1IUhVNEFsAT377WcGyYjwL6PCAWPV5PC1Ic47EJkUyyAaNA6CS3lL1CLZ6_WFOa6CjDP6T1g-7KKt8QYuAqh5JmJoPWghaDnrZtvhL3kg9gI_owKmONlhyphenhyphensP2o1EU20ZpHo9DTUs/s1600/camera+new20+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498278000707192994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdWzQ1IUhVNEFsAT377WcGyYjwL6PCAWPV5PC1Ic47EJkUyyAaNA6CS3lL1CLZ6_WFOa6CjDP6T1g-7KKt8QYuAqh5JmJoPWghaDnrZtvhL3kg9gI_owKmONlhyphenhyphensP2o1EU20ZpHo9DTUs/s400/camera+new20+017.JPG" border="0" /></a> The boys<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrbYHYuIn5QJ7vYVRH87LABmnQIn076-uOykO7F4EXixGH2SCuEP9w7De44uJjdiVTxSKnOQmHAnSYznpeMhfskfyf1-yU0vxsHp_g1oYDl9uX4lsIneadcE0BCX8aO8gZHMI27a1SavI/s1600/camera+new20+027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498277988640040994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrbYHYuIn5QJ7vYVRH87LABmnQIn076-uOykO7F4EXixGH2SCuEP9w7De44uJjdiVTxSKnOQmHAnSYznpeMhfskfyf1-yU0vxsHp_g1oYDl9uX4lsIneadcE0BCX8aO8gZHMI27a1SavI/s400/camera+new20+027.JPG" border="0" /></a> We had a dinner at our Grandmother's house to celebrate Griffin's birthday and Sister's visit. Here are some cute mini cuppies I made for the occasion. </div><div>Vanilla cake with Nutella Buttercream<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZV3kVuMYxusAgs6CLtIRQ9kT8us9ANjqKYgHluaAU1Zc_BFr8jPG8PWfFLMHZcyrOKJllnq3LlkYbqcJ3QJgWsTOGLgtyrX_U8rlrOjW3f2irz6JZkcOaUrMgU4LU4g7DyqL2GLRnvwr/s1600/camera+new20+026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498277976406186562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZV3kVuMYxusAgs6CLtIRQ9kT8us9ANjqKYgHluaAU1Zc_BFr8jPG8PWfFLMHZcyrOKJllnq3LlkYbqcJ3QJgWsTOGLgtyrX_U8rlrOjW3f2irz6JZkcOaUrMgU4LU4g7DyqL2GLRnvwr/s400/camera+new20+026.JPG" border="0" /></a> Vanilla cake with Vanilla Buttercream</div></div></div><br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-22366570124461706412010-07-18T16:39:00.007-05:002010-07-18T17:37:31.661-05:00Happy Birthday, Baby (Er, I mean Big Boy)!<div align="center">My boy is 2. When he turned 1, the time that passed by seemed appropriate. Now that he's 2 I feel like life has been in fast forward! It's so amazing the milestones that have been reached between the 1st year and the 2nd. The day before his first birthday, Griffin stood up in front of a crowd of people and took his first steps - right to his big sissy. Now, he's RUNNING (man, this kid is fast!), talking, coloring, & putting toys together and taking them apart. He has focus enough to sit through an entire movie and everything makes him laugh. He has amazing hand-eye coordination (yesterday I was at the bottom of the stairs and I threw a ball up to him at the top of the stairs and he caught it!) and is amazingly light on his feet. His energy is boundless and his love and affection has no limit. He knows his body parts and loves to dance. It's a breath of fresh air to be able to talk to him and he understands what I say. Just in the past two weeks, he's taken to repeating words he hears and is jumping, twirling, and clapping non stop as though he has a constant Griffin theme song in his head.<br />In March he started to go to a sitters house 3 days per week. This was (and still is) so hard for me but he has just blossomed. He's made so many friends and plays so well with others. Dude even picked up a girlfriend that he loves to hug and kiss! We just adore Miss Beth, his sitter. She's so attentive and loves all the kiddos so very much. He still naps well at her house and eats food there that he would never touch at home, like broccoli and cheese and ravioli!<br />Being a mom has been just the greatest journey. God knew what I needed to "let go" of and what I needed to pay attention to and so he sent me a little boy that allowed me to start to become the very best person I can be. Isn't it amazing what we can learn about ourselves from our children?<br />Happy Birthday, Griffin. Mama loves you more than Buttercream!</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3hHAByG1IQxOh8FMvBPbGtL64Y3WdONSd0NbblNTZcC7vFKgB6Nzx5WVDV8YiexgtC8KUszp9TxulrgKMZWq0s_v8wRZWb1zLNpdGoJCE13t4wHk1RkOnEnaVLS7NYJF-wmHnoRdu5OpQ/s1600/camera+new16+050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495378477379214290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3hHAByG1IQxOh8FMvBPbGtL64Y3WdONSd0NbblNTZcC7vFKgB6Nzx5WVDV8YiexgtC8KUszp9TxulrgKMZWq0s_v8wRZWb1zLNpdGoJCE13t4wHk1RkOnEnaVLS7NYJF-wmHnoRdu5OpQ/s400/camera+new16+050.JPG" border="0" /></a> Griffin and Sophie<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZC4EQ1xOWdrrd64daX-hLwzgZrkOOxIcH3l-3aUr7X6HmDXmwdojkLZ-GmhLxIpmqEOqH3SZNpSDDFKn3JvkABFvm4O-XpFIfya2t-I4qCRmeAr6erON5bW3Vm1jj7HjC0tdICKW5sM-9/s1600/new+camera20+027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495370446119605074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZC4EQ1xOWdrrd64daX-hLwzgZrkOOxIcH3l-3aUr7X6HmDXmwdojkLZ-GmhLxIpmqEOqH3SZNpSDDFKn3JvkABFvm4O-XpFIfya2t-I4qCRmeAr6erON5bW3Vm1jj7HjC0tdICKW5sM-9/s400/new+camera20+027.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dude loves to feed himself!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizngRFqXGPKsNMm7oKoWmrROVJtZ_qBDDi5_TVKQ8EPfRhb28Y290hDzuY0NYzXOSuBg1iBGgi7ojvQ8JYzkaYUTLL0ibQbiyXQgT485DW-A5vAzD0Oay5lL2Mk0Xnwrc1k7hi7sEcf-y4/s1600/new+camera24+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495370444936633634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizngRFqXGPKsNMm7oKoWmrROVJtZ_qBDDi5_TVKQ8EPfRhb28Y290hDzuY0NYzXOSuBg1iBGgi7ojvQ8JYzkaYUTLL0ibQbiyXQgT485DW-A5vAzD0Oay5lL2Mk0Xnwrc1k7hi7sEcf-y4/s400/new+camera24+011.JPG" border="0" /></a> We aren't sure whether his curls will go away or not but I just love them!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThcr7fb0mPOp8vNkZ0kt8CDnWgMjRiFlFo_5QasoJzgJex5lGWzb_Me87fdAAkYrggtLNmc2NIdAytqJvWpypCwCxxA784XHokqAUoMEInMlz7CrBhfIOZ3o4IeJNKM_nMbi0WjuvDO4J/s1600/camera+new2+069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495370435883259986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThcr7fb0mPOp8vNkZ0kt8CDnWgMjRiFlFo_5QasoJzgJex5lGWzb_Me87fdAAkYrggtLNmc2NIdAytqJvWpypCwCxxA784XHokqAUoMEInMlz7CrBhfIOZ3o4IeJNKM_nMbi0WjuvDO4J/s400/camera+new2+069.JPG" border="0" /></a>Sticking out your tounge always helps you do better! :)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmTpr8BVy_QAX4vleKyX7CNOhEVFN78NSvUBGVgoNoaZp0oEyQ3v9RyjPhzazO_PKwBJtX4b5_bsc9TAmBE3o7m32p-1TS4mf0lGEqeTPIGoJwXMsieawS6zRH0_D7No965iT58Ru9vVp_/s1600/5.25.10+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495368447631950322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmTpr8BVy_QAX4vleKyX7CNOhEVFN78NSvUBGVgoNoaZp0oEyQ3v9RyjPhzazO_PKwBJtX4b5_bsc9TAmBE3o7m32p-1TS4mf0lGEqeTPIGoJwXMsieawS6zRH0_D7No965iT58Ru9vVp_/s400/5.25.10+006.JPG" border="0" /></a>I still work from home 2 days per week, which is a huge blessing.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAoOrFmzdCeGj_Ngpx-JSAUCrYmXcsdSR3DeACBT1-yiyj7ee0fKUJlKcPdTcsLAe5YV2BsI6pX91VuLeaEDj8kKLfGb0cZd7GyyswRlu0zrmR5HwXrAKeVZ4kEJTvKDcMOTm0Aj7PVZx/s1600/camera+new5+029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495368440740610754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAoOrFmzdCeGj_Ngpx-JSAUCrYmXcsdSR3DeACBT1-yiyj7ee0fKUJlKcPdTcsLAe5YV2BsI6pX91VuLeaEDj8kKLfGb0cZd7GyyswRlu0zrmR5HwXrAKeVZ4kEJTvKDcMOTm0Aj7PVZx/s400/camera+new5+029.JPG" border="0" /></a>Griffin and one of his buds, Ayden.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIZrbl1vGV7uAzMxD6VBD1KXIUDIF0ngGjfbIgpWeVnaXCecNoLDXNjB87ZeHkAWPyhlHj0G9ECKQSj62krARo0pNBU4Dj0itSy7gesERA6HoTE80XzTF4yDBoJFhk9d_E8pMNt_06nj7/s1600/camera+new7+035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495368435607085170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIZrbl1vGV7uAzMxD6VBD1KXIUDIF0ngGjfbIgpWeVnaXCecNoLDXNjB87ZeHkAWPyhlHj0G9ECKQSj62krARo0pNBU4Dj0itSy7gesERA6HoTE80XzTF4yDBoJFhk9d_E8pMNt_06nj7/s400/camera+new7+035.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mr. Man got a big boy bed! The transition has been rough but he's doing pretty well now!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMOH1miUabmzbefHTimxvFR8FnCRAM2TavfN91l3gIVPCmlHR7wT2cIlaOyOoDX_zv86pZ1WMT-ksZOAIw9qtwpkfC7WQHFCB67u1WlcFj_M4nGD5p4u1eX7z5JGRwfvsr8-ROIAseyp3S/s1600/camera+new8+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495368418589035986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMOH1miUabmzbefHTimxvFR8FnCRAM2TavfN91l3gIVPCmlHR7wT2cIlaOyOoDX_zv86pZ1WMT-ksZOAIw9qtwpkfC7WQHFCB67u1WlcFj_M4nGD5p4u1eX7z5JGRwfvsr8-ROIAseyp3S/s400/camera+new8+024.JPG" border="0" /></a> Always smiling!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBarvdWpAP1ziq4Zrlj1F2ZNR2EkOW1HNEOUR8pP7_yS2M7ZH5kPlXwS-iqrlURu77Jc-kuVqRaYkzJCW1fj-_PwRG3yXPjmCNkFnLY73KK4kAT8k7rEamKDtmIKHkSCmNAxCgequhFvOw/s1600/camera+new13+018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495368411698492146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBarvdWpAP1ziq4Zrlj1F2ZNR2EkOW1HNEOUR8pP7_yS2M7ZH5kPlXwS-iqrlURu77Jc-kuVqRaYkzJCW1fj-_PwRG3yXPjmCNkFnLY73KK4kAT8k7rEamKDtmIKHkSCmNAxCgequhFvOw/s400/camera+new13+018.JPG" border="0" /></a>Silly face!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2dUYq86EClAujdjRp2sGbtbTVp8XLueqZLb3_8ezvWbjH_eN8MphsP1d7kYBxa8Wllj0RSgAgxf0CT9eV99NOrG98V0r8tjrZGvZcSW4wtUMOhYwRAtidu9GriR7uRF8GfZvayQxUmyB3/s1600/camera+new18+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495366435039099506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2dUYq86EClAujdjRp2sGbtbTVp8XLueqZLb3_8ezvWbjH_eN8MphsP1d7kYBxa8Wllj0RSgAgxf0CT9eV99NOrG98V0r8tjrZGvZcSW4wtUMOhYwRAtidu9GriR7uRF8GfZvayQxUmyB3/s400/camera+new18+004.JPG" border="0" /></a>Cheese!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yt7-yF_b_rmHnuQhgxCvq_FsmLsqgfpeATkkVcxDsVUSHC91g3ilVHi1_p1U5mxAXLq_zntdXdWab8x2t-U-_L1vLwYGg6YJa9R8-hNQOQtq68duwLrXgmP34DgB7t9vg_BniuAbmHW8/s1600/camera+new18+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495366429267188722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yt7-yF_b_rmHnuQhgxCvq_FsmLsqgfpeATkkVcxDsVUSHC91g3ilVHi1_p1U5mxAXLq_zntdXdWab8x2t-U-_L1vLwYGg6YJa9R8-hNQOQtq68duwLrXgmP34DgB7t9vg_BniuAbmHW8/s400/camera+new18+005.JPG" border="0" /></a> We love to color!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbaY56eqR0D074gScHh4_K0ZjbdyQFxtebiXpai9FRHwBGARA4OEpT6whE2zQTd2RvAg99Kl8qJIxLEuomBQrY0swLyaUnGFP_0IDtfeSBaudBASA1WsixidCiblNJ4gTmUbsHC_6uAvDK/s1600/camera+new17+019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495366411981159394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbaY56eqR0D074gScHh4_K0ZjbdyQFxtebiXpai9FRHwBGARA4OEpT6whE2zQTd2RvAg99Kl8qJIxLEuomBQrY0swLyaUnGFP_0IDtfeSBaudBASA1WsixidCiblNJ4gTmUbsHC_6uAvDK/s400/camera+new17+019.JPG" border="0" /></a> Two of his favorite things: Running and Rock Collecting!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiG7o6cBxxLVm1d9EMm14hZjehPX6nEKh9DxvzDSLnALHGOPXbGKMUTdbE0tQ2CYjYIY6oFw-KkfrpA824dw0J9d19DEOutRH0TgvY1-HmhJt9AQSRAn221h1enl_aDhNwTEjJhwTbL-R8/s1600/camera+new15+095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495366403158115554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiG7o6cBxxLVm1d9EMm14hZjehPX6nEKh9DxvzDSLnALHGOPXbGKMUTdbE0tQ2CYjYIY6oFw-KkfrpA824dw0J9d19DEOutRH0TgvY1-HmhJt9AQSRAn221h1enl_aDhNwTEjJhwTbL-R8/s400/camera+new15+095.JPG" border="0" /></a> Running running everywhere!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYHluI5og-wc0L7JwFDvLqvrboOxkWzbbwYnqcjMc1mSCA_rHkfZRQ92mH-4g_MBPU3ZujoSbiUB9dVwgdtAxwp_Guiyyw9BIDsDMPvLjkBhTYavZXVtyr33irWVXLcv3IH28AoZHqtLm/s1600/new+camera16g%27sparty+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495366388511689362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYHluI5og-wc0L7JwFDvLqvrboOxkWzbbwYnqcjMc1mSCA_rHkfZRQ92mH-4g_MBPU3ZujoSbiUB9dVwgdtAxwp_Guiyyw9BIDsDMPvLjkBhTYavZXVtyr33irWVXLcv3IH28AoZHqtLm/s400/new+camera16g%27sparty+024.JPG" border="0" /></a> Birthday cookies for my little Rockstar</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533978124238932959.post-87996737739696285252010-07-04T17:27:00.003-05:002010-07-04T17:36:50.015-05:00More Patriotic Goodness!<div align="center">I headed over to </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.tidymom.net/">www.tidymom.net</a></div><div align="center">to get some inspiration for more yummies on this 4th of July! </div><div align="center">The gel food coloring that I have really missed the mark with the red color in the cake batter. </div><div align="center">Next week's purchase will be some Americolor gel food coloring. </div><div align="center">I hope your 4th is just as yummy as mine! </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDVwUpU-2MvupQtOjj4u9Ep_2AOu4CEF_C9ExkhGqfi8IA6CzUf3kVJ-h0ge0GnYE5g0bdAfUjGvCBA-er6LGDnjWmnsuKUJV0po08x8R4nR3lQIrA2kdb2dZ7F5J5lPPqeQUB9MEbAOx/s1600/camera+new14+049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490182668590317746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDVwUpU-2MvupQtOjj4u9Ep_2AOu4CEF_C9ExkhGqfi8IA6CzUf3kVJ-h0ge0GnYE5g0bdAfUjGvCBA-er6LGDnjWmnsuKUJV0po08x8R4nR3lQIrA2kdb2dZ7F5J5lPPqeQUB9MEbAOx/s400/camera+new14+049.JPG" border="0" /></a> Vanilla cake cupcakes with good 'ol vanilla buttercream<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9nYtoxORRP_lIAGvXjyfr8K6v_WJf-myZtfz3ORgMEK91YcCzgWIzJ1WP9XO1_Jwyu0q2PkD1htUiCQVFsOoSxfrq1bySA034bls9x3qtUPmWR0HHP15u16Ecp3mme98setzHod6wufO8/s1600/camera+new14+048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490182665723936322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9nYtoxORRP_lIAGvXjyfr8K6v_WJf-myZtfz3ORgMEK91YcCzgWIzJ1WP9XO1_Jwyu0q2PkD1htUiCQVFsOoSxfrq1bySA034bls9x3qtUPmWR0HHP15u16Ecp3mme98setzHod6wufO8/s400/camera+new14+048.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZbm8CJg6HymVBXAVuaVCkIm9HvlaW39IuKlgxirUtTwdGiMafjhRuzwhVf32SWt5dznB-7VYsqDfIFfsp4qvxTfRs92d8yFCwdqBQBcqa0pyZfpi3p_9rzX8RSubcdsKPc5-4aYVBdtd/s1600/camera+new14+045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490182657674368562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZbm8CJg6HymVBXAVuaVCkIm9HvlaW39IuKlgxirUtTwdGiMafjhRuzwhVf32SWt5dznB-7VYsqDfIFfsp4qvxTfRs92d8yFCwdqBQBcqa0pyZfpi3p_9rzX8RSubcdsKPc5-4aYVBdtd/s400/camera+new14+045.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17957439689265614077noreply@blogger.com1