<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385616987219473992</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:21:38.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>april&amp;ellagrace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731483720554286663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SP-uhaZN27I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Ds0_Eg2-RA/S220/april%26ellag.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385616987219473992.post-1061271064616731812</id><published>2009-04-14T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:46:10.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Ball Time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SeUuPpyKsKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r-sCLucyrYQ/s1600-h/IMG_3139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324712980884664482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SeUuPpyKsKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r-sCLucyrYQ/s320/IMG_3139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SeUuPMR1lrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EACRGqhBA1Y/s1600-h/IMG_3140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324712972964435634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SeUuPMR1lrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EACRGqhBA1Y/s320/IMG_3140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SeUuO0h2hpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nnG46MqpnGY/s1600-h/IMG_3131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324712966589154962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SeUuO0h2hpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nnG46MqpnGY/s320/IMG_3131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SeUuOvNRwtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sBt-UA-RIMU/s1600-h/IMG_3128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324712965160682194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SeUuOvNRwtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sBt-UA-RIMU/s320/IMG_3128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so wish I had more time to blog. There is just so much going on all the time, the computer takes a bit of a backburner. So EG has started t-ball. She had practice Monday. They are SO cute! But of course my child had to talk and ask the coach twenty questions before she would bat. I was like "where does she get all that talking from"? Not me of course :) But once she got the hang of it she did pretty good. She may actually be a ball player (like her daddy, we all know I have no athletic ability whatsoever). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We close on our house April 30th! I'm so excited but stressed to the max! I have not started packing AT ALL! And I am going to working in Atlanta next week...so I'm not real sure when I'm gonna start. But thats okay I'm just excited I got it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385616987219473992-1061271064616731812?l=aprilellagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1061271064616731812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385616987219473992&amp;postID=1061271064616731812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/1061271064616731812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/1061271064616731812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/t-ball-time.html' title='T-Ball Time!!!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731483720554286663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SP-uhaZN27I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Ds0_Eg2-RA/S220/april%26ellag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SeUuPpyKsKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r-sCLucyrYQ/s72-c/IMG_3139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385616987219473992.post-3807413537021834334</id><published>2009-03-22T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:22:15.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/ScbWJNsbxyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/w3txJzK5Cd8/s1600-h/egasleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316171863940646690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/ScbWJNsbxyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/w3txJzK5Cd8/s320/egasleep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/ScbWIZS-MAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Xu9fXaycxoQ/s1600-h/egtrain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316171849875206146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/ScbWIZS-MAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Xu9fXaycxoQ/s320/egtrain.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/ScbWIP2fNjI/AAAAAAAAADw/A3YXzFUO4xU/s1600-h/Ellagzoo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316171847339816498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/ScbWIP2fNjI/AAAAAAAAADw/A3YXzFUO4xU/s320/Ellagzoo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/ScbWHzFqfmI/AAAAAAAAADo/qm5IpvG0Y2k/s1600-h/amidy2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316171839618842210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/ScbWHzFqfmI/AAAAAAAAADo/qm5IpvG0Y2k/s320/amidy2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. It has been over a month since the last blog post. So much has happened. Ella Grace got her hair cut. It is so cute! Even though my parents had a heart attack when they saw her. I just have to keep reminding them...I'm the mommy, I'm the mommy. She looks so grown up. As most of you that know Heather know Amidy Cole is here. She is an absolute doll. At first I thought she looked liked Heather then I thought maybe Doc. She's just a combination of both I think. And she is precious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ella Grace and I went to the zoo Friday. We had a ball of course. I think you forget how gross the zoo really is until you become a germophobe parent. I think I used my whole bottle of hand sanitizer on us both. She loved the flamingos and giraffes. Did ya'll know they give camel rides now? We didnt do that of course. All I could think of was those animals gone wild videos, so we skipped that whole deal. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385616987219473992-3807413537021834334?l=aprilellagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3807413537021834334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385616987219473992&amp;postID=3807413537021834334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/3807413537021834334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/3807413537021834334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731483720554286663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SP-uhaZN27I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Ds0_Eg2-RA/S220/april%26ellag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/ScbWJNsbxyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/w3txJzK5Cd8/s72-c/egasleep.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385616987219473992.post-2981652701713293849</id><published>2009-02-16T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:45:31.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so exited about Heather's shower this weekend.  This does make four of my closest friends that are now pregnant.  If I weren't living vicariously through all of you I'd being So depressed right now.  I'm kidding.  But I am really excited about all of these new editions to our lives.  I think me and Ella Grace are gonna get a dog :) when we get a new house.  That way I have something to baby and she has something to torture.  We went to see Hotel for Dogs a few weeks ago and they had Humane Society posters there with real dogs that needed homes, one she fell in love with named Buttercup (in her mind, its name was really doodlebug but she won't listen to me).  So now she has to go to the pest store and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she goes she is looking for buttercup!  We are gonna have some real issues if she actually sees a dog that looks like buttercup because she will expect me to bring it home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just to let you all know cocktails are now cottontails.  We were watching a cooking show and they lady said coming up she was gonna make cocktails.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EllaG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;leaned&lt;/span&gt; over and whispered "why does she always have to make cottontails?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385616987219473992-2981652701713293849?l=aprilellagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2981652701713293849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385616987219473992&amp;postID=2981652701713293849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/2981652701713293849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/2981652701713293849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-exited-about-heathers-shower-this.html' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731483720554286663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SP-uhaZN27I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Ds0_Eg2-RA/S220/april%26ellag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385616987219473992.post-5911661768515724662</id><published>2009-01-22T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:38:00.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Naughty Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok I have debated on whether to post this or not, but it's too funny so I had to.  A few days ago I was getting Ella G's papers out of her backpack and I was doing the whole mommy voice and oohing and ahhing over what she did that day.  Anyway, I pulled out a little thing that looked like a paper chicken. So I said "Ella Grace did you make a chicken at school today?" in a very excited voice.  She turns around, looks at me like I'm the biggest idiot and says in a teenage smart tone, "Yeah, what the hell are you asking me for?" I wanted to laugh SO bad but I knew I had to discilpline her because she knew it was wrong.  I could tell by her face after she said it.  But it was so hard not to crack up.  I honestly have no idea where she got it from or how she knew how to use it.  She said she heard it at school, but my guess is she heard it on TV.  However, it was the first so I had to tell it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385616987219473992-5911661768515724662?l=aprilellagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5911661768515724662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385616987219473992&amp;postID=5911661768515724662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/5911661768515724662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/5911661768515724662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-naughty-word.html' title='First Naughty Word'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731483720554286663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SP-uhaZN27I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Ds0_Eg2-RA/S220/april%26ellag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385616987219473992.post-4411468815693484182</id><published>2009-01-14T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:42:22.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SW6GGV_vMiI/AAAAAAAAADY/_sKsrhY2bm4/s1600-h/ellag+ped.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SW6GF7Nv69I/AAAAAAAAADQ/2I9KfD6Nkoc/s1600-h/ellag+ped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291314048559737810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SW6GF7Nv69I/AAAAAAAAADQ/2I9KfD6Nkoc/s320/ellag+ped.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ok you all know I am a horrible driver, however I have not wrecked or had a ticket since before Ella G. I do occassionally run up on curbs and my hit the garbage can or something of that sort but I decided to back into a car the other night! My boyfriends roommates car who didn't even park directly behind me. Im sure he purposely parked where he did so that I wouldn't hit him, but I cant back straight so I backed right up into it. Only Me!! So last night when we went over there to eat supper we pulled in and EllagGrace said "Mommy, now when Ryan gets home and we leave you better watch where your going so you don't hit his car again!!" It's sad that my child talks to me like I'm her child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The pics are of her at her Oma's. She gets more pedicures than me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385616987219473992-4411468815693484182?l=aprilellagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4411468815693484182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385616987219473992&amp;postID=4411468815693484182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/4411468815693484182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/4411468815693484182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-driving.html' title='My driving'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731483720554286663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SP-uhaZN27I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Ds0_Eg2-RA/S220/april%26ellag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SW6GF7Nv69I/AAAAAAAAADQ/2I9KfD6Nkoc/s72-c/ellag+ped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385616987219473992.post-3062738629870455202</id><published>2009-01-07T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:10:51.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok I have told some of you this story, but now there's a little bit of an add on too it.  OK...a few weeeks ago i was keeping my friends baby who is a boy and it was diaper changing time so I laid him on my ottoman and began to change him.  Well of course Miss Nosy  (Ella G) had to be all up in our business.  Anyway, we have always told her that boys have koodies so when she sees his little weewee she said "Momma!  Is that his Koodie!?"  Not knowing what to say I said yes honey it is.  Her reply to this..."bless his heart".  Apparantly she thought it was some kind of weird growth down there. So of course I cracked up!!  So last night we were laying in bed and talking about kissing and she said you can't kiss boys cause they have koodies.  I agreed of course.  Then she said, "but dogs have really long koodies that drag the ground!"  I died laughing!! Only my child would put that together.  I think she is talking about pregnant female dogs when all that hangs down, I couldn't correct her though cause I couldn't stop laughing!  You just never know what is going to come out of her mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385616987219473992-3062738629870455202?l=aprilellagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3062738629870455202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385616987219473992&amp;postID=3062738629870455202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/3062738629870455202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/3062738629870455202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/koodies.html' title='Koodies'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731483720554286663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SP-uhaZN27I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Ds0_Eg2-RA/S220/april%26ellag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385616987219473992.post-6840963465902867027</id><published>2009-01-03T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:17:07.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SV_jp_8aCNI/AAAAAAAAADI/OVqZI6XMnMY/s1600-h/chasenellag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287194798235191506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SV_jp_8aCNI/AAAAAAAAADI/OVqZI6XMnMY/s320/chasenellag.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SV_jphFs8mI/AAAAAAAAADA/wlX43rao3HU/s1600-h/justinannabelle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287194789952680546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SV_jphFs8mI/AAAAAAAAADA/wlX43rao3HU/s320/justinannabelle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SV_jpLf2hTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mvdpDPdKBa4/s1600-h/themess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287194784156779826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SV_jpLf2hTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mvdpDPdKBa4/s320/themess.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SV_jo05AobI/AAAAAAAAACw/7GU5PENaN5I/s1600-h/IMG_2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287194778088284594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SV_jo05AobI/AAAAAAAAACw/7GU5PENaN5I/s320/IMG_2208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SV_joS39lJI/AAAAAAAAACo/JeP7j88Y0mk/s1600-h/christmascookies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287194768957084818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SV_joS39lJI/AAAAAAAAACo/JeP7j88Y0mk/s320/christmascookies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! It is January 3rd and I am just now posting Christmas. I'm so tired of being busy. This week I had my highest number of referrals in a week since I've been with the company and we were off a day. Needless to say I have been on the phone today trying to get patients admitted. I'm exhausted. I'm sure people think I have fallen off the face of the earth, but I'm still here I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this was the most fun Christmas to date with EllaG. She was So into it this year and really understood what was happening. We made cookies for Santa and decorated them Christmas Eve. We read the Christmas story the whole week before. She actually did her version for me and it was amazing how she knew it so well. She even knew the Angel was Gabriel that spoke to Mary. I have to say it is so special when they soak up every bit of the world around them. Especially when it's good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is with her Oma this weekend and I miss her So much, but everytime I talk to her she is having so much fun she says a sentence and then it's "bye mommy"! So I know she is having a ball!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385616987219473992-6840963465902867027?l=aprilellagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6840963465902867027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385616987219473992&amp;postID=6840963465902867027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/6840963465902867027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/6840963465902867027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731483720554286663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SP-uhaZN27I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Ds0_Eg2-RA/S220/april%26ellag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SV_jp_8aCNI/AAAAAAAAADI/OVqZI6XMnMY/s72-c/chasenellag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385616987219473992.post-4251658617453969469</id><published>2008-12-11T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:32:34.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No naps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SUGGNBlbsII/AAAAAAAAACg/JjyB1Xgrhtk/s1600-h/trevs+pics+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278647796576792706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SUGGNBlbsII/AAAAAAAAACg/JjyB1Xgrhtk/s320/trevs+pics+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It has been a while since I've "blogged". As usual we have been super busy with everything under the sun. I guess our biggest news is, we are trying to cut out naps for Ella G :) Now those of you who know my child know that this is highly challenging. Actually it is HORRIBLE until she crashes at 8:00 and I'm like this is well worth it. For instance she is now standing on the back of my chair bracing herself with my head!! She becomes completely delirious and bounces off the walls, then whines for an hour and falls asleep. So I guess you could say we are having such pleasant times in the evenings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This picture my bro took of Ella Grace.  He has now turned into a cowboy which I think is hilarious.  He decided to put his hat on her and make her pose!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385616987219473992-4251658617453969469?l=aprilellagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4251658617453969469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385616987219473992&amp;postID=4251658617453969469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/4251658617453969469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/4251658617453969469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-naps.html' title='No naps'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731483720554286663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SP-uhaZN27I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Ds0_Eg2-RA/S220/april%26ellag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SUGGNBlbsII/AAAAAAAAACg/JjyB1Xgrhtk/s72-c/trevs+pics+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385616987219473992.post-7141097228640600671</id><published>2008-11-20T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:39:32.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer Season has begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SSX0g1eg1EI/AAAAAAAAACY/WWlbBQCKjKk/s1600-h/IMG_2633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270887783855084610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SSX0g1eg1EI/AAAAAAAAACY/WWlbBQCKjKk/s320/IMG_2633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's that time of year again when the men in my family disappear for several months.  This was the latest kill from my dad and uncle in Illinois.  Poor Trev.  It was his b-day and he missed three, but shh don't tell him I told you.  Apparently that's a big deal or something. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It has been such a busy week we haven't gotten to do too many fun things. Went to the game last weekend and FROZE! I thought my face was gonna fall off. But ROLL TIDE! It was worth it. Ella Grace has been in trouble like it is nobody's business. Last night she had to go straight to bed after supper and no TV, no books, nothing. So I told her that people don't like to be around little girls that act bad and don't mind. Her response "well I'm cute though". I had a horrible time keeping a straight face, but i had to explain to her that cuteness ended at four.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385616987219473992-7141097228640600671?l=aprilellagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7141097228640600671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385616987219473992&amp;postID=7141097228640600671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/7141097228640600671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/7141097228640600671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/deer-season-has-begun.html' title='Deer Season has begun'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731483720554286663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SP-uhaZN27I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Ds0_Eg2-RA/S220/april%26ellag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SSX0g1eg1EI/AAAAAAAAACY/WWlbBQCKjKk/s72-c/IMG_2633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385616987219473992.post-3071651238834887587</id><published>2008-11-10T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:29:53.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well if you have seen Cassie's blog you have read a story about her friend whose child got a purple bead stuck in her ear. Guess who? Only me. I told her I would kill her if she posted it, but it is TOO funny not to share. So here's how the story goes...I was on the phone and my child of course goes buck wild when I'm talking on the phone. And she was playing with a purple bead that came off of one of her bracelets. Anyway she said "mommy I am going to pierce your ear" well when i said quit, she shoves it down in my ear canal! So I went to my moms to see if she could see and we tried sucking it out with the vacuum...didn't work, tried tweezers...didn't work. Finally Cassie came over and tried her procedures, vacuuming and tweezing(picture this please)...and it still DIDN't work. So my ENT couldn't see me asap this morning and it was really hurting by now so I headed to the ER and after at least an hour of his digging it wouldn't budge. So I ended up having to go to the ENT anyway and they finally got it. And yes it was purple and yes I did wear purple today, but not on purpose. So it's out and it is sore, but at least I can hear now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385616987219473992-3071651238834887587?l=aprilellagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3071651238834887587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385616987219473992&amp;postID=3071651238834887587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/3071651238834887587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/3071651238834887587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/bead.html' title='The Bead'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731483720554286663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SP-uhaZN27I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Ds0_Eg2-RA/S220/april%26ellag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385616987219473992.post-1349878856633401548</id><published>2008-11-07T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:58:02.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SRUYd_Olt7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/L8COVj7hP7k/s1600-h/eg3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266142242747561906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SRUYd_Olt7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/L8COVj7hP7k/s320/eg3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SRUYTDZuc1I/AAAAAAAAACI/yKf8f7hRCGc/s1600-h/eg2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266142054889452370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SRUYTDZuc1I/AAAAAAAAACI/yKf8f7hRCGc/s320/eg2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SRUYLpyPZeI/AAAAAAAAACA/EItKUW5NVdI/s1600-h/eg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266141927753868770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SRUYLpyPZeI/AAAAAAAAACA/EItKUW5NVdI/s320/eg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SRUX_tK307I/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1yz03DZ8mY/s1600-h/hall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266141722504057778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SRUX_tK307I/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1yz03DZ8mY/s320/hall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SRUXLqkDlgI/AAAAAAAAABw/4I-_8J2CU3o/s1600-h/eg+hall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266140828451182082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SRUXLqkDlgI/AAAAAAAAABw/4I-_8J2CU3o/s320/eg+hall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It has been a horribly busy week. I was so excited about Halloween pictures and I haven't even gotten to post them. Ella G was a butterfly. I found the cutest wings at a dance shop I visit quite a bit. We took Hayden and Amanda and Melissa trick or treating and had a ball! Hayden was a rodeo clown. It was the most adorable thing I have ever seen. We went to DCF where I saw Nick Ledlow and Kendal and Jr Romine if anybody remembers him and his wife and little girl. I guess the most eventful thing was in the bouncy this kid who was about three kept body slamming my baby! He would slam her and she'd get back up and he'd slam her again. I got a bit angry and Melissa saw my face turning red and she tried to get his attention, but by this time I had had enough! I started snapping my fingers and saying "NO NO" to somebody elses kid! But seriously watch your kid. Anyway he just looked at me and kept doing it and finally I got a bit closer to the screen and gave him that look like if you don't quit I'm coming in there! So he quit, but I got laughed at by Amanda and Melissa of course. And I finally found the dad, and he was on his cell phone of course, but he was a big guy about six feet or so, so I was glad he didn't see me getting on to his kid!By the way go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lawsongallery.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.lawsongallery.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and click on clients. The password is "ellagrace". Cassie took her four year old slash fall pics and they are Precious!!! I posted a few samples since I'm the friend and copywrite infringements don't apply:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385616987219473992-1349878856633401548?l=aprilellagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1349878856633401548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385616987219473992&amp;postID=1349878856633401548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/1349878856633401548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/1349878856633401548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731483720554286663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SP-uhaZN27I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Ds0_Eg2-RA/S220/april%26ellag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SRUYd_Olt7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/L8COVj7hP7k/s72-c/eg3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385616987219473992.post-1758234870119930511</id><published>2008-10-29T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:30:52.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The boo boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SQj8yL-th6I/AAAAAAAAABY/lCq9lVj98Og/s1600-h/fall+08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262734103721904034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SQj8yL-th6I/AAAAAAAAABY/lCq9lVj98Og/s320/fall+08+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last night was dance night for Ella G and when we got home as we usually do one of my biggest fears happened. She shut her finger in the car door!!! She screamed of course and it seemed like slow motion. There she was door shut and locked and her finger still in there. I very quickly unlocked the door and got it out, and luckily it's not broken, but it does look pretty nasty. I felt so bad for her. I had to fight back tears so she wouldn't see that I was upset too. I hate that feeling you get when you hear that scream and you know it's bad. But she is much better today. It's just sore of course, but she's acting like herself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On a funnier note we always watch "dancing with the stars" as she calls it "dancin in the stars". Anyway, she told me she was gonna be on there one day and i said "yes you are" and then she says "but mommy i don't need a partment cause i dance good all by myself!"I cracked up. She is so funny and quite sure of her dancing abilities!! By the way partment means partner in her language&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385616987219473992-1758234870119930511?l=aprilellagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1758234870119930511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385616987219473992&amp;postID=1758234870119930511' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/1758234870119930511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/1758234870119930511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/boo-boo.html' title='The boo boo'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731483720554286663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SP-uhaZN27I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Ds0_Eg2-RA/S220/april%26ellag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SQj8yL-th6I/AAAAAAAAABY/lCq9lVj98Og/s72-c/fall+08+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385616987219473992.post-3699704165524663447</id><published>2008-10-22T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:58:19.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok so I finally did it. I am officially a blogger. And I use to So make fun of people who did it! I guess our big news for the week is that Ella Grace got her ears pierced!! She is such a big girl now!! It took an hour at Libby Lu's to talk her into it even though she begged to get it done. But they were so patient and SO good with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I took her took work with me to an Assisted Living facility and she asked me why nobody there could walk good because they all use walkers or wheel chairs and then she told me one of the ladies faces was really wrinkly! She is so outspoken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And my other news is that my neighbor got an English Mastif and Ella Grace and I have taken over the dog. He is 9 weeks and HUGE already. I want one!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385616987219473992-3699704165524663447?l=aprilellagrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3699704165524663447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385616987219473992&amp;postID=3699704165524663447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/3699704165524663447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385616987219473992/posts/default/3699704165524663447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilellagrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-so-i-finally-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10731483720554286663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rj47iUlGZxE/SP-uhaZN27I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Ds0_Eg2-RA/S220/april%26ellag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
