<?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-5305000700471637176</id><updated>2011-08-21T07:49:32.546-05:00</updated><category term='Trips'/><category term='Adventures'/><category term='Concerts'/><title type='text'>Big Mama Tammy</title><subtitle type='html'>The random rants, raves, remembrances and recipes of a proud mama.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-5708111257017373461</id><published>2011-07-15T07:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T07:53:56.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/bigmamatammy/MyBlogPhotos#5629561526185740610'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gn44HgStZaY/TiA4YaGByUI/AAAAAAAAIlQ/7emPfhVAw38/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pajama and pool party followed by two nights at Grandma Betty and Grandpa Bill's house.  Life doesn't get better than this for Vivi Mae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-5708111257017373461?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/5708111257017373461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=5708111257017373461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/5708111257017373461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/5708111257017373461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-day.html' title='Big Day!'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gn44HgStZaY/TiA4YaGByUI/AAAAAAAAIlQ/7emPfhVAw38/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-4537892058727723575</id><published>2011-05-12T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:29:19.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The universe is telling me</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/bigmamatammy/MyBlogPhotos#5605885237316221922'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/Tcwa7A3W--I/AAAAAAAAIkc/MVxhLs84fBE/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is time to buy new makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-4537892058727723575?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/4537892058727723575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=4537892058727723575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/4537892058727723575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/4537892058727723575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2011/05/universe-is-telling-me.html' title='The universe is telling me'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/Tcwa7A3W--I/AAAAAAAAIkc/MVxhLs84fBE/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-7427050943556956348</id><published>2011-03-16T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:10:27.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patricks Day Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/bigmamatammy/MyBlogPhotos#5584865485501806354'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TYFtkbWstxI/AAAAAAAAIj8/skM0lAFyX2g/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned that Vivi likes shoes?  I showed her these flashy kicks as incentive to get ready for school tomorrow and she instantly wanted to wear them.  She was excited about the look and the noise they made. (tap, tap, tap). Thanks Grandma G. and Baba!  You have another wardrobe hit on your hands .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-7427050943556956348?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/7427050943556956348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=7427050943556956348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7427050943556956348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7427050943556956348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patricks-day-preview.html' title='St. Patricks Day Preview'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TYFtkbWstxI/AAAAAAAAIj8/skM0lAFyX2g/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-1317065813392446393</id><published>2011-03-16T20:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:58:06.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Investigative Reporting</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/bigmamatammy/MyBlogPhotos#5584862300590547778'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TYFqrCoro0I/AAAAAAAAIj0/mCn7gggQ13k/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that "Sweeps" are over; however, I am conducting my own investigative report.  Just how long will malfunctioning lights stay on in children's shoes?  This shoe has been glowing since Saturday (four days) without any wear.  Attention News Directors: I would tune in for an answer, for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-1317065813392446393?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/1317065813392446393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=1317065813392446393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/1317065813392446393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/1317065813392446393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2011/03/investigative-reporting.html' title='Investigative Reporting'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TYFqrCoro0I/AAAAAAAAIj0/mCn7gggQ13k/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-6904746887845841816</id><published>2011-03-11T20:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:33:47.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brock Olivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/bigmamatammy/MyBlogPhotos#5583012671590872002"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TXrYcdqts8I/AAAAAAAAIYQ/3g2Iqc12I78/s288/0.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" height="189" width="121" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is a weird one.  While getting ready to take a bath, Vivi starts singing the name "&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brock_Olivo"&gt;Brock Olivo&lt;/a&gt;", former Mizzou football player, to Handel's "Messiah" Alleluia chorus.  I haven't uttered this man's name in years so I was beyond surprised that Vivi confirmed that was what she was singing.  Guess all I can say is "Go Tigers!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-6904746887845841816?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/6904746887845841816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=6904746887845841816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/6904746887845841816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/6904746887845841816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2011/03/brock-olivo.html' title='Brock Olivo'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TXrYcdqts8I/AAAAAAAAIYQ/3g2Iqc12I78/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-2032748154658470309</id><published>2010-12-01T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:39:07.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindy Strikes Gold Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LHWsEMjJ8f1mV-B6bhEryg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TXuRGSiUvfI/AAAAAAAAIiE/vkadEud4q_o/s400/shutters_1010_00031.jpg" height="267" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/bigmamatammy/MindyMyers2010Photoshoot?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Mindy Myers 2010 Photoshoot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the results of our annual photo shoot with our dear friend Mindy Myers.  She stuck gold again!  Thank you so much, Mindy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbigmamatammy%2Falbumid%2F5583215463686630097%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="267" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-2032748154658470309?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/2032748154658470309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=2032748154658470309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/2032748154658470309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/2032748154658470309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/12/mindy-strikes-gold-again.html' title='Mindy Strikes Gold Again'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TXuRGSiUvfI/AAAAAAAAIiE/vkadEud4q_o/s72-c/shutters_1010_00031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-3266448228209814814</id><published>2010-11-24T09:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:30:35.857-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>Yo Gabba Gabba Live!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Mntwkm3tEihz291dT3caOA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TXuNsZ5XV7I/AAAAAAAAIfc/yh3bWPQh1A0/s400/IMG_5457.jpg" height="267" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/bigmamatammy/YoGabbaGabbaLiveKC?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Yo Gabba Gabba Live - KC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote DJ Lance, "Singing and dancing to music is AWESOME!"  Words can't describe how much fun we had.  This was Vivi's second Yo Gabba Gabba Live show and it will be hard to top.  The venue was perfect.  Every seat was great, plus there was a open spot by the bar that served adult beverages through the show that was perfect for dancing.  I think we were in our seats for less than two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bVuekrzRrmlMtnuCG0sPfw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TNgE9lfR__I/AAAAAAAAHmk/lBwfcYo2f4Q/s400/DSC03897.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/bigmamatammy/YoGabbaGabbaLiveKC?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Yo Gabba Gabba Live  - KC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part was that the beautiful, vivacious and generous &lt;a href="http://lesliehall.com/"&gt;Leslie Hall&lt;/a&gt; took us to the VIP Backstage Party where we were able to meet the Gabba Gang and learn the Razzle Dazzle Dance from Ms. Hall.  I'm not sure who had more fun, Vivi or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbigmamatammy%2Falbumid%2F5537181177162067649%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-3266448228209814814?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/3266448228209814814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=3266448228209814814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3266448228209814814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3266448228209814814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/11/yo-gabba-gabba-live.html' title='Yo Gabba Gabba Live!'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TXuNsZ5XV7I/AAAAAAAAIfc/yh3bWPQh1A0/s72-c/IMG_5457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-4105548814882194109</id><published>2010-11-23T19:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:00:21.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Spidey Halloween</title><content type='html'>Her Grandma G. offered to purchase her costume this year from &lt;a href="http://www.chasing-fireflies.com/costumes/departments/46/"&gt;Chasing-Fireflies.com&lt;/a&gt;.    Grandma was thinking something along the lines of a &lt;a href="http://www.chasing-fireflies.com/lavender-flower-fairy/productinfo/31313/"&gt;cute fairy costume&lt;/a&gt;, but one look at the Super Hero options and it was all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After careful consideration, Vivi decided on Spider Girl.  She loved her costume, but being the shoe girl that she is, her favorite part were the Super Hero boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Grandma G. for outfitting our superhero this Halloween.  We think YOU are super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/22vFxq1nc_A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/22vFxq1nc_A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbigmamatammy%2Falbumid%2F5541707482386590753%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="192" width="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 2010 Pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-4105548814882194109?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/4105548814882194109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=4105548814882194109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/4105548814882194109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/4105548814882194109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/11/very-spidey-halloween.html' title='A Very Spidey Halloween'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-8225261643508889656</id><published>2010-09-04T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T09:02:54.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/xEHv" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TIJMPGUZ1dI/AAAAAAAAHks/MUrtexlYGMQ/s512/shutters00062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture from our family photo shoot with our extremely talented friend Mindy.  I finally  uploaded them just shy of a year later.  With Vivi turning 3 on Monday it is amazing to see how much she has grown in one year and to remember my cute two year old.  We have been so fortunate to have Mindy capture our family's life starting with our wedding.  These photos are truly a treasure.  Thanks Mindy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out all of the photos here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="height: 194px; background: url(&amp;quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif&amp;quot;) no-repeat scroll left center transparent;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bigmamatammy/20091018?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TIJKq8vjkhE/AAAAAAAAHl8/akEjWqwDFFY/s160-c/20091018.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" height="160" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bigmamatammy/20091018?feat=embedwebsite" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;2009-10-18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-8225261643508889656?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/8225261643508889656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=8225261643508889656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/8225261643508889656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/8225261643508889656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/09/old-pictures.html' title='Old Pictures'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TIJMPGUZ1dI/AAAAAAAAHks/MUrtexlYGMQ/s72-c/shutters00062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-2121698000917692140</id><published>2010-08-29T18:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:51:10.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peach Fuzzies</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/29/2552.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/29/s_2552.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Lo Lo and Uncle Tom lived just up the street from us growing up.  On hot summer days when the peaches were ripe  , they would walk down the street so my cousin Kelly and I could play and the adults would enjoy a couple Peach Fuzzies as the sun was setting.  We were allowed sips and I remember the drinks being delicious.  A few weeks ago, I scored the recipe from my mom and am looking forward to making them this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;1 can of lemonade&lt;br /&gt;1 can of vodka&lt;br /&gt;2-3 cut peaches with skins&lt;br /&gt;Ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blend and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Kelly has developed a recipe for any leftovers called the Peach Fizzies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeze left overs until them become a slush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoop desired amount out into glass, add 7-up and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-2121698000917692140?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/2121698000917692140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=2121698000917692140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/2121698000917692140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/2121698000917692140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/08/peach-fuzzies.html' title='Peach Fuzzies'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-3596582582604482615</id><published>2010-07-17T19:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:55:11.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Super Hero</title><content type='html'>Here is Vivi modeling her cool glasses that she made at school.    I think they make her look like a Super Hero ready to right the Metro's wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/17/2478.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/17/s_2478.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/17/2479.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/17/s_2479.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-3596582582604482615?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/3596582582604482615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=3596582582604482615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3596582582604482615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3596582582604482615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-super-hero.html' title='My Super Hero'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-6883410132800456838</id><published>2010-07-13T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T18:43:41.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On our way!</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up, the default location for photos in our house was the fireplace.  Our front patio is becoming the "Go To" spot for Vivi's photo ops.  Typically, when we are heading out the door somewhere.  It is the perfect time because her clothes are stain free and her hair sometimes is brushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item of note:  The Care Bear sticker on her shirt is in recognition of Vivi using the potty.  I am starting to believe that Will and I will once again have a diaper and baby wipe free life.  Oh what a day that will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/13/2010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/13/s_2010.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/13/2011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/13/s_2011.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-6883410132800456838?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/6883410132800456838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=6883410132800456838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/6883410132800456838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/6883410132800456838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-our-way.html' title='On our way!'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-4410073634525107992</id><published>2010-07-10T10:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:09:04.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He likes his mama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/10/917.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/10/s_917.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='159' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last spring and summer,  Vivi watched a lot of Classical Baby.  Today, she wanted to watch it with her imaginary friends, The Babies, for the first time in a long time.  When cuing it up she commented,"He likes his mama". This is true as the baby in the cartoon calls for his mama at the end of each episode.  Like I said, we haven't watched this much since last year.  Her memory blows me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-4410073634525107992?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/4410073634525107992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=4410073634525107992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/4410073634525107992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/4410073634525107992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/07/he-likes-his-mama.html' title='He likes his mama.'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-5788936161661758304</id><published>2010-07-09T17:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T17:46:28.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/09/1857.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/09/s_1857.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/09/1858.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/09/s_1858.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Hottime!" Vivien informed me while getting into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-5788936161661758304?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/5788936161661758304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=5788936161661758304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/5788936161661758304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/5788936161661758304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-not-summertime.html' title='It&amp;#39;s not Summertime'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-3320246101691728530</id><published>2010-06-11T08:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T10:52:09.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VIvi's Imaginary Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About four months ago, Vivi's imagination started to explode and has been gaining momentum with each passing day.  After a trip to visit my parents in Florida, Will and I had the opportunity to meet Vivi's first imaginary friends, The Ants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TBJWLkqkzrI/AAAAAAAAHaA/1DD_CZVonBc/s320/The+Ants_0.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 204px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481538453284114098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ants appeared when we were playing our new game "Airplane Ride."  The game consists of giving a robot a ticket, buckling ourselves into our seat, taking off, landing and then going to the beach.  Vivi carried the ants through every step and took great care in buckling them into their seats.  Our best guess on the inspiration for The Ants are the ants from "Ni Hao Kai-lan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days later, The Ants morphed into the babies.  Over time, Will and I have learned that their are two babies: one boy and one girl.  My best guess is that the "Super Babies" from Dora are the inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TBJYGNHTSQI/AAAAAAAAHaI/4ysOBYZdjxo/s320/Super+Babies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481540560086059266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The babies go pretty much everywhere with Vivi.  They go to bed with her, ride in the car and eat with her.  The best is when she cooks for them and puts them down for naps.  I get an inside look on what I sound like as a parent during these tasks and it is interesting to see how Vivi is processing all of the things we are trying to impart to her.  I feel pretty good that I've only cringed a few times when listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, we have learned that Vivi has a brother and a sister.  They have not fully developed but she talks about them from time to time.  At first, I thought she was talking about the babies but she told me that she has the babies and siblings.  I'm interested to see who will show up next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-3320246101691728530?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/3320246101691728530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=3320246101691728530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3320246101691728530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3320246101691728530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/06/vivis-imaginary-friends.html' title='VIvi&apos;s Imaginary Friends'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/TBJWLkqkzrI/AAAAAAAAHaA/1DD_CZVonBc/s72-c/The+Ants_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-8075936222595781045</id><published>2010-06-11T08:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T08:24:54.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is good</title><content type='html'>I like to change things up a regular basis so I was excited to learn that Blogger had some new basic template offerings.  I'm pretty pleased with the new simple pumpkin (otherwise known as orange) template.  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-8075936222595781045?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/8075936222595781045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=8075936222595781045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/8075936222595781045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/8075936222595781045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/06/change-is-good.html' title='Change is good'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-7465215224504535102</id><published>2010-05-28T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:38:03.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How my sweet angel says goodnight</title><content type='html'>I just said goodnight to Vivi and here is a transcript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Goodnight Vivi.&lt;br /&gt;Vivi: Mama, hug.  Now a kiss.  Now a kiss for you and one more hug.  Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have an sweet angel for a daughter or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-7465215224504535102?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/7465215224504535102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=7465215224504535102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7465215224504535102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7465215224504535102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-my-sweet-angel-says-goodnight.html' title='How my sweet angel says goodnight'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-8659550558466832704</id><published>2010-04-09T20:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:21:17.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Eating</title><content type='html'>Will came up with a great solution this evening.  Vivi needed to eat but was too busy swinging to consume food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/09/1530.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/09/s_1530.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/09/1531.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/09/s_1531.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/09/1532.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/09/s_1532.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-8659550558466832704?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/8659550558466832704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=8659550558466832704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/8659550558466832704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/8659550558466832704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/04/creative-eating.html' title='Creative Eating'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-7323576588602741734</id><published>2010-03-28T10:08:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:25:30.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Jam Sessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/S69331obUMI/AAAAAAAAHEM/Rkib0GtRe9M/s1600/Parents+Band+in+a+Box.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will and I have enjoyed encouraging Vivi's connection to music since she was in utero.  During her cooking phase, she had an intense connection to anything performed by the Rolling Stones.  After the first notes of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STWSTgfMruc"&gt;"Paint it Black"&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0jyKabLHVc"&gt;"You Can't Always Get What You Want,"&lt;/a&gt; she would start doing summersaults and kicking her feet inside her belly home.  Then when Viv was a newborn and was in a middle of a crying fit, nothing calmed her down quicker than swaying with her dad to Glen Campbell's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atHY8rDBhtI"&gt;"Rhinestone Cowboy"&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2tgVAML2gE"&gt;"Galveston."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since those early beginnings, Will has moved on to buying musical instruments.  The first purchases were the &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Bee-Bop-Band-Music-Toy/dp/B000068E6D"&gt;Parent's Bee Bop Band Music Set&lt;/a&gt; for Vivi and a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Mie9hhQTUM"&gt;cowbell &lt;/a&gt; for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/S69331obUMI/AAAAAAAAHEM/Rkib0GtRe9M/s320/Parents+Band+in+a+Box.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453709474942111938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I think, was the harmonica, followed by a snare drum and then a crash cymbal and tempo boxes (I think that's what they are called). While noisy, there is nothing more enjoyable than engaging in Family Jam Sessions.  Here are a few examples of Vivien's musical stylings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9DOvicxmJ5k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9DOvicxmJ5k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9DOvicxmJ5k"&gt;Toddler's Harmonica Stylings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tNmp5Tx1dk0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tNmp5Tx1dk0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNmp5Tx1dk0"&gt;Toddler Drumming 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNmp5Tx1dk0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNgtBHwM4tY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNgtBHwM4tY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNgtBHwM4tY"&gt;Toddler Drumming 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNgtBHwM4tY"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think she has the makings of the next Cindy Blackman, Lenny Kravitz's drummer, but again, I am her proud mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RuNEHbvC-Ew&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RuNEHbvC-Ew&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RuNEHbvC-Ew"&gt;cindy blackman - kravitz groove - drummer live 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-7323576588602741734?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/7323576588602741734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=7323576588602741734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7323576588602741734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7323576588602741734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/03/family-jam-sessions.html' title='Family Jam Sessions'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/S69331obUMI/AAAAAAAAHEM/Rkib0GtRe9M/s72-c/Parents+Band+in+a+Box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-1142521761456483279</id><published>2010-03-27T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:12:02.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving Winter 2010</title><content type='html'>The snow has been gone for a solid week, so I finally feel safe in saying "Goodbye Winter 2010."  It was a long, snowy one.  I don't know what we would have done without my old toy horse.  It was in good shape because according to my dad, I didn't ride it much but Vivi rode this day and night and reached amazing heights.  This video will make our chiropractor cringe, but you do what you have to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7iM3aXN-5tw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7iM3aXN-5tw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iM3aXN-5tw"&gt;Click here to see her in action.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About three weeks before winter's end, Vivi caught serious cabin fever.  She started obsessing about her swing set and blowing bubbles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sS4o980QC8ARZCpXCGjDAQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/S21FrzWHz1I/AAAAAAAAHCM/tFOF1gh3fkY/s400/HPIM0372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bigmamatammy/GrandmaGSPics?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Grandma G's Pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to the two feet of snow in the back yard, Will and I would draw pictures of swing sets and slides and took her to the Science Center where they have an indoor bubble station.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My uncle and I talked about why we stay in this cold tundra that we call home a few years ago and he said "I like winter because at the end you felt like you have went through something."  This winter was something for sure and I am happy to have made it to the other end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-1142521761456483279?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/1142521761456483279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=1142521761456483279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/1142521761456483279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/1142521761456483279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/03/surviving-winter-2010.html' title='Surviving Winter 2010'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/S21FrzWHz1I/AAAAAAAAHCM/tFOF1gh3fkY/s72-c/HPIM0372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-7515283551365210795</id><published>2010-03-24T18:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:11:48.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Party Time?</title><content type='html'>We are eating dinner at a local grocery store this evening.  A lady's phone just went off with quite the snazzy, dance beat.  Viv's looked up at the celing lights and asked me, "Is it Party Time?".  I had to write this down right away because it was too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-7515283551365210795?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/7515283551365210795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=7515283551365210795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7515283551365210795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7515283551365210795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-it-party-time.html' title='Is it Party Time?'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-1483600646866843454</id><published>2010-02-20T17:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:30:46.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivienisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/02/20/961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/02/20/s_961.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago Vivi pronunced "thank you" correctly.  Perfect "th" sound.  I experienced pride and sorrow all at the same time.  So before she has a stronger grasp on language and the world around her I wanted to document her isms that crack her dad and me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tanks = Thanks&lt;br /&gt;- Puter = Computer&lt;br /&gt;- Blue Beans =  Blueberries&lt;br /&gt;- Beans = Edamame&lt;br /&gt;- Baba = My dad&lt;br /&gt;- Turn light off = Turn the lights on.&lt;br /&gt;- I carry you = Carry me&lt;br /&gt;- I help you = You help me or I help you.  (this one gets tricky as you can imagine)&lt;br /&gt;-  Baby = She wants to be swaddled like a baby after her bath.&lt;br /&gt;- Holds her own hand when you ask her to hold hands, sometimes.  Looks like she is praying while she walks&lt;br /&gt;- You go play, Mama. = Go away, Mama.  I don't want to do what you say.&lt;br /&gt;- I play cards = I want to play some games on your iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;- I paint = I paint with watercolors or I use the Spin Art ap on your iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-1483600646866843454?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/1483600646866843454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=1483600646866843454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/1483600646866843454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/1483600646866843454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/02/vivienisms.html' title='Vivienisms'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-6557998186194057143</id><published>2010-01-04T13:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:18:08.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Things Done Report Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-things-done.html"&gt;Last year I detailed what I hoped to accomplish during the Winter 2009&lt;/a&gt;.  It turned into my list of aspirations for the whole year.  As they say on "Go Diego Go,"  "Let's review."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish loading all of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt; into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did not happen.  I never even attempted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hang pictures on our walls in our home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sorta happened.  My husband and handy-man hung some but not all of the pictures I wanted to get up.  This will move to the 2010 list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. Create a website for my business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt;-haw!  This was accomplished.  Now I just need to blog more on my biz blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sell some stuff on eBay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sorta happened.  I took some items to a e-bay consign shop.  I still need to settle up with them and collect my money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Make a pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was one of my biggest accomplishments for the year.  Check out my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/S0I9GTtv_DI/AAAAAAAAGo8/SlzoSn29S_s/s320/DSC03201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422964079888170034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 To Do List&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Run a 5K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Blog more about Miss Viv and my Biz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Finish hanging pictures in our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Finish loading all of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt; into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Stop. Look. Listen.  In other words, live in the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number five is of a more a spiritual thing but over the past year, I have woken up to the fact that today is all we have, all that we know and we should make the most of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best of luck to everyone with their personal to-do lists for the year.  I hope that we all have a happy and productive 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-6557998186194057143?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/6557998186194057143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=6557998186194057143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/6557998186194057143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/6557998186194057143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-things-done-report-out.html' title='Getting Things Done Report Out'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/S0I9GTtv_DI/AAAAAAAAGo8/SlzoSn29S_s/s72-c/DSC03201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-3271989541784779300</id><published>2009-08-14T15:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:09:53.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Funny New Things about Vivi</title><content type='html'>Oh my, have I been a bad blogging mother.  We have had an extremely busy summer so here is a quick hit list of a funny new things Vivi has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SoXNjhj_kKI/AAAAAAAAGPc/DlM9GsKT17U/s1600-h/TWV+8.9.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SoXNjhj_kKI/AAAAAAAAGPc/DlM9GsKT17U/s320/TWV+8.9.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369924140897636514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SoXOD2dwllI/AAAAAAAAGPk/7NZ5e45zVYA/s1600-h/Shutters+Family+8.9.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SoXOD2dwllI/AAAAAAAAGPk/7NZ5e45zVYA/s320/Shutters+Family+8.9.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369924696264447570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vivi loves to dress up like a flapper.  These pictures were taken during a recent trip to an amusement park.  I was amazed that she stood still while getting dressed and posed for several pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ViCZN2ob2Qk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ViCZN2ob2Qk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViCZN2ob2Qk"&gt; Click here for video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vivi loves inflatables.  She took to them like a fish to water.  She had no fear and even went into the big kid's one and held her own.  This is video from the toddler inflatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vd1suT0TqcY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vd1suT0TqcY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vd1suT0TqcY"&gt;Click here to watch video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Eveie, Eveie, Eveie."  Vivi talks about her friend Eveie non stop but who could blame her.  Even is AWESOME!  They have a ton of fun together along with Even's brother George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOn4F09HAOc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOn4F09HAOc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOn4F09HAOc"&gt; Click here to watch video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Viv's digs African drumming, as do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIGtvktWsjY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIGtvktWsjY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNLPG7NWmys"&gt;Click here to watch video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She also likes a good merry-go-round ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Vivi is going through a naked stage.  She refuse to wear pajamas and whips off her diaper any chance she gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She cries if we walk past the ice cream shop near our house.  Her favorite ice cream treats are chocolate soft serve, chocolate sodas and watermelon gelato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Vivien loves to pretend she is Foofa from Yo Gabba Gabba while watering flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Danger Vivi is addicted to her new swing set.  Every night when she comes home she demands to go down the slide and swing before entering the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Viv lives for Peter Pan and watches it at least once a day.  "Mama. Dada.Peter Pan.  I watch.  Watch Peter Pan. I watch. Peter Pan." is one of the first things we hear every morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-3271989541784779300?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/3271989541784779300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=3271989541784779300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3271989541784779300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3271989541784779300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2009/08/ten-funny-new-things-about-vivi.html' title='Ten Funny New Things about Vivi'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SoXNjhj_kKI/AAAAAAAAGPc/DlM9GsKT17U/s72-c/TWV+8.9.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-5483310612502563636</id><published>2009-07-24T12:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:26:50.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the Year Award</title><content type='html'>Besides being one of the most generous people I know, I love my mother for her sense of humor.   Growing up her and her friends would swap parenting stories and often would talk sarcastically about their latest "Mother of the Year" moments.  I learned from these stories that nobody is perfect and that you have to laugh at yourself, including yourself as parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite "Mother of Year" story happened one night when I was probably 11 years old.  My mother and father attended a party with their friends Rick and Mary.  I and Rick and Mary's daughter, Jenny, were allowed to stay home, order pizza and baby-sit ourselves.  Shortly after our parents left, tornado sirens started going off.  Our mom's called us and told us to go down to the basement and stay there no matter what.  Then a flash flood warning was issued so our mother's called us to tell us to get out of the basement but we were not there to answer the call.&lt;br /&gt;After about fifteen minutes in the basement, Jenny and I had decided to see if her neighbors with the finished basement were home so we could watch TV and be safe at the same time.  Meanwhile at the party, our mother's thought we were not answering the phone because they had told us to stay in the basement.  I can't remember how our mother's found out that we were at the neighbors, I just know that they were happy that we thought to go there and I was happy that we were not in trouble for not following their instructions and that we got to watch Miami Vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm a mother, I am now giving Mary and my mother a run for their money.  I humbly submit this video snipet into this year's competition for "Mother of the Year."  Not sure if I will win since Vivi stopped crying after less than a minute but I bet I'll be nominated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EjynD6ju8ZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EjynD6ju8ZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjynD6ju8ZE"&gt;Click here to view video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-5483310612502563636?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/5483310612502563636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=5483310612502563636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/5483310612502563636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/5483310612502563636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2009/07/mother-of-year-award.html' title='Mother of the Year Award'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-3506308440901274351</id><published>2009-05-27T15:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:08:05.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Freckle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A first freckle is not a normal "first" that anyone marks down in their baby book but I guess I don't always fit the normal mold.   I've been keeping a close eye and tons of sunscreen on my daughter's skin to protect her from developing freckles but after a year and half, Vivi has her first freckle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bound to happen.   To quote an old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dermatologist&lt;/span&gt; of mine, I'm a "very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;moley&lt;/span&gt; girl" and Viv's papa has quite a collection of freckles and moles too.    While I will continue to slather her with sunscreen every chance I get, I have to say that her freckle is pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/Sh2nCLT-bmI/AAAAAAAAE14/P5sQv4Gzblk/s1600-h/DSC02673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/Sh2nCLT-bmI/AAAAAAAAE14/P5sQv4Gzblk/s320/DSC02673.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can you see it on her leg by the yellow ribbon?  Here look closer . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/Sh2nq17KXSI/AAAAAAAAE2A/JLr0c9J1Glc/s1600-h/DSC02675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/Sh2nq17KXSI/AAAAAAAAE2A/JLr0c9J1Glc/s320/DSC02675.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-3506308440901274351?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/3506308440901274351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=3506308440901274351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3506308440901274351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3506308440901274351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-freckle.html' title='First Freckle'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/Sh2nCLT-bmI/AAAAAAAAE14/P5sQv4Gzblk/s72-c/DSC02673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-696609499197890058</id><published>2009-04-23T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:29:30.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Vivi Weight Achieved</title><content type='html'>Yee-haw!  Pre-Vivi weight was achieved at 7 am this morning!  Still have bigger feet and ring fingers but I will take it since most of my old clothes fit again.  Yee-Haw, again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-696609499197890058?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/696609499197890058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=696609499197890058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/696609499197890058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/696609499197890058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-vivi-weight-achieved.html' title='Pre-Vivi Weight Achieved'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-6442866015089018224</id><published>2009-04-16T17:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:23:22.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop!  Garden Time!</title><content type='html'>Today, I accomplished the first gardening task of the season, uncovering the flowerbeds. Yeah, me! Last fall, I decided not to cover the flowerbeds with leaves; however, this naturally happened. The leaves obviously were not as deep as when I purposely raked leaves on the beds instead of inserting them in compost bags to save time in the fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that first task didn't take as long, I went after the front lawn with a rake. This left several large grass less patches. Not so nice but I kinda expected this outcome based off of the large patches of dead grass with zero green blades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my neighborhood you don't talk to your neighbors unless it is nice outside and you're working on your lawn or you are walking on the sidewalk. Which is just the way I like it.  Friendly but nobody gets up in your business.  So it was above 60 degrees today, so I talked with one of my neighbors that I noticed aerating. Typically, aerating is done in the fall but he assured me that you could do it in the spring. Add new task to the list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to him that we are going to take care of our own lawn this year instead of hiring a service. He said that he has been forgoing paid lawn care for three years and that we will struggle but the struggle is worth the savings. Saving money I like but I don't like the struggle part. I'm going to try it for at least a year. OK, at least until the dandelions bloom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-6442866015089018224?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/6442866015089018224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=6442866015089018224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/6442866015089018224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/6442866015089018224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-garden-time.html' title='Stop!  Garden Time!'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-7974598348244711049</id><published>2009-03-10T21:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:08:18.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler War Paint</title><content type='html'>As a mother, I know that I am my daughter's first teacher but time and time again I find myself regretting teaching her some things. One example is teaching her how to play baby computer games on &lt;a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=30&amp;amp;e=gameslanding&amp;amp;mcat=game_infant,game_toddler,game_preschool&amp;amp;site=us"&gt;fisher-price.com&lt;/a&gt;. Now, Vivi loves to bang on keyboards and mouses thanks to my little lesson. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most recent, "D-oh! Shouldn't have done that." moment came after putting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chap stick&lt;/span&gt; on her lips. A few days later, this happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VzhPJcVs76E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VzhPJcVs76E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzhPJcVs76E"&gt;Click here to watch if video doesn't appear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RW5AfS1yzw0"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-7974598348244711049?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/7974598348244711049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=7974598348244711049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7974598348244711049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7974598348244711049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2009/03/toddler-war-paint.html' title='Toddler War Paint'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-4649286906238349672</id><published>2009-03-10T20:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:44:21.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Beyonce</title><content type='html'>My husband started some time ago giving Vivi choices and recently she has really gotten into it.  When given a visual choice, she will choose what she wants for dinner, what she wants to drink and, now, what she wants to watch on You Tube.  Here are three music videos that she now chooses over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;. (Thank God!  Beyonce is fantastic, but hearing the same song ten times a day makes a person go slowly insane.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SbcVWUOnG3I/AAAAAAAAEmM/S7SmYO8OwOw/s400/Feist+1,2,3,4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311737758638087026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZ9WiuJPnNA"&gt;Click here to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Feist&lt;/span&gt; 1, 2, 3, 4 from Sesame Street&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCZoEqJbizo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCZoEqJbizo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eT0Q-B_FUHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eT0Q-B_FUHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless, Sesame Street! I'm 99.9% positive that Vivi enjoys the first two videos because her main man Elmo is in them and the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jai&lt;/span&gt; Ho" remix because of the good beat and the dancing.  I need to find a video of Glen Campbell singing "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Galveston&lt;/span&gt;" or "Rhinestone Cowboy" and see if she still has a thing for those songs like she did when she was a newborn.  I'm doubting it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-4649286906238349672?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/4649286906238349672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=4649286906238349672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/4649286906238349672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/4649286906238349672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2009/03/bye-bye-beyonce.html' title='Bye Bye Beyonce'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SbcVWUOnG3I/AAAAAAAAEmM/S7SmYO8OwOw/s72-c/Feist+1,2,3,4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-7098614770330905139</id><published>2009-02-27T19:46:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:03:24.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SaiZ6wpf6iI/AAAAAAAAEiI/O13PMIkhl1U/s1600-h/DSC02388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SaiZ6wpf6iI/AAAAAAAAEiI/O13PMIkhl1U/s400/DSC02388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307661395626551842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About two weeks ago, my sweet toddler who was happy most of the time and went to sleep really easy was replaced by a whiny, temper tantrum prone, night owl who doesn't want to be left alone. In light of the recent transformation, I feel the need to remember the really nice or interesting things about her so I don't lose hope that this is only a temporary condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25 Random Things About Vivi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. She was born in the middle of a downpour which required snowplows to clear the streets of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. She was born with a full head of hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. She had her first haircut at five months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Her first airplane ride was to Florida to visit her grandparents at six months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. She has blue eyes that have changed from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sapphire&lt;/span&gt; blue to a cornflower blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. She loves our cat Gigi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. She loves to dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. She loves her red cowboy boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. She uses a pacifier.  Her favorites are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blinged&lt;/span&gt; out Munchkin pacifiers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. She slept in her car seat for four months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11. She sung herself, more like moaned, herself to sleep until she was about a year old and still does it on car rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12. Throws kisses when saying goodbye and to strangers on the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13. She loves the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14. Gets a kick out of Elmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15. Makes me fast forward to her favorite parts in "Classical Baby."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;16.  She ate part of her "Pat The Bunny" book one day right before I fed her lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;17. Her alter ego is "Danger Vivi."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18. She likes silk blankets and her favorite one is a pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;leopard&lt;/span&gt; print take along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19. She calls oranges "apples."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20. She knows some sign language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;21. She calls blueberries "beans."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;22. She likes to put perfume on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;23. She likes to go out to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;24. She looks fantastic for the two seconds she leaves a hat on her head.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;25. She likes to wear frilly dresses.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-7098614770330905139?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/7098614770330905139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=7098614770330905139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7098614770330905139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7098614770330905139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random Things'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SaiZ6wpf6iI/AAAAAAAAEiI/O13PMIkhl1U/s72-c/DSC02388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-3594445410657068701</id><published>2009-02-14T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:32:21.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Valentine</title><content type='html'>My husband is a bit camera shy so there are not too many videos or pictures in cyber space of him.  His aversion to sharing information online carries over to my favorite Web 2.0 application, Facebook.  He believes that Facebook is evil and refuses to join even though he asks me to friend people on his behalf since he will not join.  At least he doesn't lurk on Facebook under my account like some of my Facebook friends' spouses.  Melissa, we are all so onto you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to why I'm posting.  Since my husband is camera shy, I have to go commando sometimes to capture sweet moments of him playing with Vivi.  Here is the pay-off of two recent missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AK43VhJbhNw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AK43VhJbhNw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Ntf43INhh4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Ntf43INhh4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Will, for being such a wonderful husband and father.  I'm so happy that you're my Valentine.  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-3594445410657068701?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/3594445410657068701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=3594445410657068701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3594445410657068701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3594445410657068701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-funny-valentine.html' title='My Funny Valentine'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-9219066752078080462</id><published>2009-01-28T20:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:29:22.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Blinded By Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SYDZ1grwTJI/AAAAAAAAEXs/vc_z0Qrybu0/s400/Sci-Cntr-1-JAN09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296472675117452434" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SYDhbdrk0LI/AAAAAAAAEX8/j0iyTDLoF_4/s1600-h/Sci-Cntr-2-JAN09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SYDhbdrk0LI/AAAAAAAAEX8/j0iyTDLoF_4/s400/Sci-Cntr-2-JAN09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296481023727816882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today, my mom, who is visiting from out of town, and I took Miss Viv to the Science Center so she could blow off some steam. Vivi loved running around the big open spaces and seeing the exhibits.  Her favorite exhibits were the ones that involved balls.  Everywhere we turned she would say "Ball!"  Vivi saw tennis balls, golf balls, green foam balls, plastic balls and this huge ball, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.calacademy.org/products/pendulum/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Foucault Pendulum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. This was one of my favorite exhibits at the Science Center when I was growing up so I got a kick out of her fascination with it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also really enjoyed watching my Mom and I make huge bubbles in Bubble Bay, running around Toddler Town and watching people experiment with bundling fake eggs in packing materials and dropping them from a two story drop.  Every time a package would drop Vivs would say "Boom!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The last time we visited the Science Center, Vivien was only twelve months old and she really didn't interact much with the exhibits.  It was amazing to see what a difference four months made.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-9219066752078080462?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/9219066752078080462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=9219066752078080462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/9219066752078080462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/9219066752078080462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2009/01/shes-blinded-by-science.html' title='She&apos;s Blinded By Science'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SYDZ1grwTJI/AAAAAAAAEXs/vc_z0Qrybu0/s72-c/Sci-Cntr-1-JAN09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-5613114417663703383</id><published>2009-01-12T08:16:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:50:43.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Vivi Fav</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SWtREJZO_kI/AAAAAAAAEWw/ca8ZAsgAoRg/s1600-h/Single+Ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SWtREJZO_kI/AAAAAAAAEWw/ca8ZAsgAoRg/s320/Single+Ladies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290411318959865410" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mVEGfH4s5g"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my last post, I mentioned that one of Vivi favorite songs was "Mr. Heatmiser."  Well, her love of that song pales in comparison to Beyonce's "Single Ladies."  Vivi has been fascinated with this song and Beyonce's dance moves since her appearance on SNL.  Almost everyday, Vivi will come up to me and say "Oh, oh, ohhh" and pat the computer or take me to the iBoom so I will play the song for her.  To date, I haven't been able to capture her dance moves on video but when there isn't a camera around she GETS DOWN!  In the meantime, here is a video of her vocalizing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mbNXMBkf5fA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mbNXMBkf5fA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5305000700471637176-5613114417663703383?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/5613114417663703383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=5613114417663703383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/5613114417663703383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/5613114417663703383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-vivi-fav.html' title='Another Vivi Fav'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SWtREJZO_kI/AAAAAAAAEWw/ca8ZAsgAoRg/s72-c/Single+Ladies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-1295148730026229393</id><published>2009-01-11T08:10:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:40:35.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>I had grand plans.  Grand plans, I tell you.  I was going to master my digital editing software and make a Christmas picture montage set to Vivi's favorite Christmas song, "Mr. Heatmiser" with the music fading up and down to include video snippets like the two below.  It was going to be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I've spent too much time of my free time on Facebook and the "Look what we did at Christmas!" expiration date is approaching or has already past.  So instead,  I invite you to hum "Mr. Heatmiser" while you watch the videos of Vivi trying to merge her new ornament and book, enjoying her second helping of Grandma B's tea roll and to check out our &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bigmamatammy/December2008?feat=directlink"&gt;Picassa gallery &lt;/a&gt;to see our Christmas pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dyv-QYSwql4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dyv-QYSwql4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Do6qB3jimQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Do6qB3jimQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-1295148730026229393?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/1295148730026229393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=1295148730026229393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/1295148730026229393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/1295148730026229393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-4505169327615076443</id><published>2008-12-19T14:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:38:20.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Things Done</title><content type='html'>I have accomplished two things that I have wanted to do for years.  I mailed Christmas Cards and have made Christmas treats to share.  I still can't quite believe it but I figured that if I didn't get it done this year while staying at home with the babe I never was going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got me thinking about what I want to accomplish this winter and I thought I would post it in hopes that it will motivate me in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish loading all of my CDs into iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hang pictures on our walls in our home.  Have lived here 5 years and still haven't gotten around to filling the walls.&lt;br /&gt;3. Create a website for my business.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sell some stuff on eBay.&lt;br /&gt;5. Make a pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop at five and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-4505169327615076443?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/4505169327615076443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=4505169327615076443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/4505169327615076443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/4505169327615076443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-things-done.html' title='Getting Things Done'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-794827823293887990</id><published>2008-12-02T14:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:38:00.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MornigStar Bomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was craving a Philly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheesesteak&lt;/span&gt; the other day and my husband offered to go the store to get the fixings.   He came back with these to replace the steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 238px;" src="http://www.seeveggiesdifferently.com/images/ServeImage.aspx?BID=12684&amp;amp;MD5=24230d4ba74d529f3710e134d7b8fc8a&amp;amp;w=250" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a big fan of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MorningStar&lt;/span&gt; Farm products.  I have loved everything I've tried especially the mini corn dogs so I was game to try them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cooked up some onion and added the steak strips. I took a taste after they had been cooking for awhile and they tasted awful so I dumped a ton of A1 sauce in the frying pan.  It still tasted funky after that so I hoped that a bun, some mayo, mustard and cheese would help and I stuck it under the broiler for a few minutes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The result: edible but pretty nasty tasting.  My daughter just moved the food from one part of her high chair tray to another.  Needless to say, I plan to stay away from this product in the future and stick with their other items.&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/5305000700471637176-794827823293887990?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/794827823293887990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=794827823293887990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/794827823293887990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/794827823293887990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/12/mornigstar-bomb.html' title='MornigStar Bomb'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-3259535504999793443</id><published>2008-12-01T20:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:37:43.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This Thanksgiving had a very Yin and Yang vibe.  The downside of this year was that my poor mom who was visiting fell sick with the flu on the big day.  The upside was that Will, Vivi and I chilled at home while we cooked a yummy Thanksgiving dinner which we have been eating for days.  With the extra family time, we were able to capture Vivi in one of her finest Toddler Moments to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwA219RQe9I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwA219RQe9I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I was able to do with the help of my DVR and the extra time at home was to watch the entire Macy's Thanksgiving Parade.  I will never watch it live again!  I was able to fast forward through the current cheesy teeny bopper bands to my old school cheesy teeny bopper hearthrob Rick Astley.  After wondering what the hell I had witnessed for about five hours, I went out with my Catholic High School gang and their Sig O's  and found out that I had gotten &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rickrolling"&gt;RickRolled&lt;/a&gt;.  To celebrate Rick Astley's new found cultural relevnace, I helped lead a verse or two from Rick's smash hits, "Never Gonna Give You Up" and "Together Forever."  Thank goodness the bar was very loud and none of the other tables seemed to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are links to two of my favorite recipes from our Thanksgiving Feast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgtksg23_6ckb8crcc"&gt;Green Bean Bundles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dgtksg23_7ztkfk8d7"&gt;Italian Sausage and Dried Cherry Stuffing&lt;/a&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/5305000700471637176-3259535504999793443?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/3259535504999793443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=3259535504999793443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3259535504999793443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3259535504999793443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-tidbits.html' title='Thanksgiving Tidbits'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-5008486259814947167</id><published>2008-12-01T20:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:37:18.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the dealio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have retired my older blog due to my husband's security worries and the reality that I am the one in our family that blogs so I felt a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;re-branding&lt;/span&gt; of the site was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;warranted&lt;/span&gt;.  I hope to post more often as I have bought into the Google solutions hook, line and sinker and am starting to use my MAC laptop more than our slow desktop PC.  I will be loading older posts in the near future so my year of baby blogging will remain intact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope that you enjoy the changes I have made to my blog and that you stop back again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-5008486259814947167?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-4560448874660513295</id><published>2008-10-15T08:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:36:57.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchup Time</title><content type='html'>We've been busy living the good life in the big city and haven't posted anything for quite awhile.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past two months, Miss Vivi Mae celebrated her first birthday, has started dancing and has continued to increase her vocabulary. In the first video, Vivi shows her dance moves off for my parents, Aunt Lois and Uncle Tom. Her favorite dance tunes include anything by Dolly Parton and the B-52's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second video shows Vivi saying my favorite word in her &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repertoire&lt;/font&gt;. Other new words include doggy, kitty/GiGi and ducky. I've been trying to teach her to say Obama since she can say each part of his name but so far no luck. Maybe by election day. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjeXtLcoX7U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjeXtLcoX7U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hvHOrTS6P3Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hvHOrTS6P3Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-4560448874660513295?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/4560448874660513295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=4560448874660513295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/4560448874660513295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/4560448874660513295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/10/catchup-time.html' title='Catchup Time'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-7739262365774278191</id><published>2008-08-20T15:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:36:30.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Baker Open Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SKx5ZSZJr2I/AAAAAAAACtA/my6iww84MOs/s1600-h/DSC01699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SKx5ZSZJr2I/AAAAAAAACtA/my6iww84MOs/s320/DSC01699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth annual Baker Open took place on August 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I was lucky enough to help out as Event Coordinator this year. I had a ton of fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;geeking&lt;/span&gt; out on updating the Web site, sending out e-mails and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;organizing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RSVPs&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why I love to do that kinda stuff but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122 golfers played and the raffle raised over $4000 for Jake VanValkenburg's memorial scholarship fund. But the highlight was a surprise wedding proposal that Team I got to help coordinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.thebakeropen.org/"&gt;http://www.thebakeropen.org/&lt;/a&gt; to see more pictures from the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-7739262365774278191?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/7739262365774278191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=7739262365774278191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7739262365774278191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7739262365774278191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-baker-open-ever.html' title='Best Baker Open Ever!'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SKx5ZSZJr2I/AAAAAAAACtA/my6iww84MOs/s72-c/DSC01699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-5567544560492181079</id><published>2008-08-20T15:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:35:54.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irish Fest 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STWvsLJT-bI/AAAAAAAAEKc/PRIs3wwzxsE/s1600-h/DSC01727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STWvsLJT-bI/AAAAAAAAEKc/PRIs3wwzxsE/s320/DSC01727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vivi and I had a blast attending our first Irish Fest in Milwaukee last weekend. We drove up with Uncle Jeff and stayed with my Uncle Jim and Aunt Linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our family's rallying cry should be "Have Kilts. Will Travel." Check out our Picasa Web Gallery (click on the Pictures slideshow at the right) to see more pictures from the weekend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-5567544560492181079?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/5567544560492181079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=5567544560492181079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/5567544560492181079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/5567544560492181079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/08/irish-fest-2008.html' title='Irish Fest 2008'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STWvsLJT-bI/AAAAAAAAEKc/PRIs3wwzxsE/s72-c/DSC01727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-3622241489905770650</id><published>2008-07-31T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:35:12.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Got a New Pair of Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRFABSEpbKA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRFABSEpbKA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went shopping with G.G. yesterday and she purchased a pair of Pedipeds for Miss Viv. Pedipeds are leather soled shoes that are in between bare feet and Striderites. As you can see from the video, Vivi likes them but needed to get the hang of walking with something on her feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-3622241489905770650?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/3622241489905770650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=3622241489905770650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3622241489905770650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/3622241489905770650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/07/babys-got-new-pair-of-shoes.html' title='Baby&apos;s Got a New Pair of Shoes'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-8835863842320620496</id><published>2008-07-29T16:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:34:45.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Walking and Talking and Eating Pork</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xriH187sdZs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xriH187sdZs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vivi has been vertical and on the move for two weeks now. What started as a few steps here and there has become more steps than I can keep count of. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She continues to increase her vocabulary. "Uh-Oh" is the latest word that has been perfected. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her taste buds are expanding also. Her favorite foods right now include watermellon, cuban pork and mango gellato. Oh, and I can't forget sugar cookies thanks to G.G.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-8835863842320620496?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/8835863842320620496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=8835863842320620496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/8835863842320620496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/8835863842320620496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-walking-and-talking-and-eating.html' title='She&apos;s Walking and Talking and Eating Pork'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-8456798346194926266</id><published>2008-06-21T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:34:16.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five years ago. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SF21bJzrU8I/AAAAAAAACQk/IcM5UmcFgvM/s1600-h/Photo_2004_12_24_19_11_54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214523421658665922" style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SF21bJzrU8I/AAAAAAAACQk/IcM5UmcFgvM/s320/Photo_2004_12_24_19_11_54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and I got married. It was a wonderful day and, while much more low key, today was just as wonderful. We had a very nice dinner from Christopher's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opened&lt;/span&gt; a bottle of wine that was a gift and a bottle of champagne from our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nuptials&lt;/span&gt;. I hope the next five years are filled with as much fun, family and friends as the first five were. Thanks to everyone who has made our life together so wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-8456798346194926266?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/8456798346194926266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=8456798346194926266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/8456798346194926266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/8456798346194926266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/06/five-years-ago.html' title='Five years ago. . .'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SF21bJzrU8I/AAAAAAAACQk/IcM5UmcFgvM/s72-c/Photo_2004_12_24_19_11_54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-7803671638640662442</id><published>2008-05-23T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:33:38.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting SO BIG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RotqkqUmLlE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RotqkqUmLlE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivi has been very busy growing up this month. We have eight days left in the month but so far in May she has:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started feeding herself cereal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Begun waving and saying "Hi"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned how to clap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Begun babbling "Mama" and "Dada" while looking at Will and me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulled herself up in her crib and playpen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned "SO BIG" from Grandma Shutters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started waking Will up by tapping, actually slapping is more like it, his head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she's going, I'm sure she will pull out some new tricks before the month's out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-7803671638640662442?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/7803671638640662442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=7803671638640662442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7803671638640662442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/7803671638640662442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-so-big.html' title='Getting SO BIG!'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-2329830663077621471</id><published>2008-05-20T07:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:33:00.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, That Mindy is Talented!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SDLKWoSqdzI/AAAAAAAACOA/R1eR9rT1v6s/s1600-h/vivien00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SDLKWoSqdzI/AAAAAAAACOA/R1eR9rT1v6s/s320/vivien00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mindy Myers is a great friend of ours and is one of the most talented photographers I've ever seen. And, she throws one heck of a Christmas party. Besides being lucky to have her as a friend, we have had the good fortune to have her capture the special moments in our lives; our wedding, Vivien as a newborn and, now, Vivien at seven months. Check out all of &lt;a href="ttp://picasaweb.google.com/bigmamatammy/MindySPhotoshootAt7Months"&gt;the great pictures she recently took&lt;/a&gt;. She managed to capture all of Vivi's expressions and it is something that we truly treasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-2329830663077621471?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/2329830663077621471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=2329830663077621471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/2329830663077621471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/2329830663077621471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-that-mindy-is-talented.html' title='Man, That Mindy is Talented!'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SDLKWoSqdzI/AAAAAAAACOA/R1eR9rT1v6s/s72-c/vivien00002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-2105085347562426757</id><published>2008-05-15T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:32:18.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving for India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SCxZu4SqcvI/AAAAAAAACCg/2E-E0JylAsY/s1600-h/Kristin+Herrig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SCxZu4SqcvI/AAAAAAAACCg/2E-E0JylAsY/s400/Kristin+Herrig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200630331625599730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend, Kristin is leaving for India today.  She will be working at the Principal offices for three months.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will miss her but are excited to hear about her exciting adventure.  Kristin's husband, Jay, has taught her how to upload pictures and to post travel tales to their blog, &lt;a href="http://www.jayandkritsadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.JayandKritsAdventures.blogspot.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Safe travels, Kristin!&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/5305000700471637176-2105085347562426757?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/2105085347562426757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=2105085347562426757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/2105085347562426757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/2105085347562426757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/05/var-gajshost-https-document.html' title='Leaving for India'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SCxZu4SqcvI/AAAAAAAACCg/2E-E0JylAsY/s72-c/Kristin+Herrig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-2636680781786475139</id><published>2008-05-13T19:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:31:17.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Family Times</title><content type='html'>We have been caught up in a wonderful family whirlwind for the past few weeks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SCyBkISqdvI/AAAAAAAACM4/hG_nBmXSlr8/s1600-h/Bill+and+Vivi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SCyBkISqdvI/AAAAAAAACM4/hG_nBmXSlr8/s320/Bill+and+Vivi.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200674127407118066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On April 26th my father-in-law, Bill, laid down his overhead markers and officially retired from teaching.  In his 4o plus year career, he has taught thousands of students complicated math theories and the finer points of driving on the road.  It has been fun figuring out which friends of ours he has taught over the years.  Betty, my mother-in-law, threw Bill a surprise retirement party at one of their favorite local restaurants.  I wondered if he was surprised because he walked in to the party and seemed to take it all in stride but he did say that he was truly surprised.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SCyBlISqdwI/AAAAAAAACNA/H_wk5JcygvQ/s1600-h/GG+and+Vivi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SCyBlISqdwI/AAAAAAAACNA/H_wk5JcygvQ/s320/GG+and+Vivi.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200674144586987266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next week, my parents, Kathie and Steve, came to visit from Florida.  We had a great time hanging out with Vivi and watching her tricks.  She pulled out her first word while they were here.   It was "Hi!" and she topped it up with a wave. While Grandpa and Grandma G. were here we went out to our old house and got pictures taken in front of the Crab Apple tree that Dad and I gave to Mom on Mother's Day many moons ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SCyBlYSqdxI/AAAAAAAACNI/s9CjGfJ60-4/s1600-h/Quinn+Boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SCyBlYSqdxI/AAAAAAAACNI/s9CjGfJ60-4/s320/Quinn+Boys.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200674148881954578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the majority of the Quinn clan, including Jim and Linda from Wisconsin, were in town too to see my cousin Conor receive the sacrament of First Communion.  There were so many kids receiving the sacrament (over 200) that they held two different masses.  Conor looked quite dapper in his new duds and received the Eucharist like a pro!  Congratulations Conor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bigmamatammy"&gt;our Picasa Gallery&lt;/a&gt; to see pictures from all of the festivities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-2636680781786475139?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/2636680781786475139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=2636680781786475139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/2636680781786475139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/2636680781786475139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-family-times.html' title='Busy Family Times'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/SCyBkISqdvI/AAAAAAAACM4/hG_nBmXSlr8/s72-c/Bill+and+Vivi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-5510055414246561768</id><published>2008-04-28T16:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:28:21.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And she's off . . .</title><content type='html'>Vivien &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; started crawling last Wednesday. She had been taking one scoot forward and then rolling over and pushing herself up to a sitting position. While she was able to get around this way, I didn't count it as crawling until she took two scoots forward. As you can see from the video, she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cruising&lt;/span&gt;' now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyNdoXoizkU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyNdoXoizkU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-5510055414246561768?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/5510055414246561768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=5510055414246561768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/5510055414246561768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/5510055414246561768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-shes-off.html' title='And she&apos;s off . . .'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-550946341458944392</id><published>2008-04-27T09:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:27:49.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Networking Sites</title><content type='html'>In recent months, I have become addicted to social networking sites.  I'm active on Facebook, LinkedIn and MySpace.  My favorite is Facebook and one of my favorite applications is Lil' Green Patch.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The premise of Lil' Green Patch is that you send friends plants for their virtual gardens.  From time to time you have to rake leaves, chase deer and rabbits away and perform other gardening tasks.  For every plant you send, you save a few square feet of rain forest.  It's a fun way to help the environment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've sent enough plants that I have access to a "Greenie On the Go."  Each time someone clicks on my little friend here, we save some of the rainforest and I earn access to more plants and Green Bucks to buy virtual tools to tend to my garden.  I know it sounds crazy but it is a blast.  I encourage you to try it out especially for those of you who do not have a "real" green thumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="160" width="130" data="http://lilgreenpatch.com/greentrees/badge/badge.swf?badgeId=1130237355,0"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width: 130px; position: relative; top: -160px; left: 0px; margin-bottom: -160px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilgreenpatch.com/greentrees/badge/lilgreenpatch.php?badgeId=1130237355,0&amp;amp;src=1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/clear.gif" border="0" width="130" height="160" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-550946341458944392?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/550946341458944392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=550946341458944392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/550946341458944392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/550946341458944392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/04/social-networking-sites.html' title='Social Networking Sites'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305000700471637176.post-8228569761782274351</id><published>2008-04-10T12:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:27:07.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our baby does it too . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3PXKGcSem0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3PXKGcSem0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Laughing Vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cXXm696UbKY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cXXm696UbKY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Laughing You Tube Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have seen the laughing baby on You Tube that won the Most Adorable category in 2007. Just thought you would like to know that our daughter has a lot in common with that baby. Besides busting a gut over paper being torn, they have the same haircut. Vivi probably would have fallen over too if she wasn't strapped in.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305000700471637176-8228569761782274351?l=bigmamatammy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/feeds/8228569761782274351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305000700471637176&amp;postID=8228569761782274351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/8228569761782274351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305000700471637176/posts/default/8228569761782274351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigmamatammy.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-baby-does-it-too.html' title='Our baby does it too . . .'/><author><name>Big Mama Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677308670430761946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-z9-ue8NnwQ/STSQ8EWGi0I/AAAAAAAAEIo/kXmfy4E6YGQ/S220/TGS+Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
