<?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-2012169235111905820</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:10:01.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Kings and the Princess</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-2720118233933899366</id><published>2011-01-02T14:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:20:20.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling, talking, teaching and trying new things</title><content type='html'>We have really been trying to make the most of our Christmas break. While on break we have enjoyed seeing family, rested, relaxed, ate tons of goodies, and played with all of the new toys we received for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557732821424776562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSEIjhGNpXI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_8ujitmmpVU/s200/christmas%2B006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557732814018972178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSEIjFgiChI/AAAAAAAAAZI/D1ABxd1tXw0/s200/christmas%2B007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Our first adventure led us to Houston to visit Justin's side of the family. It was a full house with Aunt Linda and Uncle Steve, Grandmother and Granddaddy-o, The Moddelmog family, the Archer family, the Key family. Britni and John were able to make it for our last night in Houston. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557732833100628722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSEIkMl9AvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HkVLQofKHoA/s200/christmas%2B027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557732826635145778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSEIj0gdkjI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BunU2wDmxnc/s200/christmas%2B026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;It was so wonderful to see everyone and have the kids spend time together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560603366177998338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSs7TNnhhgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/WnWielUrquE/s200/christmas%2B032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560603373252042898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSs7Tn-G4JI/AAAAAAAAAZw/sZUI9JWNj6E/s200/christmas%2B034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560603380840262370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSs7UEPR6uI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FBPSjq8ZkME/s200/christmas%2B045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I didn't get many pictures of our time in Houston, but the few that I took really show how much fun the kids had playing together. We took them to an awesome Christmas program, made a Gingerbread man hunt for presents, played "Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam" in the back yard, and took a few trips to the neighborhood park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a long drive home, but we made it in one day (THANKS, Justin!). We wanted to make it home so we could spend Christmas eve and day with our fabulous family of four. I spent time on Christmas eve making good food and wrapping presents. The boys were getting really excited about the upcoming events!! After all was said and done, we cleaned up nice and neat to head to Christmas eve service at FUMC. When we returned home, we all opened one gift (new pj's), and quickly headed to bed (or at least the boys did).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560603384185403346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSs7UQs0t9I/AAAAAAAAAaA/gz7zeM00kn0/s200/christmas%2B047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560604799980272274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSs8mq8n-pI/AAAAAAAAAaI/JxfMgpI98bc/s200/christmas%2B048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560604801662596002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSs8mxNuM6I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jWHXU13UVwE/s200/christmas%2B050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560604805859777954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSs8nA2aHaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/E7RRjugwDSA/s200/christmas%2B056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560604822603683442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSs8n_Od1nI/AAAAAAAAAag/DoEpgb4g2MU/s200/christmas%2B061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Santa was really good to all of us! The boys enjoyed all of their gifts. Russell's gifts fell more on the artistic side of things, while Wilson's gifts followed a trend of sports (big surprise) with a little Toy Story 3 mixed in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560605915736667154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSs9nndrdBI/AAAAAAAAAao/t6VEDlW_DhE/s200/christmas%2B066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560605922452874098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSs9oAe8o3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/Z3SuqphZqMw/s200/christmas%2B069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560605927868427378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSs9oUqHbHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Pywi3n6VINs/s200/christmas%2B070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560605934529557090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSs9oteQMmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/5dhnHnrvsho/s200/christmas%2B071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you and your family had a peaceful and enjoyable Christmas. Much love to all of our family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-2720118233933899366?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/2720118233933899366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=2720118233933899366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2720118233933899366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2720118233933899366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2011/01/traveling-talking-teaching-and-trying.html' title='Traveling, talking, teaching and trying new things'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TSEIjhGNpXI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_8ujitmmpVU/s72-c/christmas%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-5859819972986534420</id><published>2010-11-21T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T06:20:09.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unca Ryan and Aunt Shannon come to visit</title><content type='html'>We had another wonderful set of visitors recently. My brother, Ryan, and his wonderful wife, Shannon, came all the way from Chicago to see us. We filled the weekend with LOTS of events, but truth be told, I think we could have filled it with just the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542181639373565394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TOnI1leNrdI/AAAAAAAAAXU/D8HWDtRR8uY/s200/Copy%2Bof%2Brands%2B012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542181631815765682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TOnI1JUSzrI/AAAAAAAAAXM/6ZnMYKlxaFw/s200/Copy%2Bof%2Brands%2B011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: Their flight came in about 10, so all of us loaded up in the van to make the trip to XNA. The boys entertained themselves while waiting by acting like monsters crashing a toy house in the baggage area. What can I say? Boys will be boys. We came back to the Fort and had a nice lunch at Chedders. I think Shannon was appalled at Ryan's choice of Chicken Fried Steak, but she tried it like a good sport. Once we made it to the house the boys were relentless in their pursuit of playing with our guests. I think it is safe to say that everyone was WORN OUT by early afternoon. Justin had to scout a game (we had a bye week), and the weather was nice, so we decided to grill some tasties. The boys were happy to share their new movie, Toy Story 3, with Aunt Shannon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542182177610212066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TOnJU6j1IuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/AVRDOel-qTM/s200/Copy%2Bof%2Brands%2B014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542182232964906946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TOnJYIxav8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/F_0HSFl4QBU/s200/Copy%2Bof%2Brands%2B017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542182243050105746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TOnJYuV6q5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/i5KEWm1wfAg/s200/Copy%2Bof%2Brands%2B019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: The boys and I woke up fairly early. Wilson complained of a stomach ache and claimed the only remedy was cinnamon rolls. He waited patiently for them to finish cooking and devoured 3 on his own. Once everyone else woke up, I fixed another round of cinnamon rolls and promptly banned the younger people from eating them all. (They must be going through a growth spurt!!) Ryan, Shannon, Wilson , and I made a quick run to Academy Sports for Hog gear. Of course, while we were there, Wilson found a Rebel colored football that he just HAD to have. Uncle Ryan was very nice to buy it for him (even if it was for us to take to the game later). Ms. Macy made it to the house to hang out with the boys while the adults made another trek up the hill for the Hog game. We had a blast tailgating at Pratt Farm, and the Hogs won in honor of Shannon. Once we made it back home, we all got out our competitive belts for a quick game of Cranium. Do you even need to ask who won? THE GIRLS!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544230932571595042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TPEQqJipoSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/nSPkKX2PcrQ/s200/Copy%2Bof%2Brands%2B023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544230937073405682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TPEQqaT9zvI/AAAAAAAAAX8/P9-TIsyP1Jo/s200/Copy%2Bof%2Brands%2B024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544231605035074146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TPERRSqcAmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/z9WyHHZUiSY/s200/Copy%2Bof%2Brands%2B025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544231617957023890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TPERSCzRUJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Dufx3vCQAD8/s200/Copy%2Bof%2Brands%2B027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544231614095892114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TPERR0atHpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lUNzTRJZkwQ/s200/Copy%2Bof%2Brands%2B026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544231627830069442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TPERSnlMCMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/yxhNgC57RLs/s200/Copy%2Bof%2Brands%2B028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544233377781737762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TPES4eqLaSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4glhJ8NEfnc/s200/Copy%2Bof%2Brands%2B029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544233385573988626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TPES47r_uRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/k_wwzfK7pk0/s200/rands%2B042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: We decided to take Ryan and Shannon to a really nice breakfast at our favorite stomping grounds--IHOP. I think the funniest comment of the weekend was Ryan saying, "Man, it is hard to take kids to breakfast. I am used to getting a paper and not saying anything to anyone." Yep, big bro, kids put a kink in those plans. Sunday was pretty much lounging, laundry, playing with the kids, and napping. We had to leave about 2:30 to make one last trip up the hill to the airport. After we saw Uncle Ryan and Aunt Shannon off safely, me and the boys drove safely back to our quiet home to enjoy the rest of our evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a wonderful weekend (even if it was terribly short). The boys can't wait for the next time they see their "best buddies". Russell claims every time he gets mad at me that he is going to get on a plane and go live with Ryan and Shannon in Chicago. My typical response is "You would never make it in that cold. 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It kinda put a kink in our fun-filed day as the coaches work for most of the day. However, Jeff was kind enough to let the coaches have 5:30-7:30 with their candy crazed children. THANKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536974547532687954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TNdJA8wQqlI/AAAAAAAAAV0/wcsLPWkeejg/s200/halloween+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536974551483515058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TNdJBLeNgLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ykO7mLegKdI/s200/halloween+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Russell, Wilson, and I started our afternoon with the Fimples at FUMC for their carnival. It was held in the FLC and consisted of games, bouncy houses, candy, candy and more candy. It was a really great way to warm up to the idea of people in costumes. In case you aren't aware, Wilson has a huge fear of strange people wearing strange outfits. He did really well, considering there were some seriously scary costumes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536974556778666562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TNdJBfMrGkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/24NUiZyozas/s200/halloween+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536974562352660626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TNdJBz9ngJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uU9wG_FfTzQ/s200/halloween+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536976786025096370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TNdLDPycJLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/07hwWfXQwvQ/s200/halloween+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536974566028534242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TNdJCBqA4eI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7-l7GaetdnY/s200/halloween+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After we won all the games, took all the candy, and feasted on all the popcorn and soda we could, we headed to SHS to pick up the daddies. Sonic was running a special on corn dogs, so we swung by and picked up dinner to eat before Trick-or-Treating. We met the Fimples (+Keith) at a park in a local neighborhood, and we all ate some really healthy food. To maximize the short time we had we preplanned where we would visit. One of the neighborhoods is known for giving out full sized candy bars, and we had hunted this area last year. Let's just say the kids really racked up on loot!! A fun time was had by everyone involved. Now if I can just keep myself out of the bag of goodies.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536976794456312930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TNdLDvMmTGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/qoMkDyN8e8A/s200/halloween+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-6107545289355514749?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/6107545289355514749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=6107545289355514749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/6107545289355514749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/6107545289355514749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2010/11/spooktacular-day.html' title='Spooktacular Day'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TNdJA8wQqlI/AAAAAAAAAV0/wcsLPWkeejg/s72-c/halloween+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-4413193242207466219</id><published>2010-10-27T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T18:20:56.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa T's Halloween Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was the party to end all other parties. If you haven't had the pleasure of meeting "Papa T" then I feel so sorry for you. This man (who is the dad of a coach) puts on a great show for all of the kids. I am talking about HUGE blowup houses  and slides. He requires costumes, but he provides great prizes for them. He thinks of the most inventive games to play, and the party always ends with the kids filling up their pumpkin baskets with TONS of candy. This year The Stewarts and The Keys went with the group theme of "Grease". We thought it was fitting--the boys could all be "tough T-Birds", and Leslie and I could be sassy Pink Ladies. Leslie is a very talented seamstress, and she took on the job of making our sexy poodle skirts. We won "Best Over All 3rd place", but I think we could have stolen the show if Tadd hadn't messed up "The Hand Jive" during judging. Leslie was Frenchie (duh--she sprayed her hair pink), and I was Rizzo (you can't see the hickey I drew on my neck). Needless to say we had a great time despite the torrential down pour. We are already planning next year's costumes. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532899922214876786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMjPKilndnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/S7hblEJzqLQ/s200/papa+t+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532899952651082530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMjPMT-LGyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/icBLkjigxao/s200/papa+t+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532899942344745218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMjPLtk84QI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KEtMd4vc780/s200/papa+t+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532899927617508674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMjPK2ttFUI/AAAAAAAAAUk/5UfGgdmWef0/s200/papa+t+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532900417159830642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMjPnWZsHHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6lp1UC_NCMk/s200/papa+t+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-4413193242207466219?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/4413193242207466219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=4413193242207466219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/4413193242207466219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/4413193242207466219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2010/10/papa-ts-halloween-extravaganza.html' title='Papa T&apos;s Halloween Extravaganza'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMjPKilndnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/S7hblEJzqLQ/s72-c/papa+t+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-5088200957258708254</id><published>2010-10-26T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:56:25.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you didn't hear</title><content type='html'>Just in case you missed the news. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean this is really big news. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really changed the way we saw things at our house. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will probably change the way we see things for a while. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house was pretty crazy for a while after we "found out". . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No , probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why you are even trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will put you out of your misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We. . . are. . . going. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO THE PLAYOFFS! AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hysterical laughter from Hillary*&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am sorry, did you think I was about to say something else?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, we beat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Har&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ber&lt;/span&gt;, who were undefeated and ranked in the nation. I am so proud of the Rebels!! Our of our 6 seasons in Fort Smith this will be our 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time to go to the playoffs!! My heart swells with pride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-5088200957258708254?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/5088200957258708254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=5088200957258708254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/5088200957258708254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/5088200957258708254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-case-you-didnt-hear.html' title='In case you didn&apos;t hear'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-8846071922437997696</id><published>2010-10-26T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:51:24.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great times with Grandparents</title><content type='html'>Grandpa Ralph and Nana came to visit in early October. It was such a wonderful visit for everyone. Unfortunately, Wilson was running a temperature the whole weekend, but that didn't stop him from getting some good G-rent love. They arrived on Thursday afternoon and stayed till we left for work on Monday morning. We didn't really do anything spectacular (hint--fever), but we had really special time here at the house chatting. I was only able to catch a few pics of the whole weekend. Some are cute and some are silly (but still cute). We really don't get to see them often enough. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532552103251876338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMeS0z-rGfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/D3vP-XImbEU/s200/gpa+and+nana+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532552095857410850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMeS0YbsgyI/AAAAAAAAATs/m3QKcEyArkI/s200/gpa+and+nana+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532552087332108418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMeSz4rGuII/AAAAAAAAATk/YciRG7CSN2o/s200/gpa+and+nana+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532552081861412850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMeSzkSyh_I/AAAAAAAAATc/WrgpqwAyxdc/s200/gpa+and+nana+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532552778720225730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMeTcIS4KcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Tdfl3DfbWag/s200/gpa+and+nana+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532552776207290274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMeTb-7vz6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/m6xQFzL0pvE/s200/gpa+and+nana+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532552761264531634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMeTbHRHaLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/K5EmyY0-sUc/s200/gpa+and+nana+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532552753528299522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMeTaqcp4AI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Neh5eULykXQ/s200/gpa+and+nana+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-8846071922437997696?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/8846071922437997696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=8846071922437997696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/8846071922437997696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/8846071922437997696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-times-with-grandparents.html' title='Great times with Grandparents'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TMeS0z-rGfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/D3vP-XImbEU/s72-c/gpa+and+nana+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-7433811441233706135</id><published>2010-10-02T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:19:15.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>Today we decided to have a family adventure to the Wild Things Farm and Pumpkin Patch. We were joined by the Stewart family as well. I heard about this wonderful place through our Kindergarten teachers. They take the whole all of the Kindergarten students each year. I wasn't sure what to expect, but when I looked at the website it looked pretty cool. We made the executive decision NOT to do the corn maze (thank goodness for me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;claustrophobia&lt;/span&gt;!). &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as we arrived we were surprised by goats, pigs, and roosters! Someone had invented a very awesome way to feed the goats (they like to climb up these ladders like things). Of course we had to try it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523627278258096930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TKfdvoA7SyI/AAAAAAAAASE/JXhSocAOVYQ/s200/pumpkin+patch+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523627287160324498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TKfdwJLYgZI/AAAAAAAAASM/CFZ1i_fSZ6A/s200/pumpkin+patch+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then we found a cow milking simulator. It was a wooden cut-out of a cow that had the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;instruments&lt;/span&gt;" you could pull on to milk. It was actually hooked up to a water hose, but the boys thought it was hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523627289934977698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TKfdwTg6WqI/AAAAAAAAASU/s1pZK2GzVUE/s200/pumpkin+patch+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There were also little games the kids could play like duck races (with real water pumps) and pig races. You had to turn the pigs tail to get the numbered pigs to race. Wilson was not pleased that he couldn't figure out how to work the game. He also hadn't had a nap before we left, so EVERYTHING was a battle. Just check out the mean face he is making!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523627304669709746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TKfdxKZ8hbI/AAAAAAAAASk/I2gUfKSamUc/s200/pumpkin+patch+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures of the corn shooter. It was a neat contraption that they stuffed corn down, and you could shoot the corn cobs at targets in a field. I think the grown boys had more fun with this game than the younger ones! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up was picking pumpkins. I wanted the boys to each get a small pumpkin that we could paint, one large pumpkin for carving (closer to Halloween), and I wanted some fall decorative items for the front porch. I would say were were successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523627301816544082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TKfdw_xsq1I/AAAAAAAAASc/UOsfb7IgJ58/s200/pumpkin+patch+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Russell picked the Jack-o-lantern pumpkin, and he did a fine job. I think we can turn it into something extremely spooky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson found the largest pumpkin out there and declared "This is mine". He was sorely disappointed when I told him it was only for display, and there was no way in the world we were taking it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523628105575131458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TKfefyAraUI/AAAAAAAAASs/P9Wgr4ZERHc/s200/pumpkin+patch+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boys found a "fort" to storm, and they were quite hilarious acting like they had conquered the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523628117590349970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TKfegexVGJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8xhmDfqQhrU/s200/pumpkin+patch+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523628122381138642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TKfegwniutI/AAAAAAAAATE/MsTiptpIgrw/s200/pumpkin+patch+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We were also able to take a good fall family picture while were there. And a funny one with Russell as a farmer on a tractor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523628118619164370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TKfegimnjtI/AAAAAAAAAS8/930VgrLbop8/s200/pumpkin+patch+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523628133126603394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TKfehYpdgoI/AAAAAAAAATM/uX8FcwJR97I/s200/pumpkin+patch+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-7433811441233706135?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/7433811441233706135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=7433811441233706135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7433811441233706135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7433811441233706135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TKfdvoA7SyI/AAAAAAAAASE/JXhSocAOVYQ/s72-c/pumpkin+patch+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-2420941169312127519</id><published>2010-09-30T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:57:09.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Lovin' It!</title><content type='html'>No, this entry isn't going to be all about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; Donald's! However, it is going to be about a few of the things I am really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;digging&lt;/span&gt; at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love fundraisers at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;. This week we attended a Booster Club fundraiser at Varsity Grill and a fundraiser at Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt;-A for my school. I love that it gives me an excuse not to cook, but that by eating out, we are actually helping fund two really great programs. By the looks of the crowds at both, the fundraisers were great successes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Crisp nights/mornings--I am really loving that in the mornings it is just cool enough to wake me up, and in the evenings, it is just right to sit outside. I am also loving the fact that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; are finally at bay. When I am enjoying the back porch (after the kids are in bed), I catch the faintest whiff of a fire someone has built. Now, me personally, it is a little early to enjoy the roaring blaze but to each their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Scrubs for work!! We decided as a staff that this year we would all order scrubs. May sound strange to some people, but it really isn't that uncommon in the school world. It was great to wake up this morning and not have to worry about what to wear and if it was ironed. The scrubs are a wonderful, vibrant, royal blue with the cutest embroidery of a school house and children while saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Euper&lt;/span&gt; Lane. . . Working Together" which is part of our new mission statement. It was also quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;humorous&lt;/span&gt; to see the reaction of the students when the entire staff was dressed alike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  the Little Penguin Merlot--'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  How much Russell is learning. It is almost as if I can see his brain expanding. He comes home every day with a new story, poem, vocabulary word, or concept. I love that his teacher actually enjoys her job, and that she is such a genuinely nice person who smiles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; much!! Russell absolutely loves school, and I know it is because of the fantastic environment E.L.E. provides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Baby toes (what did I say)? No really, I have always loved Wilson's baby toes. It seems like his little feet are just stuck in that perfect stage of freaking cute. I would kiss them if they weren't so  stinky!! I know that they won't be baby toes for much longer (technically they aren't baby toes now), and I want to cherish the sweetness of them while I still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  My family!! My parents will be visiting us next week, and I am looking forward to a good time. We don't have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to see my parents as much as I would like, and we really try to live it up when we get together. I am excited for Nana and Grandpa Ralph to see how much the boys have changed, take them to a Rebel game, and maybe even introduce them to a few new friends. My brother and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt;, Ryan and Shannon, are also going to visit us soon. They will come in for a short weekend trip, but we will fill it to the brim with activities!! I look forward to their visit for many different reasons than my parents' trip. Obviously, I want R and S to hang out with the boys, but I am being selfish, and I am really looking forward to getting away to F-ville for the Hog game. Tailgating, chilling, watching good football, and quality time with two of my favorite people--who could want more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? Life is good right now. I think my positive outlook has helped me this fall to get over the little things that usually bring me down! I am loving life--even the hiccups along the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-2420941169312127519?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/2420941169312127519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=2420941169312127519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2420941169312127519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2420941169312127519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-lovin-it.html' title='I&apos;m Lovin&apos; It!'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-2253982675631873193</id><published>2010-09-27T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:21:00.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone Plan</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this has nothing to do with my kids, or my job, or football, but it has been weighing heavily on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received our monthly cell phone/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; bill and were astounded to find it almost $200 more than normal. Considering we have already added unlimited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; (what can I say, sometimes I don't want to talk to people, SHOCKING I KNOW), I really couldn't figure out why the bill would be so much. We do enjoy "renting movies off" like Russell says, but there is no way that we rented that many. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dissecting&lt;/span&gt; the bill, I realized that suddenly we were being charged for our daytime minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I was going to have to be the one to call the cell phone company. First of all, the bill is actually in my name. Second, I wanted it taken care of sooner rather than later. So I settled in for a long winter's nap--oh wait, that is a different story. No, really, I settled in when I knew I had some time and waited for a live person (speaking English) to answer the phone. There were two ways I could approach the situation. I could "let them have it" like Justin thought, or I could be "PROACTIVE" as I learned this summer. I chose the later. Well, low and behold, it actually worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very nice and helpful representative said that our plan had expired, and that we needed to sign up for a new plan. Seeing as how we don't have a home phone, I opted for the plan that allowed us to have PLENTY of minutes, and we were able to name 10 numbers as "mobile to mobile". FANTASTIC! She was also so kind as to back date the plan so it would get rid of the overages that were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;, and we should see a credit on our next bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the difficult situation. Those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' 10 numbers that we had to choose. How to limit your top 10 people? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; since we only had 10 numbers to be shared? So I sat down with my recent calls while Justin did the same, and we figured out who we called the most. It really wasn't hard to pick the first 5 or 6 numbers--they were pretty much all family. Those last 4 numbers were more tricky. Not that anyone would know if we picked them (or didn't for that matter), but I kept feeling that pang of guilt. What if this month I talk to so and so more than such and such, but next month, what if it changes. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;evidentally&lt;/span&gt; the phone company had already thought of that! When I added our 10 people, it so kindly told me that I could change them as needed. Thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better knowing that I don't have to choose people forever. I mean I had to do that once, and I made a really good choice, but what if I messed this one up? PRESSURE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-2253982675631873193?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/2253982675631873193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=2253982675631873193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2253982675631873193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2253982675631873193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2010/09/cell-phone-plan.html' title='Cell Phone Plan'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-1713189239133919714</id><published>2010-09-18T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T06:43:42.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Mommy" as told by Russell Key</title><content type='html'>What does your mommy say all of the time?&lt;br /&gt;*I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes mommy happy?&lt;br /&gt;*hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes mommy sad?&lt;br /&gt;*When you bust your elbow open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does mommy do that makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;*tickles me and makes funny faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was mommy like as a child?&lt;br /&gt;*little and growing bigger and bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is mommy?&lt;br /&gt;*31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall is mommy?&lt;br /&gt;*3 foots tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is mommy's favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;*go to work and play games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does mommy do after you go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;*eat candy&lt;br /&gt;****At this point Russell got frustrated having to answer all of the questions. So I couldn't get the rest of them answered. I tried to get Wilson to answer some questions, but he just stood there saying, "I don't know, I don't know, I DON"T KNOW".&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess that is pretty typical. Boys just don't have a lot to say, even if it is about their mama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-1713189239133919714?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/1713189239133919714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=1713189239133919714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/1713189239133919714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/1713189239133919714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-mommy-as-told-by-russell-key.html' title='&quot;My Mommy&quot; as told by Russell Key'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-2554923403357965368</id><published>2010-09-16T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T17:56:05.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwback Thursday</title><content type='html'>Let's go back to 2007. Russell was younger than Wilson is now, and Wilson was a tiny baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517648137215579442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TJKfvz5UlTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3080jSWmxFA/s200/throwback2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517648124598227250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TJKfvE5HETI/AAAAAAAAARw/S2ZYNyBYMiw/s200/throwback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-2554923403357965368?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/2554923403357965368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=2554923403357965368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2554923403357965368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2554923403357965368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2010/09/throwback-thursday.html' title='Throwback Thursday'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TJKfvz5UlTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3080jSWmxFA/s72-c/throwback2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-981311024539769868</id><published>2010-09-10T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T18:43:34.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Pics from 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am going with the "top ten" list theme, I thought about the "top 10 pics from 2010". If you are a friend of mine on facebook, you have seen these before, but some of these pics are too darn cute not to post again! I realize the year isn't over, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516155564865978514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TI1SQqmhgJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fAgSjt1yUrQ/s200/100_6393.JPG" border="0" /&gt; #10 I just love moments like these. When my boys are being so sweet and brotherly. What you don't see is that right after this pic one of them punched the other, and then they tried to push each other into the sprinkler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516155954521401426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TI1SnWLnaFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HFbCkK107W0/s200/100_6371.JPG" border="0" /&gt; #9 Oh, Wilson, how I love to put you in awkward places and then try to make you smile. Poor kid's butt was so hot from this cow's back. I don't think that is a smile, but it was still kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515499757688555634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TIr9zqfHiHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0ROs2HK4Nj8/s200/100_6064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;#8 This pic should be titled "You might live in Arkansas if. . . " --you use a bucket to make a snowman. . .you use beer caps for the eyes. . . your kids really don't know what a snowman is supposed to look like and think this one is awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515500636414849570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TIr-mz_ysiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9MsXqCNBck0/s200/100_6143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;#7 Most awesome "I am serious about t-ball" face E.V.E.R.!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515501106796651426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TIr_CMTjY6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zRdeqtFNoFY/s200/100_6160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Just hilarious! When I ask the boys to "pose" you never know what you might get!! This was before Russell's birthday party, and you can see the excitement all over their faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516156624396777698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TI1TOVqWeOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yZCMlw3-p_Q/s200/100_6204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;#5 If you don't have boys, or children in general, then you might not know this common fact: Everything is a competition. Who can eat the fastest (and the most), who can yell the loudest (esp. when we are in a store), and who can get the most of anything. Notice that Wilson is peering into Russell's basket, and it really looks like he might be counting to make sure Russell didn't win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516157809275974066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TI1UTTrkMbI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iuY3Bau-Zv8/s200/100_6220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;#4 This kid wants a motorcycle. He talks about it everyday. We have set two ground rules:You have to be 18, and you have to wear a helmet. I know you might be saying "18?, why didn't you tell him 65?" I just figure if the desire is still around when he turns 18, I won't be able to stop him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516158859555699474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TI1VQcRw-xI/AAAAAAAAARI/gSeiJP6ccVU/s200/100_6303.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516158865389829842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TI1VQyAuvtI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sqj90f65OQg/s200/100_6250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 My boys love their red-heads. These happen to be sisters and two of the sweetest girls we know. I really hope they continue this love affair since I didn't get a red-headed child. I might actually get my wish in grandchildren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516160697220886626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TI1W7aHScGI/AAAAAAAAARY/Vo0bpSlTLOU/s200/Copy+of+wilsonsparty+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516160706642847170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TI1W79NqJcI/AAAAAAAAARg/Gv-xFsxnuYQ/s200/aug+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 My boys are growing up way too fast. Wilson turned 3 this summer, and Russell has started Kindergarten. I just want to push pause for a few years and keep them at this sweet age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516161495312181938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TI1Xp3PFKrI/AAAAAAAAARo/eEsmQT9qKy4/s200/July2010+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;#1 Taken this summer at the lake, this picture emits the feelings of football. All of the kids are waiting on their daddies to get back so they can have fun. Now that football season is in full swing, I am constantly hearing, "When will daddy be home?" Justin puts in such long hours, and I know he wishes he could be at home. We all feel the same way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-981311024539769868?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/981311024539769868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=981311024539769868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/981311024539769868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/981311024539769868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2010/09/top-ten-pics-from-summer.html' title='Top Ten Pics from 2010'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/TI1SQqmhgJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fAgSjt1yUrQ/s72-c/100_6393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-8438089154260414035</id><published>2010-09-09T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:14:37.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to all my PEEPS!</title><content type='html'>I am going to stick with the whole "top ten" idea for this post also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this list on Yahoo, and I have to say, IT ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 things Your Child's Teacher Won't Tell You (but really wants to):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 I am not a marriage counselor. When you are at parent-teacher conferences, let's stick to your child's progress, not how your husband won't help you around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 Kids used to go out and play after school and resolve problems on their own. Now, with computers and TV, they lack the skills to communicate. They don't know how to get past hurt feelings without telling the teacher and having her fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Your child may be the center of your universe, but I have to share mine with 28 others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Guys who dribble a ball for a couple of hours a game &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; make up to $20 million a year. We educate future leaders and make about $51,000 a year (or less in my case).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 We take on the role of mother, father, psychologist, friend, and adviser every day. Plus, we are watching for learning disabilities, issues at home, peer pressure, drug abuse, and bullying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Please, no more mugs, frames, or stuffed animals (or lotion). A gift card to Starbucks or Staples would be more than enough. A handwritten thank-you note: EVEN BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 When I hear a child belch/fart, I remember that a student's manners are a reflection of his/her parents'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 The truth is simple: your child will lie to get out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Parents give their kids the pricey gadgets and labels, but what kids really crave is for you to talk to them. They want to know you are interested in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 There are days that I want to quit, but then that one smile or hug from that one kid, changes it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew I was supposed to work with kids. I thought I wanted to be a child psychologist, but I quickly realized that I needed to be more hands-on. I have never doubted my choice to become a teacher. I love every day, even the hard ones. I know that one day one of my students will look back on me and think, "My teacher cared." And to me , that is the real lesson I teach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-8438089154260414035?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/8438089154260414035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=8438089154260414035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/8438089154260414035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/8438089154260414035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2010/09/shout-out-to-all-my-peeps.html' title='Shout out to all my PEEPS!'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-5709315981053412828</id><published>2010-09-08T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:11:08.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say?</title><content type='html'>I know that it has been another year since I posted. I really wanted to keep up with the whole "blog world", but I just can't seem to do it. I don't feel guilty. Not keeping up with the blog just means that I am WAY TOO BUSY with other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I will just post a "Top Ten" list for my new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Ten Things My Boys Have Taught Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 &lt;/strong&gt;Never (and I mean EVER) have nice stuff. Not a good vase, nice pictures on the walls, good clothes, or even nice snacks. They will get broken, ruined, eaten, smashed, or otherwise become unrecognizeable. It just happens. I actually cried the other day because something (now I can't remember what) was broken. It just happens. The best saying I have ever heard is "Boys--noise with dirt on it". SO TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt; Always ask your boys how you look. They will make you feel better. Even on my worst hair day, or a day when I am feeling fat or silly, I ask my sweet little boys, and they say "Mommy you are beautiful!" Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 &lt;/strong&gt;Always trust your mommy instinct. If you think something is wrong, it probably is. If you think they have flushed something valuable, they probably have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4 &lt;/strong&gt;Make them use their manners. There is nothing better than being at a resturaunt, and your child says, "Yes, m'am, I would like mac and cheese." The look on the wait staff's face was great. She just smiled, and smiled, and smiled. And deep down I felt like "Yes, all of those timeouts just paid off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5 &lt;/strong&gt;Try to keep a journal. I am not the best about this, but I really try to write down the funny things they say. Like "Did you know that we have a vampire in our class?" "Really, Russell?" "Yep, she has a whole lot of gold teeth so she must be a vampire." Or "Okay Tootie Pootie" which is said to EVERYONE that is around (wilson) no matter if we are at WalMart or if he is with Grandmother at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6 &lt;/strong&gt;Being out numbered has it advandtages. I can always play the "oh mommy can't tackle/box/hit/jump/whatever because she is a girl. Why don't you wait and ambush Daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7 &lt;/strong&gt;Embrace whatever interests they have at that time. They change favorites so quickly, it will only stay around for a short amount of time. So if they enjoy picking their noses---oh wait--don't indulge that one. If they enjoy super heros, allow them to jump off of the couch. If they enjoy dancing, be sure to grab the video camera. If they like your clothes, well indulge them , but make sure to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8 &lt;/strong&gt;It is never appropriate for your Kindergarten student to sing the Hannah Montana theme song at lunch. Just in case you ever need to put that rule in place, just tell the little ones--it will get you 5 minutes under the tree at recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#9 &lt;/strong&gt;Invest in LOTS of clothes. they get ruined really fast with no real reason. Even the activities that seem "safe and clean" can come out with torn shirts, stained pants, or otherwise RUINED clothes. And that is okay. Just DON'T invest in really expensive clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10 &lt;/strong&gt;Cherish all of the moments. Even the really tough ones, you know the ones where you want to cry but have to be tough. I can't even tell you how quickly the last 5 years have passed. I have a Kindergarten student and another cutie that started "big school" at day care. I have always heard how quickly it passes, but to experience the speed takes my breath away. Snuggle, smell, kiss, squeeze--do whatever it takes to keep that sweet baby smell in the front of your brain. You will need it later (note number 1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. We have decided that 2 is good. I am not saying NEVER, but for now we are happy with two. Our two boys keep us so busy (not to mention football) that I can't imagine throwing another person into the mix. Hope this finds everyone healthy, happy, and full of love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-5709315981053412828?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/5709315981053412828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=5709315981053412828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/5709315981053412828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/5709315981053412828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-can-i-say.html' title='What can I say?'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-7903945114719576068</id><published>2009-11-28T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:44:13.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This year Thanksgiving was held in Tulsa, at the home of Aunt Linda and Uncle Steve. One of Aunt Linda's neighbors was gracious enough to let us stay in their house. It is a second home that they only use when they come to visit their children/grandchildren. It was perfect---only a couple of houses away, had 4 bedrooms, a large playroom, and TONS of toys. The family only had one request, and that was for all of us to make a donation to our local Salvation Army. I think that can be done (I have 5 bags of stuff I have been meaning to take). What a great way to spend the holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thanksgiving can be a double edged sword for those of us in the coaching world. The Rebels have had a great season, and we were in the semi-finals for the state playoffs. This meant that Justin had to stay in Fort Smith during the holiday (only driving over for a few hours of family time on Thursday). I took the boys over on Tuesday evening so we could have lots of time with the family. We arrived without any major issues and found that Aunt Linda had a corn chowder and pizza soup waiting. The kids were so excited to be out of the car and playing with the girls. After dinner we played a rousing game of "Catch Phrase". I think this is my new favorite game. Britni claims the one we played was an older version and better than the new. I just know that it was really fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409165250169349650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SxE3ItO7JhI/AAAAAAAAANY/Y6zqvIHjr3M/s200/100_5816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409166035224745122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SxE32Zyt1KI/AAAAAAAAAOI/UgfgakM9flY/s200/100_5832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409165259339635890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SxE3JPZSnLI/AAAAAAAAANg/NJHpV1ARcP8/s200/100_5818.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wednesday was relaxing and fun. We hung out, the kids played, and one of Megan's childhood friends came over with her two kids. Russell was really happy about having a new guy to hang out with. The kids took full advantage of the clear weather and played in the bouncy house/yard for a long time. We picked up a tasty lunch at Zio's (or as Chester calls it "Z-10") and then down for naps. That evening we were supposed to go to Megan's surprise 30th brithday party, but the location was moved at the last minute, and kids weren't allowed in the new location. Instead, we ate at a neat little place called "Joe Momma". It had specialty pizza and other delectible dishes. I had some of the best bruschetta I have ever tasted. The others had a variety of things from Chicken nachos to hot and spicy pizza to PB&amp;amp;J (on "hard" bread). Uncle Steve took over entertaining Russell. He taught R some new tricks like wet willies, blowing the paper off your straw, and spit balls. I had to pull out my "teacher face" on the last one, but it was all in the name of survival.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409165262024652130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SxE3JZZctWI/AAAAAAAAANo/oC05hNF8vkY/s200/100_5819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409166016635823826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SxE31UixZtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5xFvCuLPsBE/s200/100_5828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409165269127366882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SxE3Jz23iOI/AAAAAAAAANw/vqlN9Ug7wTM/s200/100_5823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409166024358439010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SxE31xT_KGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3Fh0Y_fIeJQ/s200/100_5831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Turkey Day came, and we celebrated at Steve and Linda's house. It was also Grandmother's birthday. We tried to get her to sit and relax, but she insisted on fixing a few of her signature dishes. There were already lots of cooks in the kitchen so I took the role that I know best--teacher. I helped the kids make Thanksgiving place mats. We traced their hands for the turkeys, and they colored them. Then we wrote what they were thankful for on little pieces of paper and glued it to the mat. We covered them with sheet protectors (couldn't find contact paper), and voila--instant place mat. It was pretty cute to hear what the kids were thankful for: Addison:"that I can go shopping", Delaney:"Butterflies and Ladybugs", Russell:"outside", Wilson:"Football", Cayman: "my whole family".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409167585918126354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SxE5Qqk1CRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/qOTNBY_2sQQ/s200/100_5856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409167575269213234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SxE5QC57hDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Eq28LYmy1DU/s200/100_5855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409167567593400498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SxE5PmT36LI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-nToQbP8Ybw/s200/100_5854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409166036993091154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SxE32gYUplI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7ypBYGk0yVM/s200/100_5852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409166041806209538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SxE32yT3AgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Em-V5h0DpzI/s200/100_5853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409167595765681506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SxE5RPQqzWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YflNaKdznYA/s200/100_5862.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Like I mentioned earlier, Justin was able to stop over for a few hours of eating and visiting. Everyone was happy that he made it for lunch, and football, even if he couldn't stay for all of the games. After all of the eating, the guys took the kiddos back to our house for naps and football, while the girls stayed at Aunt Linda's house for naps and Ellen. That evening we drove thru 2 million Christmas lights at one of the area churches. It was pretty amazing, and it really inspired Justin to decorate big this year--JUST KIDDING. It was neat, though, and the kids really seemed to enjoy it. When we drove by the Nativity scene, Wilson saw the camels and said "Yee haw". Yep, I bet that is what the wise men said while riding to see the new born king "Yee Haw"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Unfortunately, Friday brought a closeing to all the festivities. The Archer family flew out kind of early, and the rest of us left right before lunch time. We stopped by the Bass Pro shop so the boys could check out the largest carps I have ever seen. We also saw lots of "stuffed" animals, and I tricked Wilson into thinking I was going to feed him to a bear. It was hilarious (at least it was to me and the older gentleman sitting there watching us). After the quick drive home, naps, and some playtime, we listened to the Rebels pull out another great win. In the last few seconds of the game we scored a touchdown and extra point, putting us in the lead 24-23. For the 3rd time in 4 years we are heading to LR for the State Playoffs. We will be playing Harber--which in my opinion is a good thing since we know them. I am so proud of the Rebel players and coaches. It is such a good feeling to know that all of the hard work of the season is paying off. We will be making the trek to War Memorial stadium on Saturday to watch the game. GO REBS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-7903945114719576068?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/7903945114719576068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=7903945114719576068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7903945114719576068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7903945114719576068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2009/11/turkey-day-2009.html' title='Turkey Day 2009'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SxE3ItO7JhI/AAAAAAAAANY/Y6zqvIHjr3M/s72-c/100_5816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-2868622256283821138</id><published>2009-11-01T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:56:07.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>This year for Halloween Russell decided he wanted a scary costume. When we went to shop for the perfect one he fell in love with the wolf. Of course he did, with all things considered it is a great costume. Wilson, on the other hand, is terrified of the costume (remember he is also terrified of dogs), and cries, screams, and runs everytime Russell puts on the mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399197783170697090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Su3NxxH3R4I/AAAAAAAAALg/ctGlPurDPWQ/s200/100_5733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399197793644218450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Su3NyYI8iFI/AAAAAAAAALo/LsjGoNQNF58/s200/100_5732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year Papa T (Fimple) puts on a seriously awesome Halloween party for the kids (and parents) of all the coaches. This year he didn't disappoint anyone. He had 3 blow ups--1 for the smaller kids, 1 really big castle with slide, and 1 that was two slides side by side. He had TONS of food, the costume contest (for kids and adults), and a special treat for the kids and their dads. Papa T gives out some unbelieveable prizes for the costume contest. He tries to let all of the kids win something, and so he has like 10 different categories. Russell won the "Most Halloween Spirit". He got a Mc Donald's gift card. Unfortunately, Wilson didn't win anything, but he didn't seem to care because that meant he could take his costume off. We didn't get any pics of Justin and I dressed up, but we both walked away with prizes. Justin was dressed as Hanibal Lector (orange prison suit and mask--I drew some tatts on him). He won "Most Halloween spirit". I was dressed as the grandmother from Red Riding Hood (since Russell was a wolf). I got "Cutest Adult outfit. Our prizes were gift cards to Cracker Barrell. In the years past, Papa T had a treasure hunt for prizes also. This year, however, he took a different approach. The kids got to throw whip-cream pies in their daddies' faces for a dollar. Wilson didn't like the idea so much, but Papa T still gave him the dollar. It was really hilarious to watch those daddies get it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399197799515936258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Su3NyuA31gI/AAAAAAAAALw/OVEICf9f8Ms/s200/100_5744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399197800197787906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Su3NywjcEQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/r9uPoLExuko/s200/100_5748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At daycare they dress up like farmers for the fall parties. We don't really have any farmer gear. We decided that plaid shirts and jeans would have to do. The boys looked like some of the nicest dressed farmers I have ever seen. Russell filled up his sticker chart at school and got a new toothbrush. He just wanted to let everyone know that he really does know how to listen, even if he doesn't always practice the ability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399198402478665602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Su3OV0OY74I/AAAAAAAAAMA/__ahlHlotB8/s200/100_5766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399198407385622610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Su3OWGgTKFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/aVq2I7YY4Gc/s200/100_5768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399198418346988850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Su3OWvVsVTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BXrbftUQ6Mk/s200/100_5770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sadler's hosted the coaching families to their house for a weenie roast before Trick or Treating. They got to fill up on Rebel dogs, chips, and S'mores before all the candy. Really I think it was a chance for them to get out some energy, and let the parents have some quiet before the craziness. We walked over to a near-by church for Trunk or treats and then off to the real deal trick or treating. It was so much fun to go as a group with the other coaching kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399198420324613650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Su3OW2tMfhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XC5rFbzNA5c/s200/100_5771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399198428457666114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Su3OXVARBkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Reqr83n60B8/s200/100_5773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399301201000007042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Su4r1ejyBYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xXJHHoVi2Ik/s200/100_5774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399301209376188914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Su4r19w0afI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uv3HA0GcH4k/s200/100_5775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was a really good time! We have more candy then we know what to do with. I am thinking of new things to do with all of it--besides eat it all myself! I hope everyone had a Spooktacular night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-2868622256283821138?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/2868622256283821138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=2868622256283821138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2868622256283821138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2868622256283821138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Su3NxxH3R4I/AAAAAAAAALg/ctGlPurDPWQ/s72-c/100_5733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-5145732524664196068</id><published>2009-10-23T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:54:09.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a coaches wife is not what I thought I would be, and I am most certainly not the traditional one. When am I ever traditional? I love Friday nights, though. I love coming together with my "family" and cheering on a team of boys (and my sweetie) that have worked so hard. I love the excitement of the band (which also provides plenty of entertainment for the kids) and watching the boys play with their friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395970496686329762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SuJWk-F6D6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8ARwx2MG88A/s200/oct1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395970497780892274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SuJWlCK3wnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RLj_iubvv6I/s200/oct2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395970514559417170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SuJWmArLu1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fZmvBppCkV4/s200/oct3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We get there kind of early because it would be too much trouble to come all the way home and back in about an hour. The boys eat their supper (a Happy Meal) picnic style while watching the teams warm up. The big disadvantage is that we are in the end zone with the opposing team kicking field goals. I am sure it is humorous to anyone watching us scatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395970521712118994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SuJWmbUhTNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vnqjwubwFBg/s200/oct4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395971834918344018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SuJXy3ZSFVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Yy377FzO-Ps/s200/oct6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really feel like we have a football family. I think it is really important for all of us to support each other because until you have lived the life of a coaches wife, you have no idea. There are many jobs that can compare, but the uniqueness of coaching is wonderful. I am so grateful for the other girls. I have different relationships with all of them, but each one is vital to me. I look to them for so much, and they have been good football mentors for me. We are bonded with a glue that allows us to undertand and admire another individual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395971838195314802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SuJXzDmksHI/AAAAAAAAALA/1VWc4geUzj8/s200/oct7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids have so much fun during the game. They might play on the track with Wilson's wagon, or they might play in the grass. They all like to imitate the Dixie Bells. Pappa T always delivers the snacks (way more than they could ever finish), and we all try to bring a variety of entertainment. We cheer, we dance, and we might ban people to the concession stand if we think they are bad luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395973048520261154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SuJY5gahviI/AAAAAAAAALY/334ecki6Eak/s200/oct10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395971852301392354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SuJXz4JuWeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/HMdEDdsLcEg/s200/oct9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395971845851223074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SuJXzgH4lCI/AAAAAAAAALI/SlpljrWnAeY/s200/oct8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I listen to the game, I think about those of my "family" that are out there, may it be playing, coaching, or cheering, and I am thankful for everything you add to my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-5145732524664196068?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/5145732524664196068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=5145732524664196068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/5145732524664196068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/5145732524664196068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2009/10/football-friday.html' title='Football Friday'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SuJWk-F6D6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8ARwx2MG88A/s72-c/oct1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-2787536955509174867</id><published>2009-10-14T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:16:42.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh for Pete's sake!</title><content type='html'>I have gotten into the habit of letting Russell "read" me a story before I read the treasured pick of the night. One of our favorites is "Pigeon finds a Hot Dog". If you don't know about the Pigeon books then you need to find out! Last nite's rendition took the gold medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to this point Russell has just mimicked what I said (the key is to do funny voices for each character). Last night, Russell "read" the whole book to me, including voices, and he remembered about 85 percent of the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in the book, the pigeon is fed up with the duckling and shouts, "Oh for Pete's sake!" Russell had gotten all of the other phrases, so I figured this would be no biggie. He reads, " Oh for Pizza Steak!" I laughed so hard! He was so proud of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share a small moment in my funny world. Hope everyone out there is as good, in health and happiness, as I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-2787536955509174867?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/2787536955509174867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=2787536955509174867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2787536955509174867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2787536955509174867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-for-petes-sake.html' title='Oh for Pete&apos;s sake!'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-1054883737455844670</id><published>2009-10-11T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:46:57.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan and Shannon's wedding</title><content type='html'>Over Labor Day weekend, Russell and myself had the pleasure of attending one of the nicest (if not THE NICEST) wedding I have ever seen. I never had any doubts that the wedding would be perfect, but the degree of perfection was unbelieveable. In case you don't know, my wonderful older brother, Ryan, married the sweetest person, Shannon. They are the perfect couple that balances each other in the best ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend was plum full of activities that started as soon as we arrived. We left Fort Smith about 6 am, flew to Dallas (thankfully making a short connection), and then on to Indianapolis. Russell had a great time on the flights, and he really enjoyed the Sky Mall magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391535958852983026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKVY5UtWPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/a5pj0LWUGKY/s200/chi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa Ralph was waiting for us when we arrived, and Russell was very impressed that Grandpa had even thought about a seat for him. We headed to the hotel (the Old Train Station) to check in and maybe chill before all of the festivities began. Ryan had prearranged for Russell and I to sleep in a train car. Little did I know that he meant a for-real train that was now being used for hotel rooms. Russell thought it was the coolest thing. I thought the fact that the room was named the "The Greta Garbo" room was pretty neat too. They had all kinds of plaster statues around the hotel. They were all very realistic looking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391535981303875602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKVaM9ayBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1OZSOK7CzJs/s200/chi3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391535968021109330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKVZbej2lI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KAOZh1dimD8/s200/chi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't have long before Nana and I were to meet the girls for the Bridemaid luncheon/tea party. We dolled up and headed downtown to Tea Cozy. I hadn't ever been to a real tea party, and the nice staff at Tea Cozy gave us the background information on how tea parties were started. It was such a cozy spot to have a girly luncheon. They even had hats for each of us to wear. All of the bridesmaids, moms, aunts, and sisters were able to take a little time, before the rush started, to visit and breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391535982211192578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKVaQVvVwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HHT8jTqwOBQ/s200/chi4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391535991718170930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKVazwYUTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4y5GjlBK5F8/s200/chi5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the girls had their time, the boys went to a resturaunt/arcade. They very graciously took Russell with them. I don't know what they expected, but from all of the stories, Russell was the game master. Ryan made sure that all of the boys pulled the tickets won so that Russell could get some really good prizes. He was able to get a motorcycle and Woopie Cushion. Yes, I said Woopie Cushion. Ryan made sure to ask parent permission before giving it to him, and Russell enjoyed blowing it up and making everyone laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday evening we had the rehearsal and dinner. The church had a wedding Friday night that we were after, and the priest made sure to speak to the bride and groom about the importance of the ceremony the next day. Once inside, the planners were efficient and strict in their delivery of instructions. Russell made sure to shine when it was his time, and he even offered up a few laughs with his comical ways. After the rehersal we headed downtown to the dinner. The spot was ultra chic, and we had the whole upstairs to ourselves. The groomsmen and bridesmaids made the appropraite speeches, and the bride and groom gave out presents. We were treated to a sentimental slide show of both the bride and groom growing up. Russell surprised even me with his exceptional behavior. He had already made good friends with the guys at the arcade, and so he decided he would rather spend his time with them then his mom. It was a late night for Russell (who didn't get a nap that day), and so he crashed in Grandpa and Nana's room while Ryan and I went to hang out with friends at the local Irish pub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536256913255410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKVqPr0K_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/twcgWi4eGPU/s200/chi6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536258257957202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKVqUsasVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/h_tYGUVNTig/s200/chi7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536266177799570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKVqyMp5ZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Zug6Z6P5gu0/s200/chi8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536276782510642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKVrZtA8jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2jHPd80QJN0/s200/chi9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday started out with a nice breakfast in the hotel resturaunt. Russell ate the biggest stack of pancakes I have ever seen. We had to get ready early since the wedding started at 2:30. We made our way over to the "guys" room to find that one of Shannon's family friends had packed lunches for everyone including Russell. She must know kids because she had a Lunchable with everything included just for him. He felt like "one of the guys" since they were all eating to gain their strength *Before we left FSM, Russell saw me with my dress on and asked where I was going to wear it. I told him that I was wearing this dress to the wedding. He replied, "Well, you can wear that, and I will wear my tux, and we can get married." * We rode the party limo over to the church and took more pictures. The photographer was AWESOME. He really took some different style shots that turned out unbelieveable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536285998659810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKVr8CUOOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GvUa8LMBtcI/s200/chi10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536534557114322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKV6Z_RP9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/gjEp9WxbRmQ/s200/chi12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding itself was the most beautiful, most serene, most uplifiting event I have ever attended. It was a Catholic wedding, which includes mass, and so it lasted about an hour. Of course, Russell had the ever important job of "ring security". I also had a job, reader, that I think turned out okay. It was kind of nerve wracking to know that I had to walk in front of everyone just to get to the podium. The church itself was amazing, the priest was insightful and funny (telling stories of football), and the newlyweds were beaming. Willy really helped me out by making deals with Russell about how they were supposed to behave. It also helped that Ryan bribed Russell with $10 if he did a good job. He did perfect. I didn't expect anything different since he is all about being the center of attention, but you just never know with a 4 year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the wedding, the whole wedding party boarded the party limo to tour Indianapolis and take pictures. It was a really neat idea, and I really enjoyed seeing the sites. I had previously packed Russell's backpack full of toys and things to entertain himself, but what do you think he wanted to play with? THE WOOPIE CUSHION. I think he asked every person on that bus to blow it up and sit on it! The photographer took some really interesting shots all over town, and then we headed off to the reception site. It was neat because the reception was in the old Train Station. It had beautiful stained glass windows and was very spacious. They had cocktail hour from 5:30-6:30, and then we were treated to a superb meal of steak and chicken, mashed potatoes, and veggies. The wedding party walked down to Black Eyed Peas "Tonight is gonna be a good night" which totally fit the whole party. A few people stood to give toasts including a very touching toast by Shannon's dad. Then came the dancing! It was a blast. Shannon's parents had thought ahead and had babysitters in a room at the ajoining hotel (our hotel). With no nap for the second day in a row, I decided it was in everyone's best interest if Russell went to the room to play with the other kids. The party lasted until the wee hours of the morning, but I made it to about 11:00. Ryan and I called the HOGS (to show em how it was done), and he did his best beat boxing performance to date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536537630203218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKV6lb83VI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6CQmQgecDmY/s200/chi14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536547239357890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKV7JO87cI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TElB9HZOM-4/s200/chi15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536556796400850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKV7s1h1NI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UlkR_GOyJrc/s200/chi16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536564594448018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKV8J4ulpI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/O2bdbPV-L1U/s200/chi19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning was quiet as to be expected. We were able to see the newlyweds before our flight out, and they complimented Russell on his stellar performance. To say that the weekend was perfect doesn't even begin to explain the experience. It was the most spectacular wedding I have ever had the pleasure of attending. Ryan and Shannon took a wonderful trip to the Greek Isles for 2 weeks and are now home enjoying the abundance of presents they received. I know that God will bless them with a happy union, and I am proud to say that I have a new sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-1054883737455844670?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/1054883737455844670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=1054883737455844670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/1054883737455844670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/1054883737455844670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2009/10/ryan-and-shannons-wedding.html' title='Ryan and Shannon&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/StKVY5UtWPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/a5pj0LWUGKY/s72-c/chi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-4557302684978492052</id><published>2009-10-08T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T06:04:04.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Ss6xW5feI4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NHqxgf_AeAw/s1600-h/bro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390440810957120386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Ss6xW5feI4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NHqxgf_AeAw/s200/bro1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As the boys get older, they are becoming the best of friends. Really, I promise, most of the time they really like each other. I actually caught a few good pictures of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Right now, we are really enjoying the art sibling rivalry. We fight over everything. It could be something as "insignificant" as the Best Buy ad in Sunday's paper. Even better is the fight over who gets which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup in the morning. *Yes, I am still allowing Russell to drink out of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup. I am having a hard time stepping up to a cup without a lid*. Most of the time it is a fight over a coveted Hot Wheel, Spider Man, what TV show we will watch, or the type of fruit snacks to get at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt; Mart. There are those moments that I glance through the fog of time, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;for see&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;roo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tootin&lt;/span&gt;' good fights brewing. The balance usually tips to the side of surprise--just depends on who isn't looking. Russell has good speed for his age, and he also has wisdom on his side. Wilson, on the other hand, has brute strength. I couldn't count on both hands and feet the number of times that Wilson has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; Russell flat out. I think Wilson may end up on the O-line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390440818341412834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Ss6xXVABf-I/AAAAAAAAAII/dlFHX21JMVM/s200/bro2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Russell has really been asking a lot of questions lately. If you have been around him for more than 5 minutes I am sure you got the third degree. He has been saving the really tough questions for me, on the ride home from school/work, when my brain is so worn out I can't think of anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt; to say. For example, "Mommy, why do people go to Heaven." "Well, God wants them to come home with Him." "But mommy, I don't want to go to Heaven and leave you." "Don't worry, you won't for a long time." "But why not mommy, doesn't God want me to visit." "I am sure God would love for you to visit, but He really wants you to stay with me and daddy." "But He is your boss right?" "Yes, Russell, God is everyone's boss." "Who is God's boss" Anyhow, you get the idea! It is exausting, and I usually end up saying the fantastic phrase "I don't know Russell, I just don't know!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390440846594596834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Ss6xY-QG3-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/IhsaekxPFqo/s200/bro4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wilson is really growing--and I don't mean his belly any more. He has really shot up in the past few months. He is starting to loose that famous Budda belly that everyone loved so much. It makes me a little sad to think about him growing into a young man. He usually has the most even temperment (thanks to Justin), and he loves to snuggle. He is so sweet to everyone he meets, and he esp. loves babies. He likes to tickle their feet and will often try to feed them whatever is near. I was hoping his love for babies would somehow transfer to animals so that we could finally get a dog. Not so much. He is terrified of all animals to a certain extent. He likes them as long as he knows that they can't get him, come near him, lick him, sniff him, or run around him. Russell is getting pretty exasperated with the whole situation. I finally had to promise Russell that by the time he turned 8 we would get a pet. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390440830447398450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Ss6xYCGULjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/C0hDX2szIXw/s200/bro3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On another note, we are coming up on the year anniversary of my mom's triple aneurism. She is doing really good. She recovered almost all of her memory, balance, strength, and health. I am just so thankful for all of the prayers during that time, and I know that she still has a purpose here! She looked so good out there dancing with Ryan at the wedding! I am so proud of her progress, and I am so thankful that my dad was able to take care of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hope all of you are doing well.Happy, healthy, and having fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-4557302684978492052?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/4557302684978492052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=4557302684978492052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/4557302684978492052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/4557302684978492052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2009/10/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly Love'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Ss6xW5feI4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NHqxgf_AeAw/s72-c/bro1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-6917354691057735125</id><published>2009-09-28T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:18:13.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football weather</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how quickly the weather is changing. It seems like fall always sneaks up on me, and I can't ever figure out why. I know that when we start school the air is going to get crisp, but it seems like this year things are evolving faster. Maybe it is just that I don't get to spend as much time outside. Maybe it is just that I don't want another year to pass so fast. Maybe it is just that I am so overtaken by everything going on I haven't stopped to observe the differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are really getting into football this year. I knew that Wilson would love seeing all of the players in their uniforms, but I had no idea his dedication to the team. He will "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt;" and "aah" with us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; a good play happens. He loves when the boys "hut" the ball to each other. Everyone told me that it would happen, but my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; boy LOVES FOOTBALL. Russell still loves playing during the games, but Wilson just wants to watch the boys on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tailgated&lt;/span&gt; with some friends for the Arkansas/Georgia game. We had a blast! I can't say enough about the food and fun, and even though our team lost, we were able to smile. I hope the Razorbacks are able to pull out a winning season, and I really hope we are able to attend another game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much else. I hope that everyone is enjoying the fall weather as much as we are. The mosiquitos are still out in Arkanasas, but we don't let them stop us! After all of the rain, we are just glad to be outside. I am really looking forward to fair food/games/fun and lots and lots of Rebel football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-6917354691057735125?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/6917354691057735125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=6917354691057735125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/6917354691057735125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/6917354691057735125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2009/09/football-weather.html' title='Football weather'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-1793681749171946129</id><published>2009-09-21T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:41:56.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Srgqf7ddwvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Eo3cZrrCAf4/s1600-h/wedding5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100082547016434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Srgqf7ddwvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Eo3cZrrCAf4/s200/wedding5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SrgqfDBbLPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/B9ZpOrPf4uE/s1600-h/wedding4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100067397020914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SrgqfDBbLPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/B9ZpOrPf4uE/s200/wedding4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SrgqeokJfOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nSwcDHfkeDU/s1600-h/wedding3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100060294905058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SrgqeokJfOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nSwcDHfkeDU/s200/wedding3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Srgqd_HxE4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/SFN7RHyUyKM/s1600-h/wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100049170011010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Srgqd_HxE4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/SFN7RHyUyKM/s200/wedding2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SrgqdYiCcZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-nGJlz7VNi4/s1600-h/wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100038811218322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SrgqdYiCcZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-nGJlz7VNi4/s200/wedding1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***shy giggling***Well, I don't know what to say except, you know me, I am kinda sparatic, well, we have been busy, lots went on, I can't really explain. . . Who cares the excuse, it has been a busy year and here is a month-by-month explination of the Key's house. I will spare you a full years update by starting January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January&lt;/strong&gt;: Justin's cousin, Britni, married John in Tulsa. Russell was the ring-bearer. This was his first BIG production. He did such a great job. I only know about his steller performance second hand because I chased Wilson all over the church during the wedding Wilson wasn't willing to sit still for any sort of bribe. It was such a great time even if he kept me on my toes. The new couple put on a great party for everyone to enjoy. The kids definitely stole the show for a few dances at the reception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt;: Russell turned 4. His party was at Chuck E. Cheese, otherwise known as the kiddie casino in our house. It was really a great party. Grandmother and Grandaddy-o came down for the weekend, and Mi-Mi came for the special event. Russell had some of his closest friends around to play games. I think he got every kind of super hero toy out there. With Batman, Spiderman, and Ironman protecting the house we have nothing to worry about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;: Busy with school and track. We really enjoyed a mild spring. We stayed home for Spring Break. Not a whole lot to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt;: Nana and Grandpa Ralph came to visit us! We had a wonderful visit, and Rusell and Wilson really enjoyed showing off any new tricks. We took them to a couple of local hotspots--like the park. I always love when my parents visit because I know that they are going to cook it up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter was really fun this year with both boys able to "search" for eggs. Russell was the only one brave enough to try out the hunt at Creekmore Park. I bet half the town showed up to try and find a prize. We dyed some fantastic eggs and just enjoyed the beautiful weather for the rest of the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt;: As most of you know it is really hard for me to keep a secret. Somehow it got out that I was turnig 30. I don't know who told, but I will forgive you just because that is the kind of person I am! No, really, I celebrated my birthday the whole month. I figure 30 days for my 30th year, right?! The celebration started with Justin taking me to Fayetteville for dinner and dancing. I had one of my all time favs--Powerhouse. That place just gets. it. right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During Memorial Day weekend, we all met at Rib Room for a really great time. I had a fantastic time and really appreciate everyone that came out to jam with us! It was such a diverse crowd with friends from forever to friends made recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Southside track team brought home a State title. Justin had the privledge of working with some of these talented athlete, and he was so proud of them. They had a special dinner for the coaches at Shoguns and presented them with their plaques.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June&lt;/strong&gt;: Summer, Summer, Summer! Justin surprised me with a trip to Vegas. He said it was for my birthday, but I opted to say it was for our 5 year anniversary (seeing as I just spent 30 days celebrating me). We had so much fun. It was my first time staying on the "Strip". I can gamble with the best of them, but I really enjoyed seeing all of the neat casinos. My absolute favorite is the Beatles stuff at the Mirage. They have a tribute show, therefore they have tons of Beatles stuff. I loved it! I rode the roller coaster at New York New York while Justin gambled. It was truely awsome to get to the top of the first hill and look out over the whole "Strip". Oh yeah, I also met Bob Guiney at Planet Hollywood. Going into the trip my only goal was to meet someone famous, and he was so nice. Kinda fitting as I l.o.v.e The Bachelorette/ The Bachelor! While we were in town, Allison and some friends threw a baby shower/couples party for some close friends. We had a really good time hanging out and learning Sing Star. I never knew a baby shower could get so competative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also took a trip to Chicago for Justin's parent's anniversary. The Archer family, Grandmother and Grandaddy-o, and the Key clan took to the streets (and cabs) for our family adventure. We had so much fun visiting local sites such as: the hands-on science museum, Navy Pier, Cheesecake Factory, Lincoln Park Zoo, ESPN Zone, Geno's East, and we managed to get in a carriage ride. It was a very busy and fun-filled vacation. I was even able to make a wedding shower for Shannon (and Ryan). It was so great to meet new friends and see a few of the one I already know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt;: Wilson turned 2. We decided against the group party and headed to the lake house for a quiet gathering. Wilson has been obsessed with motorcycles since he could make the sound so it was an easy theme to pick. Grandmother got a motorcycle themed cake, and we got him a Lil Trikes ride that looks like a Harley. Chester's sister, Marie, drove in just for the party. It was really nice of her to attend the festivites and a good time was had by all. The lake house provided a mini-vaca a couple of times this summer. It is really great for the boys because they can fish, boat ride, and get good "man activity" time while I get quiet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started taking inservices at the beginning of the month, and I am glad I did. I had some really great sessions at the Janet Huckabee center and a really informative sessions on Autism. The summer seemed so short, but we were still able to enjoy weekends at the pool and hot afternoons on the slip and slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt;: I can never believe how fast the summer passes. This year was not any different. With everything else going on (back-to-school events, preseason games, and professional developments) the month was jam packed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt;: WHEW, I can breathe a big sigh of relief that you are caught up. We have had a wonderful time cheering on the Rebels so far this season. Justin and I also had the pleasure of going to a Hogs with a few other couples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest news this month is Ryan's wedding in Indianapolis. Russell was the ring "security" again. Russell shined the whole time. It was the best behaved I have ever seen him. He performed perfectly, had a blast on the bus ride around town, and entertained everyone with his funny faces and booty shaking! Ryan and Shannon looked so happy entertaining their friends and family, and I am proud to have a new sister. I wish I could get them down here for a Razorback game or good fall weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to apologize again for falling down on my blogging duties. I failed to mention that I changed schools last year. It was a wonderful move, but it has kept me busy. I was ready to challenge myself professionally. I have always said that my heart was with the forgotten, but I realized that I can still touch kids while enjoying every minute of teaching. I am now teaching Math and Science at Euper Lane. It really allows me to test my creativity with hands on learning. I am super excited to be a Euper Eagle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this finds all of you happy and healthy. I am going to try to post some new pics, but if I can't you can always send me your e-mail for monthly picture updates. Love and hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-1793681749171946129?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/1793681749171946129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=1793681749171946129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/1793681749171946129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/1793681749171946129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-long.html' title='That long?'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/Srgqf7ddwvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Eo3cZrrCAf4/s72-c/wedding5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-17285464870185941</id><published>2008-08-19T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:09:35.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a MD, thank you!</title><content type='html'>I know that some of you are probably what took me so long to blog. Let's just say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; was in a hurry to get us the results. Everyone reassured me that this meant it was good news, but as the mom of the kid in question, I just want a definite answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally heard from the nurse today. She said everything is fine.. . . he just has a big head. Um, really?! I think I told you that!! I am glad that Dr. Johnson wants to err on the side of caution, but it is funny to hear the nurse say, "well he is just going to have to grown into his head". Obviously she doesn't remember Russell and his huge melon. I wondered more than once if he would topple when he started to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believe that moms every where should be awarded our own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MD's&lt;/span&gt;--Mother's Degree. We usually know in our gut what/if something is wrong. I just always felt like everything was going to be okay. I lifted this up for God to handle, and now I thank Him for the peace he gave me. It made the whole thing better than I thought. Thanks again for all of the prayers and positive thoughts! love and hugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-17285464870185941?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/17285464870185941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=17285464870185941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/17285464870185941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/17285464870185941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-md-thank-you.html' title='I have a MD, thank you!'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-6374895135855158613</id><published>2008-08-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:25:10.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some updates</title><content type='html'>Let me go through our day with all of you. If you have ever had the pleasure of meeting Wilson, you know that he loves to eat. His appointment today was scheduled for 10:30 am. He wasn't allowed to have any solids as a precaution if they had to sedate him. He was only allowed clear liquids up to 8:30 am. That means no milk (his favorite). We tried to trick him with Pop-Ice for breakfast, but I don't think he really fell for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the waiting area at the hospital, and Wilson had fallen asleep in the car. He slept on Justin's shoulder/chest for about 30 mins. There were twin girls waiting in the same area (they were 3), and when Wilson woke up they wanted to play with him. We had to wait about an hour and 1/2. I finally went up to the nice lady at the reception area and very carefully explained that I was waiting with a very HUNGRY one year old.  She assured me we would be next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the room for the CT scan I was relieved. I thought he was going to have to be in the "tube". This scan was done with a machine that looked like a donut. We were able to hold his hands while he was wedged into the head brace. They didn't have to sedate him. Wilson was so still. He didn't move at all!! I was so proud of him. The nurses said that they always try to get the scan without sedating the kid, but most of the time the kid will move. Wilson did get a little scared, but he was such a trooper. The scan itself didn't take but about 2 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we finished we drove to Wendy's to pick up lunch. I can say (without ANY guilt) that I fed my sweet, starving little guy french fries the whole ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we just wait for word on Monday. I don't know if it is hopeful thinking or just positive feelings from today, but I really feel confident that the scan will come back good. I want to thank everyone who gave us prayers and positive thoughts today. I love all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-6374895135855158613?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/6374895135855158613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=6374895135855158613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/6374895135855158613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/6374895135855158613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-updates.html' title='Some updates'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-45937139271226026</id><published>2008-08-09T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:15:49.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again, did you miss me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know!! You can put me in time-out later for being such a bad blogger. I have news that you want to hear. I know you want it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson had a wonderful birthday. He had all of his friends (ie the coaches' kids) at his party. We even had a big blowup water slide. It was tons of fun. He loved, no I am sorry DEMOLISHED his chocolate cake. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232594578802788994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SJ3pC8MsyoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ao23dUZstO4/s200/100_4003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grandpa came up for the big day, and it was really great to see Russell and Wilson having fun with him. He had the two big "hits" for presents. The first was a bubble gun that Russell adored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232595491431952482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SJ3p4EAcsGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/licwtwYCdGY/s200/100_3940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other was a chair that has a little table attached. It has three different setting (ABC's, music, and games). Wilson gets so excited every time he see that chair. Now (a couple of weeks later) he has figured out how to stand up in the chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232596012273016818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SJ3qWYSon_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/wJncoWDGU7w/s200/100_4010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All in all the kid had a fantastic birthday. We took him to his one year check up, &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; he is growing like a weed. He is 30 1/2 inches and 27 pounds. He is in 18-24 month clothes (quickly growing out of them). He wears a size 5 shoe and diaper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The upsetting news is that they are concerned about his head growth. As you all know, my babies have BIG heads. I have always just thought that meant they would be geniuses. Unfortunately, the doctor doesn't share my opinion. He head spiked in growth between 6 months and 9 months. WAIT you say, this was his 12 month check up, right. YES--the doc didn't catch it last time. Anywho, let me get back to the explanation before I go on a doctor tirade. As I was saying, his head spiked in those 3 months, and the female doctor thinks it could be an indicator of something. She wouldn't say what it might indicate, but she tried to reassure me by saying that he is otherwise normal. She also pointed out that this is the reason we have check ups every 3 months. She ordered a CT scan to be done next Friday. Wilson will have to be sedated. I think that is the scariest part. I am hoping that since they scheduled it around his nap time (10:30) that they will only have to give a light dose of sedative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please keep us in your prayers. I know in my heart of hearts that it is a good thing that Dr. Johnson caught the mistake this time instead of letting go even longer. I just am so scared of what it all might mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love and miss all of you.&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/2012169235111905820-45937139271226026?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/45937139271226026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=45937139271226026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/45937139271226026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/45937139271226026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-again-did-you-miss-me.html' title='Hello again, did you miss me?'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/SJ3pC8MsyoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ao23dUZstO4/s72-c/100_4003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-1914084607372776067</id><published>2008-04-14T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:57:33.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been TAGGED!</title><content type='html'>Thanks, Mary Kate, for TAGGING me. I hope everyone learns something new about me through this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 years ago: &lt;/em&gt;I was in my first year at college (U of A). I was really not wanting to be there. I was having way too much fun, but I knew my heart didn't belong in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fayetteville&lt;/span&gt;. I was trying to figure out who I was and who I wanted to be. My major was still undecided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things on my to-do list:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Finish Laundry (always on the list)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Do a mini-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Get ready for track practice tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;4.  Be sure to bring Russell's back pack to school&lt;br /&gt;5.  Pray for my students and the Benchmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I would do if I suddenly became a billionaire:&lt;/em&gt; I would pay off our debts and any debts that my family has. I would take my loved ones and close friends on a fantastic trip. I would buy a beach house (or maybe a whole island) so that I can see the beach whenever I please. I would set up the college funds for my children. I would give LOTS to my favorite charities. I guess I would invest some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My bad habits:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Smoking&lt;br /&gt;2.  Not fully listening when someone is talking to me&lt;br /&gt;3.  Talking smack when someone does something silly driving&lt;br /&gt;4.  Not sticking up for myself as much as I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 jobs I have had:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  baby sitter at a fitness club&lt;br /&gt;2. Lifeguard&lt;br /&gt;3. Bank Teller&lt;br /&gt;4. Children's Librarian&lt;br /&gt;5.  Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things people might not know about me:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I always wanted to enter a beauty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pageant&lt;/span&gt; just to see what it is like.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a burning desire to go to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am an avid crossword puzzler and word searcher.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I want to go on a reality TV show (but NOT FEAR FACTOR)&lt;br /&gt;5.  I constantly worry that something is wrong with me (either health wise or other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy a post about myself. I don't really use this to talk about me, but I thought this one would be fun. Thanks again, Mary Kate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-1914084607372776067?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/1914084607372776067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=1914084607372776067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/1914084607372776067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/1914084607372776067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been TAGGED!'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-7664409657856851691</id><published>2008-03-29T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:34:09.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our adventure in the safari (Arkansas style)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-71VZFrZ6I/AAAAAAAAACU/cmDxYSTpB9U/s1600-h/100_3353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183349969010780066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-71VZFrZ6I/AAAAAAAAACU/cmDxYSTpB9U/s200/100_3353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have already seen the pictures of our Safari Adventure over Spring Break. I thought I would tell a few fun facts that many of you don't already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Russell is completely NOT afraid of animals (except for bugs). He kept asking to get out of the car to play with the animals. I think he might be the next Jeff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Corwin&lt;/span&gt;. He was braver than all of the rest of us. It isn't hard to imagine him being braver than me, but he was even braver than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; and Jake. I think he impressed the older boys with his snake handling skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183350291133327282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-71oJFrZ7I/AAAAAAAAACc/nh64i6OuqZ0/s200/100_3421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183350742104893378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-72CZFrZ8I/AAAAAAAAACk/SymZaiXkTxA/s200/100_3429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183351029867702226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-72TJFrZ9I/AAAAAAAAACs/x70c_JVwSo0/s200/100_3445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183354745014413410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-75rZFraGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8y8sEdakVPo/s200/100_3472.JPG" border="0" /&gt; #2 Camels will eat anything and everything you put out there. We tried bread, animal crackers, grapes, bananas, and raisins. I really have to suggest the larger items of food. They pick up food like horses do (with their lips), and unless you want tons of dirty camel slobber on you (I experienced lots of it), then the larger items are the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183351493724170210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-72uJFrZ-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1-fPobiwXY0/s200/100_3479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183351777192011762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-72-pFrZ_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/rBz6_e70cbI/s200/100_3481.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;#3 They have built suitable living quarters for the large cats. I previously heard that the cats were kept in tiny enclosures. I was not really happy about the idea of showing my kids animal abuse. I was really pleased when we saw the new cat area. They have room to run, jump, and climb. They seem to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183352116494428162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-73SZFraAI/AAAAAAAAADE/mSiW3OvhFtY/s200/100_3390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183352425732073490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-73kZFraBI/AAAAAAAAADM/00lJ8kZRm6E/s200/100_3396.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;#4 Go in the spring so you can see baby animals. I am not saying that the other times of the year are less fun, but we really enjoyed seeing the little ones. Not all of the animals had babies, but the ones that did were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183352799394228258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-736JFraCI/AAAAAAAAADU/I8D_AIXWdUQ/s200/100_3359.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183353216006055986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-74SZFraDI/AAAAAAAAADc/TiZyeZgX5Ck/s200/100_3407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183353563898406978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-74mpFraEI/AAAAAAAAADk/uFB6Bg0cZws/s200/100_3420.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5 Drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; twice. We found that the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; we were timid and scared. After our first drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; we went to the petting area. That gave us a chance to see some of the animals up close. We decided to drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; one more time, and the second round was a whole lot more productive. We fed more of the animals, and we (and really I mean me) were more comfortable with the idea of animals sticking their heads in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183354341287487570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-75T5FraFI/AAAAAAAAADs/-ewv6lunf_I/s200/100_3483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all inn all I really enjoyed watching the boys with the animals. It was an adventure that I will not forget. I doubt that Russell will either. I can't wait for Wilson to be old enough to try and one-up his big brother!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-7664409657856851691?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/7664409657856851691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=7664409657856851691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7664409657856851691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7664409657856851691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-adventure-in-safari-arkansas-style.html' title='Our adventure in the safari (Arkansas style)'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-71VZFrZ6I/AAAAAAAAACU/cmDxYSTpB9U/s72-c/100_3353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-3811956588409951984</id><published>2008-03-19T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:34:09.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-FnCZFrZ4I/AAAAAAAAACE/kErlLk0NpAc/s1600-h/100_3351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179534337244882818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-FnCZFrZ4I/AAAAAAAAACE/kErlLk0NpAc/s200/100_3351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-FnCpFrZ5I/AAAAAAAAACM/sC8KPGcQXN4/s1600-h/100_3352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179534341539850130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-FnCpFrZ5I/AAAAAAAAACM/sC8KPGcQXN4/s200/100_3352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-FkgJFrZ3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Yhk6Yg9qAfQ/s1600-h/100_3276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179531549811107698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-FkgJFrZ3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Yhk6Yg9qAfQ/s200/100_3276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-FjRpFrZ2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/294TVEMRXWA/s1600-h/100_3312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179530201191376738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-FjRpFrZ2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/294TVEMRXWA/s200/100_3312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it has been forever since I last posted, but I have been really busy. Let me inform you of everything by each person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Russell: He had his 3 year check up and is growing like a weed. He is 38 lbs and 38 1/2 inches tall. He is talking in complete sentences, although he will still mix up beginning and middle consonants. He is barrell of laughs, and I think he got the entertaining bug from his mom. He loves his little brother and is ready for him to start "playing". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson: At his last checkup he was 21 lbs and 25 inches (I think). He is doing really well even though he just cut three teeth at once. We have been battling the wheezing for too long, but I think it is just allergies. He still has to recieve breathing treatments twice a day. I think that it is something that will continue into childhood, but maybe he will outgrow them later on. He is sitting up on his own and is content to sit for an hour or two if he has toys around him. He is beginning to try to pull his knees up, and I know this means that crawling is not far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin: He is coaching baseball and doing workouts for football. Thankfully, this year he will only have one game during Spring Break. It allowed us to take a wonderful family vaca to Tunica. Sounds like a funny place to take the kids, but we had a blast. Justin is not looking forward to the spring/summer chores, but I know he will be excited to be outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myself: Well, I have been busy with school and two kids. Not a whole lot exciting has happened to me. I enjoyed out zoo trip, and I got in some good outlet mall shopping while in Tunica.I am contemplating transferring schools next year, but I am waiting to see what the options are. I have been trying to keep myself as low stress as possible, and it has worked for the most part. I have added some pics of our trip. I hope you enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-3811956588409951984?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/3811956588409951984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=3811956588409951984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/3811956588409951984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/3811956588409951984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R-FnCZFrZ4I/AAAAAAAAACE/kErlLk0NpAc/s72-c/100_3351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-6780286791456013711</id><published>2008-01-31T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:34:10.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, its cold outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R6JhoGGwtrI/AAAAAAAAABk/prSS4mqINV8/s1600-h/hillary_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161795464381642418" style="CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R6JhoGGwtrI/AAAAAAAAABk/prSS4mqINV8/s200/hillary_6.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R6JhgWGwtqI/AAAAAAAAABc/vtyytYS7pYw/s1600-h/hillary_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161795331237656226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R6JhgWGwtqI/AAAAAAAAABc/vtyytYS7pYw/s200/hillary_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Mr. Winter is finally upon us. It started snowing this afternoon just as we were getting out of school. I am hoping that it will continue through the evening and way into the night. It would be nice to have a 4 day weekend (even if it has to be a messy one). I thought I would re-show some pictures we took this summer because they are cute cold weather pics!&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/2012169235111905820-6780286791456013711?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/6780286791456013711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=6780286791456013711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/6780286791456013711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/6780286791456013711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, its cold outside'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R6JhoGGwtrI/AAAAAAAAABk/prSS4mqINV8/s72-c/hillary_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-7301300504440554298</id><published>2008-01-26T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:31:57.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been too long.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so maybe I underestimated just how much time it takes to raise two kids. I really thought I would be able to keep up with this blogging better than I have. Oh well, no reason to beat myself up. It just means that I have been busy doing other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about those things that I have been busy doing. First, and foremost, Christmas was fantastic. Santa came and left the boys lots of toys. Russell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; his plane, motorcycle, dragon (thanks Nana and Grandpa Ralph), and tons of other goodies. Poor Wilson didn't get a whole lot, but he didn't care. He really just wanted to eat the wrapping paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas we traveled to Grandmother and Grand-daddy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;o's&lt;/span&gt; house. Russell was amazed to learn that he had more presents to open. They really did too much. Russell got a computer, his own digital camera, some clothes, and what-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nots&lt;/span&gt;. Justin and I left the kids there for a couple of days (for the really good spoiling they deserve) and booked it down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tunica&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't win any jackpots, but I had so much fun. It was just enough time. We stayed a few more days at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chateau&lt;/span&gt; Rosewood, and then came on back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;undecorate&lt;/span&gt; the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January started with beautiful weather uncommon of winter. School started back, and baseball began with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vengeance&lt;/span&gt;. Then Wilson got sick. It wasn't anything big--snotty nose and a little cough. We took him to the doctor and they gave him some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. By the next week, he was worse. Took him back to the doctor and he got different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; (including the asthma puffer and tube thingy). Turns out he also had two teeth coming in and a slight ear infection. A week later, still not better. Go back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. office (they know my voice over the phone now). We get our third round of antibiotics and the instructions to give breathing treatments every two hours. Needless to say the last week has been difficult. It seems that Wilson is better. I just hope it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much to be thankful for in this new year. I want to tell everyone that we love you guys and miss you. This spring is going to be packed full of baseball games and playing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;--how could I forget????? When we returned from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Paragould&lt;/span&gt; we started "POTTY PARTY". Russell has whipped the whole potty training. He hasn't had an accident in forever, and doesn't even wet his diaper at night. I wasn't sure at first if he was ready, but he figured out pretty quickly that it was uncool to wet your pants. I felt like I had a personal victory, and I guess in a way it was. One kid out of diapers!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;WWWWAAAAHHHHOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-7301300504440554298?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/7301300504440554298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=7301300504440554298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7301300504440554298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7301300504440554298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been too long.'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-1166012374797742999</id><published>2007-12-17T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:34:10.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Bells--It's Christmas time in the Fort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R2Zp9sI5sWI/AAAAAAAAABU/M2w0wTOHQLc/s1600-h/100_3156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144916132858802530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R2Zp9sI5sWI/AAAAAAAAABU/M2w0wTOHQLc/s320/100_3156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R2ZpuMI5sVI/AAAAAAAAABM/anDoSG-dUT0/s1600-h/100_3144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144915866570830162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R2ZpuMI5sVI/AAAAAAAAABM/anDoSG-dUT0/s320/100_3144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R2Zpe8I5sUI/AAAAAAAAABE/TzzcSsF4nZg/s1600-h/100_3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144915604577825090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R2Zpe8I5sUI/AAAAAAAAABE/TzzcSsF4nZg/s320/100_3136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we were hanging out after bath time last night and thought we would take some Christmas pics. I can't believe how much Wilson looks like Russell (from the stamp 2 years ago). I bet most of you will agree. I am not posting all of the pictures because I have to pick one for Christmas cards. What??? I haven't sent Christmas cards yet? No, and that really shouldn't surprise anyone. I will be doing good to get them out before Christmas, but really, in the grand scheme of things, I think that is okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are just a couple to get your taste buds watering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-1166012374797742999?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/1166012374797742999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=1166012374797742999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/1166012374797742999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/1166012374797742999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/12/silver-bells-its-christmas-time-in-fort.html' title='Silver Bells--It&apos;s Christmas time in the Fort'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/R2Zp9sI5sWI/AAAAAAAAABU/M2w0wTOHQLc/s72-c/100_3156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-4243339864660902345</id><published>2007-10-23T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:17:17.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and sweet</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note because I took Wilson to the doc today to get his well baby checkup and his shots. Well to my surprise Wilson weighed in at 16# 8 oz. HOLY COW--now that is one big 12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weeker&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is measuring in the 95% for all measurements (height, weight, and head). If any of you remember Russell at this age, Wilson will be giving his "big" brother a run for his money before too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Tuesday night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-4243339864660902345?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/4243339864660902345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=4243339864660902345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/4243339864660902345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/4243339864660902345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/10/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and sweet'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-7017187296638672677</id><published>2007-10-21T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:20:57.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while!</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone! I know that it has been a while since I put an update on here, and I thought it was about time. I just completed my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; week of school. We had the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade field trip to Little Rock this past Thursday. It was such a blast to take 56 kids to see the Capitol, the Clinton Library, and to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IMAX&lt;/span&gt; to watch "India: The Land of the Tiger". Our kids are always good when we go out of town. I think it is a little overwhelming for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fimple&lt;/span&gt; Halloween Party at T&amp;amp;L's house in Alma. Justin and I didn't dress up so we weren't able to compete in the contest. Russell was a dragon, and he won Best Overall. His win was primarily based on the fact that he shook his "tail" for the judges.  T&amp;amp;L were able to convince 3 Dixie Bell's to be the contest judges!! All of the girls went crazy over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson was dressed as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tigger&lt;/span&gt;. His outfit was pants with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;footies&lt;/span&gt; and a hooded jacket. Anyone in Arkansas right now knows that it was far too warm to be wearing that. By the end of the party he was in his Halloween t-shirt and his diaper. His thunder thighs were the hit of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is going right along. We have had some pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hefty&lt;/span&gt; blows dealt to us this football season with all of the injuries. Justin and the guys have been putting in some seriously long hours each week. I know that if we had everyone playing each week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt; this season would have been more positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else is healthy and happy out there. I can't believe Wilson will be 12 weeks on Wednesday. We are scheduled for a well baby visit on Tuesday. I am anxious to see how much he has grown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-7017187296638672677?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/7017187296638672677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=7017187296638672677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7017187296638672677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7017187296638672677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while!'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-6658751608633096513</id><published>2007-09-24T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T16:21:01.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back into the grind</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day back, and Wilson's first day at daycare. I didn't even cry when I dropped him off. It was a pretty crazy morning trying to get two kids ready and myself. Thankfully, Justin took Russell so all I had to do was drop Wilson off. My class was really well behaved, and I was pleased to see that Mr. Boyd had followed most of my lesson plans. I am really fortunate to have had such a great long term sub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won our football game Friday night. It was a fantastic birthday present for Justin--who turned 31 on Sunday. He got some pretty great gifts including a leaf blower, new DVD player, an MP3 player, and the new Jerome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bettis&lt;/span&gt; book. We all went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt; for his birthday breakfast, and they came out to sing to him. Justin doesn't often get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;. His face turned many shades of red. It was amusing but also very adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a whole lot of news. Just thought I would let everyone know that we both survived our "first day". We will just see how the second day goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-6658751608633096513?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/6658751608633096513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=6658751608633096513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/6658751608633096513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/6658751608633096513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-into-grind.html' title='back into the grind'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-4175057406272287130</id><published>2007-09-19T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T07:59:09.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown has begun</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, the countdown for me has begun. I go back to school on Monday. I am having mixed feeling about it. I absolutely believe that I am a better mother because I work. I have so much respect for those moms that stay at home, but not only would I go stir crazy,  I also spend more money when I have nothing else to do. I am getting a little sad that someone else will be snuggling with my little man during the day. Those 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders just aren't as squishy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;huggable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a whole lot of interesting updates. We haven't been doing a whole lot this week because I just wanted to chill for the last week I was off. Justin's parents will be coming in on Friday. Justin's birthday is Sunday. He will be turning 31!! It seems really funny to say that he is in his thirties. He keeps telling me that I will be there soon. We also have another home game against Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Buren&lt;/span&gt; on Friday night. Wilson did perfectly at the last game. He slept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the game--only waking once to eat. He didn't even flinch when the band started playing. Depending on the weather we will either all go to the game with Grandmother assisting with the kids in the end zone, or she offered to keep them at home and Chester and myself just go to the game. I am pretty sure that the weather will hold out for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful Wednesday. Keep me in your thoughts this week. I hope my sanity holds out next week.  Love and miss everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-4175057406272287130?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/4175057406272287130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=4175057406272287130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/4175057406272287130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/4175057406272287130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/09/countdown-has-begun.html' title='The countdown has begun'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-7783168048305242892</id><published>2007-09-08T06:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:46:21.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson's first football game</title><content type='html'>We drove to Little Rock yesterday to pick up Shannon. Even though Russell hadn't met her yet he was SUPER hyped up every time we mentioned "Shanna". We also picked up Grandmother. She was flying in from Vegas. Everything went smoothly. We headed to Conway where we would be playing the football game. We decided to stop at Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a because Russell needed to let off some steam. I have eaten so much chicken in the past 4 days that I don't want it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a we left for the game. I had taken the boys to the blue and white game, but this was our official first game of the season. Of course I pick one that is out of town so that I can really test my patience and the new medicine I am on!! We toted Wilson in the stroller/car seat, and Russell sported his monkey leash. We couldn't really sit in the stands because the stroller blocked the walkway. So we stood down beside the stands. It really worked out better because Russell could run around. He ran and played so much that he looked like he had been swimming. We left right after half time because it started sprinkling. We ended up winning 14-13. It was a good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody did great on the ride home. I was afraid that Wilson wouldn't sleep because that was all he had done all day long, but he surprised me!! He slept so well. Today we have been watching football and hanging out. We are planning on grilling out tonight. I think some people might join us, and I am sure there will be fun had by everyone. All in all the visit has been GREAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-7783168048305242892?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/7783168048305242892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=7783168048305242892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7783168048305242892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7783168048305242892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/09/wilsons-first-football-game.html' title='Wilson&apos;s first football game'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-6459435465629737471</id><published>2007-09-03T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:10:24.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion weekend</title><content type='html'>Wilson was such a trooper this weekend. He did a fantastic job on the ride down. It is about 5-51/2 normal driving time. With an infant it is much longer. We stopped in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Russellville&lt;/span&gt;, at Cracker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Barrell&lt;/span&gt;, and I fed him while rocking in the chairs outside. It was a really beautiful day. People stopped on their way in to comment on how cute Wilson is, and they (of course) wanted to know stats. Everyone is amazed when I mention that he was 9 lbs. Little do they know that I bake them big, and 9 lbs is a norm.&lt;br /&gt;We made a couple of other stops but nothing major. When we arrived in El Do, we went straight to House of Wylie to see some of the Washington Middle School friends. It was a great break for Wilson, as he got to stretch out on a love seat they have in the back room. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to fall asleep--he had worn himself out screaming since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fordyce&lt;/span&gt;. It was nice to see some of the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gang&lt;/span&gt;, and there were a few new people that I enjoyed visiting with.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Karla kept Wilson while I went to my "informal" gathering for the reunion. It was so great to see everyone. It is really interesting to see where people are in life. I don't feel that different from 10 years ago, but so much has happened. Many people from our class have children, I think one person even has 4!! I was able to visit with some of the people that I was closest to, and I was also able to connect with people that I wasn't really close to then but have so much in common with now.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we just kind of hung out. Karla, Wilson, and myself went to eat lunch at Bayou Bistro--a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; owned by a sorority sister of mine. I had a fantastic meal of red beans and rice. Then we drove around--just looking at what had changed and what hadn't. We finished our little tour at MM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cohn's&lt;/span&gt;--which was having a great going out of business sale. I found a few things for myself, and I even bought Justin a couple of things. Then Wilson and me drove to Wesson to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Critty&lt;/span&gt;, Robert, and Zoe. She (Zoe) was just as cute as can be. She slept until right before we left. It was a good visit but a little short.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was the "All grown up dinner". Everyone was dressed up. I had already decided that I could stay out very late since I had to get a move on it in the morning (to come back home). It was a shame too. I was having a good time, but it looks like the party really got started after I left. Once again, it was really nice to see everyone. It is kind of funny to see people that were once such a vital part of life for me. It is good to see that everyone appeared to be happy and prosperous.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, well what can I say, it was the drive back. It is such a long trip to make in such a short amount of time. I felt like most of my trip was spent in the car. Wilson did a fantastic job on the ride home. We stopped in Conway (at Target), and I ended up having to wake him to feed him. When we got home he was so glad to get out of his car seat and stretch out.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a really good weekend. I hope everyone else had a safe Labor Day. Back to work for most of you. I have about 3 more weeks of maternity leave. Ryan comes in on Wednesday. We pick Shannon up on Friday. I am really looking forward to the visit with Ryan, and I am REALLY looking forward to meeting Shannon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-6459435465629737471?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/6459435465629737471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=6459435465629737471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/6459435465629737471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/6459435465629737471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/09/reunion-weekend.html' title='Reunion weekend'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-1271464387624657252</id><published>2007-08-29T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T12:41:38.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing leaps and bounds</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Wilson's one month checkup. They weighed and measured him. They also checked to make sure all of his parts are working correctly. I couldn't believe how much he had grown in one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He weighs 11 lbs 12 oz now. That is a growth of almost 3 pounds in one month. It is a growth of exactly two pounds in two weeks. He measured 23 1/2 inches. That is a growth of 2 1/2 inches in one month. The length might be off a little. It is hard to measure a squirmy little guy. His head measured about 16 cm. That is a growth of 1 1/4 cm. Overall he has grown really well. It might be the fact that he is eating 5 oz of formula these days. I thought about bumping him up to 6 oz, but when I tried he only ate 4 oz. Rather than waste formula (otherwise known as liquid gold) I will stick to 5 oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have a couple of quiet days before I leave on Friday. It will be odd to not have guests in the house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unca&lt;/span&gt; Ryan comes on Wednesday. I can't wait to see him!!! It has been WAY TOO LONG since I last saw my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brotha&lt;/span&gt;! Anyhow, it will be a quick visit, but it more about quality than quantity. Hope everyone has a Happy Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-1271464387624657252?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/1271464387624657252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=1271464387624657252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/1271464387624657252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/1271464387624657252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/growing-leaps-and-bounds.html' title='Growing leaps and bounds'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-6079517321764351316</id><published>2007-08-28T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:15:50.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday inside the crazyness</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I do not need any more than 2 children. This doesn't mean that I am ruling out the idea of ever having another baby. This just means that as of right now, I don't want another one. We have had 4 kids--2 two year old, a 1 year old, and a 1 month old in the house for 3 days. Can everyone say &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;CRAZYNESS&lt;/span&gt;!! I don't know how moms of multiples do it!! I couldn't have twins and not be on medication. Russell and Cayman have been saying "mine" "no mine" over and over. This is completely normal for their age but also completely unnerving. Anyhow, on a different note, I have really enjoyed their visit. They have given me a new outlook on family. They have also given me some hope. They have filled my house and my heart with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say I love you to EVERYONE out there. You never know when something might happen to someone you love, and if you haven't told them that you love them, it will be a weight of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;immeasurable&lt;/span&gt; size.  I love you, Dad. I love you,Mom. I just want you guys to know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-6079517321764351316?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/6079517321764351316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=6079517321764351316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/6079517321764351316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/6079517321764351316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/tuesday-inside-crazyness.html' title='Tuesday inside the crazyness'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-8358535240876541207</id><published>2007-08-26T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:34:11.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin is A-coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/RtF4Gb6XmII/AAAAAAAAAAk/Se0OhIBvKRw/s1600-h/100_2593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102991904754604162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/RtF4Gb6XmII/AAAAAAAAAAk/Se0OhIBvKRw/s320/100_2593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the day for Justin's sister, Allison, and her crew to arrive. Russell decided to rest up, and he slept in until 7:30. Wilson also wanted to be rested, and he slept really good last night. I am super excited to watch Cayman and Russell play. It will be extra good now that we are using the dining room for a playroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting really nervous about this upcoming weekend. It is my 10 year high school reunion. There isn't anyone in particular that I am nervous about seeing but just everyone in general. Other than a select few, I really haven't kept up with anyone in these 10 years. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt; has really re-introduced me to a bunch of people that I was close to. It is funny to me that now, during a really tough time, I am reunited with people who know what I am going through. They know because they were there for it in a crucial moment of my growing up. They probably don't realize that it was going on, but many of these people are how I made it over the mountain and into the oasis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that being said, I am going to try to post a pic from Wilson's baptism. I look horrible as I am arching my back. I look like I am 6 months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pregger&lt;/span&gt; still. HOW ANNOYING! Anyhow, I hope you enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-8358535240876541207?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/8358535240876541207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=8358535240876541207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/8358535240876541207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/8358535240876541207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/cousin-is-coming.html' title='Cousin is A-coming'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/RtF4Gb6XmII/AAAAAAAAAAk/Se0OhIBvKRw/s72-c/100_2593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-8225449044182346724</id><published>2007-08-24T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T06:28:06.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures taken</title><content type='html'>Well, we had a busy Thursday. I took the boys to get pictures taken. It was a little hairy to try to deal with both of them by myself, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikabeth&lt;/span&gt; did such a good job of keeping Russell entertained that I just really had to tend to Wilson. I am so amazed at the work she does. I can't express the words that would do her justice. She is a fabulous photographer, but also just an awesome person. It is so great to be around positive people with good spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pics. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mikabeth&lt;/span&gt; put a few on her blog, and she said that I would be able to see the rest next week. I think that many people that read this blog probably got the e-mail I sent out, or you read the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bulletin&lt;/span&gt; I put on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;, but I want to make sure I reach everyone. I think it would be great if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mikabeth&lt;/span&gt; got swamped with business. She deserves the rewards of being good at what she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mikabethedwardsphotography.com/"&gt;www.mikabethedwardsphotography.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on "view in full screen"&lt;br /&gt;click on "my blog" at the right of the screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pics will be in the blog appropriately titled "Russell and Wilson".&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness it is Friday. I am not even working, but I look forward to having Justin home for the weekend. His parents are going to stop by as they head towards Tulsa. Allison, Cayman, and Delaney will be here on Sunday. I can't wait to see them. It will be hectic, but so normal. I love and miss NORMAL sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-8225449044182346724?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/8225449044182346724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=8225449044182346724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/8225449044182346724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/8225449044182346724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/pictures-taken.html' title='Pictures taken'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-3105183077816490548</id><published>2007-08-21T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T06:10:21.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana and Grandpa Ralph's visit</title><content type='html'>We have been very busy since Nana and Grandpa Ralph ("pa" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Raph&lt;/span&gt;) arrived on Saturday. Russell and I went to the Fort Smith Airport (stop laughing it has won awards for the bathrooms).  When Russell saw Pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raph&lt;/span&gt; it was all over with.  We arrived home, and the grandparents met Wilson for the first time. They agree that Wilson looks more like me than Russell ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Wilson's Baptism. Nana, Pa Ralph, and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JoJo&lt;/span&gt;" (Joanna--a friend of mine) attended the special ceremony. Everyone commented on how good Wilson was because he slept the whole time. He did, however, have a serious BLOWOUT of his diaper right at the end of church. I don't think anyone noticed the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the first day of school. I had to go for just a few hours.  My sub is right out of college, and she doesn't have as much confidence in herself as I would like. Wilson decided that the night before the first day of school would be the best time to stay up all night.  Thank goodness I was able to come home and go back to sleep. If you notice, it is about 8 am, and I am at home. It is really nice to not have to go to school. I might actually be able to enjoy my maternity leave finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the schedule today is a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt; or Hobby Lobby to look for a few things. We are also going to run other various errands.  I am going to take advantage of having people here, and I am going to get my hair trimmed. Tomorrow I am going for my dental checkup. It is great to have people here to watch "little man" while I get things taken care of. Nana has been so busy cooking different meals for us. So far we have had steaks (grilled by the masters Justin and Pa Ralph), Lasagna, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Picadillo&lt;/span&gt;. I believe Chicken pot pie, "Donna's Chicken", stuffed peppers, and Pepperoni casserole are on the menu for the rest of the week. Whatever we do not eat, Nana is freezing for us. It is such a huge help when she does this because we can just take it out of the freezer and throw it in the microwave. They have also helped by cleaning and hanging different pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all everything has been great. I will probably have to go back up to school sometime this week.  It is possible that my substitute will be moving to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;. high classroom, which means that I will be getting someone else. This would normally stress me out, but the person I will get is a retired MALE principal. This is the best option I have heard in a long time. I have really been praying for a better solution to this problem, and God has given me the best one possible. We will see if it all pans out. Hope everyone is having a good day. I will post pics of the week later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-3105183077816490548?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/3105183077816490548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=3105183077816490548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/3105183077816490548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/3105183077816490548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/nana-and-grandpa-ralphs-visit.html' title='Nana and Grandpa Ralph&apos;s visit'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-4267967136981295776</id><published>2007-08-15T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:34:11.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/RsOFUHY9NqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dx3vZ0c3BF4/s1600-h/100_2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099065783741134498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/RsOFUHY9NqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dx3vZ0c3BF4/s320/100_2586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/RsOE_XY9NpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rgdR7tYlGdg/s1600-h/100_2581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099065427258848914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/RsOE_XY9NpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rgdR7tYlGdg/s320/100_2581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So here are some new pics of the little guy (and the big boy). Russell loves to help out with Wilson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Wilson chillin' in his bouncy chair. I placed it on top of the washing machine so I could iron. He seems kinda confused!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-4267967136981295776?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/4267967136981295776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=4267967136981295776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/4267967136981295776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/4267967136981295776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-here-are-some-new-pics-of-little-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wbqLt5R_QQs/RsOFUHY9NqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dx3vZ0c3BF4/s72-c/100_2586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-7579493591754046597</id><published>2007-08-14T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:00:13.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, babies, and more babies</title><content type='html'>I want to start this posting with a big CONGRATS to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; Allen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Edmonds&lt;/span&gt;, on her beautiful little girl, Zoe, finally making her grand entrance into the world. It is hard for me to believe that I just had my second, and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; is now a mom. I can remember (very clearly) the year we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brookhill&lt;/span&gt; Camp together, and we got in trouble for bringing our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NKOTB&lt;/span&gt; pictures to post by our bunks. We are now both moms, and it seems really weird. I can't wait to get down to El Do to see that cutie pie. I am sure she will have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair (really don't know how she couldn't), and well, I am sure she is just beautiful! Zoe and Wilson will meet when  we travel to El Do for our 10 year reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Russell moved up to the preschool building at daycare. He is getting to be such a big boy. He is really helpful with Wilson, and you can tell he really loves his brother. He was so excited about going back to school. It is great when they like going to school. It sure makes things a whole lot easier than him pitching a huge fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson is doing great. We have bumped him up to 4 oz of formula, and he seems to be content. He is staying awake longer lately. It is so neat to watch him knowing that he is just soaking everything in. When we went for his 2 week check up he was up to 9 lb 11 oz. That is a whole pound that he has gained since we left the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin has started late nights for football. Since they have meetings during the day, they have to practice in the evenings. It is actually a good idea considering how hot it is lately. School starts on Monday (not for me of course), and I know that things will get really hectic. It will be a true test of my juggling ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana and Grandpa Ralph will be here starting Saturday. We are really excited for their visit. It is always nice when they come to visit. Nana is so good for cooking extra meals to freeze, and Grandpa Ralph will tinker with different projects. Last year when they came to visit (about this same time) we had major sewer problems, and they were such a HUGE help. I am really hoping that things are a whole lot more calm this year. After they leave, Allison, Cayman, Delaney, Grandmother and Granddaddy-o will be coming in. We are really looking forward to seeing all of them. Russell and Cayman were so cute when we went on vacation this year. They really play together (and spend a lot of time saying MINE, no MINE). I hear Delaney is crawling all over the place. After going to El Do for the reunion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Unca&lt;/span&gt; Ryan will be coming in. We haven't seen him in a year and a half so he will be amazed at the changes in Russell. I can't wait to see Russell interact with him. Ryan is always so much fun, and I know that Russell will love him as much (if not more) than I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-7579493591754046597?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/7579493591754046597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=7579493591754046597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7579493591754046597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7579493591754046597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/babies-babies-and-more-babies.html' title='Babies, babies, and more babies'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-7147893105157115318</id><published>2007-08-10T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:10:49.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the real world</title><content type='html'>Well, today was a "work" day in our classrooms. Even though my maternity leave has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; started, I had to go to work. Wilson came with me to the school, and he was an angel. He didn't ever really cry, and he slept most of the day. I got lots done on my room, but it isn't done by any means. I am going to meetings all next week. It seems really silly that I have to go to meetings that I am already excused from.  If I don't attend these meetings though, I won't have enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inservice&lt;/span&gt; hours for the year. As a side note, did you know that teachers in Arkansas have to get TWICE as many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inservice&lt;/span&gt; hours as doctors? Seems funny that we also make less than 1/3 what they make. Okay, so that is my soapbox for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Well we pick up Russell tomorrow. I am really excited to see him. We have talked to him almost every night this week, but I want to see that sweet little face. I can just imagine his excitement when we meet at Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a. I am hoping to score a trip to Target out of the deal also, but I really doubt I can convince them (Russell and Justin) for that. Maybe while Russell is playing on the playground, I can sneak over there with Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, there is a little spot for everyone to comment on these blogs. I realize that some people reading this don't know how to comment. It is really simple, just click the word comment. I don't expect each person to comment each time they read the blog, but it lets me know if anyone is reading it!! So far my girls from my class last year have been in the couple that have left comments. Thanks ladies!! Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. Love and miss everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-7147893105157115318?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/7147893105157115318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=7147893105157115318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7147893105157115318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7147893105157115318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-real-world.html' title='Back to the real world'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-2678906596693320725</id><published>2007-08-07T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T07:20:40.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday morning</title><content type='html'>Well, things are still quiet, but they are moving right along. I am getting quite a bit done with only one little boy around. I plan on finishing my lesson plans this week, and I think that is a very attainable goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a funny for you. The birth announcement in the paper says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Killery&lt;/span&gt; and Justin Key had a baby boy". So if you see me around, please note my name change. I will only answer to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Killery&lt;/span&gt; from now on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; isn't that a hoot. Oh well, what can you do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson has turned over 7 times now. He really doesn't like tummy time and that concerns me a little bit. They stress that you should give an infant tummy time to strengthen the muscles in their necks and to help them get stronger to learn how to flip over. Okay, well, we obviously don't need any more strength to flip over. I am interested to see what the doctor says about all of this. By the way, we did get it on film. We are trying figure out how to upload a video from our digital camera to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;. If anyone has information on this, please let me know. I was thinking Wilson could be a star on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have talked to Russell each evening. He seems to be doing great with Grandmother and Granddaddy-o. They have gone to various places, and they say he is behaving well. One afternoon when we were still at the hospital, Granddaddy-o found a show on Disney called "The Adventures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sharkboy&lt;/span&gt; and Lava girl". Russell has become obsessed with the movie. We found the full length DVD at Hastings. He watches it everyday. It is the lifesaver we were looking for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying the dog days of summer. It is getting unbearably hot here. Even though it hasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; hit the 100's, yet, it has gotten mighty close. Justin and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rebs&lt;/span&gt; are out there practicing in the heat. Thankfully Jeff doesn't do the "two-a-days" any longer. I think it would be too much for those boys. Have a wonderful Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-2678906596693320725?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/2678906596693320725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=2678906596693320725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2678906596693320725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2678906596693320725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/tuesday-morning.html' title='Tuesday morning'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-3574935805878025196</id><published>2007-08-04T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T06:05:57.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet around the house</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Grandmother and Granddaddy-o left to go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paragould&lt;/span&gt;, and they took Russell the "monster" with them. Now, Nana don't get mad. He has been living up to his loving nickname by growling and saying "I uh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;onsta&lt;/span&gt;" which translates to "I am a monster".  Anyhow, I blame it on hormones, but I did get a little weepy watching them go. Russell didn't have any issues with leaving and gave me a hug and said "bye mom". Then he hopped in the truck and promptly requested "Shark boy" I am sure. I decided the best thing to do was keep myself busy. I had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; to take Wilson by the doc's office at 1:30 so I made a list of things I needed to accomplish this up coming week. I tackled packing my maternity clothes first. It was with sweet satisfaction that I packed them away. It isn't that I didn't enjoy being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pregger&lt;/span&gt;, I just enjoy the end result a whole lot more!!! Wilson and I made the trek up to Trusty Elementary. I needed to get somethings to be able to finish my lesson plans. Of course we didn't get any work done because everyone wanted to visit. I could have guessed it was going to go like that! Everyone agrees that Wilson favors me (which I don't really see. I think he looks like Russell;therefore he looks like Justin). He slept the whole time the ladies were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oooohing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aaahing&lt;/span&gt; over him. We went to the doc--everything turned out fine. When we finally got home, Wilson and I ate lunch. I was hoping he would take a nap (seeing as I was BEAT), but he didn't really want to. We rested on Mommy's bed instead.&lt;br /&gt;It is really odd, espically this morning, that Russell isn't here. You don't realize how much a little person fills your house and your life until they are gone. He is such an entertainer, and he fills the room with his presence. He is also a really big help to me. He will get little things for me if I ask just right. I know that he needs his special time with G-mother and Dad-o, but I already miss him. I guess that just goes to show how much a mother can love. It is really nice to get so much bonding time with Wilson. He is staying awake more in the past few days. It is cool to see him staring at things and knowing how much he is taking into his brain to process.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a nice and relaxing weekend. It has suddenly gotten HOT here. The beginning of the summer was cool because of the monsoon season we had. Now, well, let's just say that I thank God everyday that I am not pregnant in this heat. Talk about uncomfortable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-3574935805878025196?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/3574935805878025196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=3574935805878025196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/3574935805878025196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/3574935805878025196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/quiet-around-house.html' title='Quiet around the house'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-820329065241511286</id><published>2007-08-01T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:53:34.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strongest baby in the WORLD</title><content type='html'>Okay I know it sounds completely unbelieveable and fabricated, and to tell the truth I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes. I would have even seriously doubted my state of mind if Grandmother had not been sitting right there when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to let Wilson have some tummy time for the first time. He wasn't really excited about this, but I thought it would be a good way to exercise those neck muscles. He was lifting his head a little and was digging in with his knees. None of this really surprised me because Russell also had strong neck muscles and the desire to lift off the floor. The kicker to the situation was that HE FLIPPED OVER!!! He lifted himself up enough to FLIP ONTO HIS BACK! I know, it was probably a one time thing, but still you have to admit it is pretty amazing. I won't  be calling the Guiness book of records YET, but if he does it again next time on his tummy, I will be alerting someone! Just thought I would brag a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-820329065241511286?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/820329065241511286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=820329065241511286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/820329065241511286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/820329065241511286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/strongest-baby-in-world.html' title='Strongest baby in the WORLD'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-2086061223779673316</id><published>2007-08-01T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T07:43:48.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good sleep</title><content type='html'>Well, for only a week old, Wilson is a considerate little guy. I know that I would be "dreaming" if I thought that he was on a schedule already, but he is pretty consistant. He eats every 3 hours (at most 3 1/2 hours). He has been sleeping in between feedings pretty well. I try to keep him awake at least a couple of times during the day so that he will sleep at night. For the past two nights he has gotten up for his midnight feeding and slept till his 3 am feeding. Then he wakes to eat, and he will stay awake about 30 minutes. Then it is back to bed till about 6:30 or 7.  Justin is doing the midnight feeding while I get some sleep. The 3 am feeding is mine so that Coach can get some rest. My only complaint (and really it isn't complaining) is that I have already caught up on my infomercials. There are some really interesting products out there!!&lt;br /&gt;Wilson enjoys his swing. This is good news seeing as Russell HATED it! It provides us one more outlet for Wilson while we give big brother the attention he craves (and really deserves). Joanna (a good friend) gave Russell all of Kaden's old trains. They have been a good distraction for Russell. Anyhow, just thought I would update everyone on the exciting happenings in the Key household. Grandmother and Granddaddy-o are going to be taking Russell back with them on Friday. He is going to have so much fun, and I am sure he will come back rotten. jk!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-2086061223779673316?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/2086061223779673316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=2086061223779673316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2086061223779673316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2086061223779673316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-sleep.html' title='Good sleep'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-2932218608791294657</id><published>2007-07-29T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T14:39:09.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You would never think. . .</title><content type='html'>God amazes me everyday in lots of different ways. He blesses me with a loving husband, who understands even the slightest look on my face, and can predict my behavior or reaction before I even have one. He blessed me with a wonderful son, Russell, who makes me laugh everyday, and who has the biggest heart a two year old can have. Now He has blessed me again with a little boy who will fill my world with love and laughter. You would never think that one person could have so many things to be thankful for. It is almost like my heart will burst with so much love and happiness. I know it sounds cheesy,  but I just never imagined that I could feel this way over such a little person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell seems to be adjusting "normally". He is having a hard time understanding why mommy can't play like normal, but he really likes being my "big boy helper". He is acting out a little--like wanting to be held more and wanting more attention, but he isn't being mean or hateful towards Wilson. I am so proud of Russell for being able to love his little brother. As a mother it is one of my biggest fears that Russell wouldn't be able to adjust, or that he would be so unhappy, but so far so good. We (Justin and I) had a discussion last night that we need to set aside special Mommy and Daddy time with just Russell so he understands that he is still just as special as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are great here. I am feel pretty good. I didn't realize that my decision to bottle feed would be this painful. The doctor tells me it should only last a week. I hope she is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-2932218608791294657?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/2932218608791294657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=2932218608791294657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2932218608791294657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2932218608791294657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-would-never-think.html' title='You would never think. . .'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-3654056767439926486</id><published>2007-07-28T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:05:03.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He has arrived</title><content type='html'>Just a quick message to let everyone know that Wilson has arrived, and he is healthy and happy. We went in Wednesday July 25th for the c-section, and he was born at 7:54 am. He weighed in at 9 lbs even and measured 21 inches long. He has a head full of dark hair (which "explains" the horrible heart burn I was having).  We got home today and are trying to take it easy.  Thanks for all of the prayers and well wishes. I am going to add a pic. and will update with all of the exciting news at a later date. I am in some serious need of pain meds and some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-3654056767439926486?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/3654056767439926486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=3654056767439926486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/3654056767439926486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/3654056767439926486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/07/he-has-arrived.html' title='He has arrived'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-2801996785121884024</id><published>2007-07-24T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:30:46.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting to get REALLY nervous</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I go to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt; done in about an hour. I didn't sleep well last night thinking and rethinking and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;replanning&lt;/span&gt; everything I could imagine. I am so excited to see Wilson and find out if he looks like Russell. I bet they will have the same nose. I will be out of commission for about 4 or 5 days, but I promise to update as soon as I can sit up and type. Say a little prayer for all of us tomorrow at about noon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-2801996785121884024?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/2801996785121884024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=2801996785121884024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2801996785121884024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/2801996785121884024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/07/starting-to-get-really-nervous.html' title='Starting to get REALLY nervous'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-7765522702947489278</id><published>2007-07-23T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:45:42.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only ONE more day</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today was "Mommy and Me" day for Russell and myself. We had a great day (it isn't over yet). We went up to my school for just a little bit, to drop off some supplies that have been taking up serious room in the van, and he found my stash of candy. He (being that he gets to do ANYTHING today) had a sucker at 9:30 am. If you know me that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; unheard of. Next we went off to my favorite place on earth (do you hear the sarcasm), CHUCK E. CHEESE. Thankfully, Russell was not interested in eating the pizza. We (and really I mean him) played games for 2 hours.  It was so much fun. He really didn't want to leave, but I baited him with french fries.  Next, it was off to Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a. I decided against going in because it was high noon. The playground in that place is a panic attack waiting to happen. Anyhow, we drove &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; and ate at home. Of course since it is RUSSELL'S DAY he was allowed to watch any show while he ate. BLUES CLUES ,BLUES CLUES was all I heard.  Needless to say, after Blue was done, we had nap time.  Yes, I did sleep also. Not quite as long as him, he is actually still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Grandmother and Grand-daddy-o will be here. I go in for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloodwork&lt;/span&gt;. I am getting a little nervous. Not really for the c-section, although it is major surgery. I am more nervous about Russell and his reaction to the baby. He is going to have a crash course in sharing everything  including "My mommy", "My daddy", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mudder&lt;/span&gt;", and "Dad-o" right off the bat.  I am a little worried how he will react to me not being able to really play for a while. I am worried about how he will react to this little being screaming and crying and taking up so much of my time.  I guess a lot of moms have felt this same way. I know it will work itself out, but it is starting to consume my thoughts in these last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday will be here before I know it. I am really excited to see this little guy. He is so loved already. It always amazes me how many people come out when a baby is born. I have tried to spread the word that Wednesday night is family only.  I hope that doesn't sound rude. It is just that I will look horrible and probably not feel all that good either. Not to mention we will need that adjustment period I was talking about.  I totally don't mind if everyone wants to join us on Thursday.  Just to remind everyone, I will be in the hospital for 4 days--yes 4 days---so feel free to visit as much and as often as you would like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-7765522702947489278?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/7765522702947489278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=7765522702947489278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7765522702947489278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/7765522702947489278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/07/only-one-more-day.html' title='Only ONE more day'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012169235111905820.post-8676185642315750490</id><published>2007-07-21T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:29:40.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing out something new</title><content type='html'>Just thought I would test this out before I start the serious posting. I am hoping this will be a place that I can keep everyone updated on our little family. I titled the blog Wilson James only because I am sure he will consume most of the news. Anyhow, this is going to be interesting to say the least. Hopefully it will be better than the "journal" I started for him and haven't written in since February.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012169235111905820-8676185642315750490?l=wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/feeds/8676185642315750490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012169235111905820&amp;postID=8676185642315750490' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/8676185642315750490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012169235111905820/posts/default/8676185642315750490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonjameskey.blogspot.com/2007/07/testing-out-something-new.html' title='Testing out something new'/><author><name>hillarykey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807715661422414314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
