tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55687272741892474242024-02-20T09:47:00.067-05:00Williams Family BlogScott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-83894900557332383002010-07-03T22:24:00.004-04:002010-07-03T23:06:30.817-04:00My Latest Mtn Bike Adventure<div><div>I took the afternoon off work on Friday to go ride my mountain bike at the local state park, because, for probably the only time the rest of this summer, the temps were below 80 degrees and the humidity was low so I HAD to take advantage of it. This was my first time back on the mountain bike on actual off-road trails since my weekend trip to Pisgah Nat'l Forest in North Carolina about a year and a half ago where, on about mile 38 of approximately 40 total miles we rode that weekend, I caught a tree with my right shoulder going way faster than I should have on a trail I was not familiar with. I believe that crash, while it didn't really hurt at the time, contributed to my need to have shoulder surgery in January of this year.</div><div> </div><div>So, here I was. My first time back on the bike, and while I was just riding at the local state park, these are no easy trails so I didn't get much of a warm-up. My trip started at the bottom of the mountain on some moderate trails that eventually led to a paved road for a VERY steep climb to the rest of the trail system at the top of the mountain. When I took the paved road I decided to lock my front suspension to get better power from my pedals to the wheels to make my climb a bit easier. The problem was that I forgot to unlock my suspension when I resumed riding the rocky, rooty, skinny, uneven trails at the top of the mountain. I approached a large rock with a drop-off about a foot high that was perched on a downhill section of the trail. I thought nothing of it because it didn't look too bad and I've ridden it plenty of times with no incident. Unfortunately, because my front suspension was locked the momentem of the bike carried me off the drop off and kept on carrying me straight over the handlebars until I was face first in the dirt with my bike on top of me. If it had happened to someone else I'm sure I would have laughed hysterically because I KNOW it looked funny, but it wasn't funny this time because it happened to me and it HURT! The end result...</div><div> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489878060639990578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcu5yGl6rwaVP_Tma-gBhweZVRzEWpEfUxJt7vxeYWHcW3qNaO6xhXwNdIZRthQnx3UWaoJPI7uWTA9QA4JRrRbU7HyJj8sjPfurbUxCMhACVd4rVM-xN5ljRr04UXGnNK334G82vPBnQ/s320/downsized_0702001400%5B1%5D.jpg" /></div><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489877306264010898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNRN33mJWYCHPEjhz5kDJ4pN4pw8Id83fj4TAVSoY9mpVRwz_nDHT_CkfPKUNUf-3Wexi56jYZGse0CnFsYD8gnr7OSIj2WWJCi5Lk4bg_b8xZseqdyRR4dC_mADvh_miHPDeQXJr_Yfk/s320/IMG_1502.JPG" /></div><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>...a busted up forehead and bike helmet split completely in two (picture looking at inside front of helmet above). The helmet definitely did its job by absorbing most of the impact. If I hadn't been wearing it I would have been in a pretty bad situation, because, as it was, it took about 15 minutes for the dizzyness to wear off. </div><div> </div><div>But, that's part of the allure of the sport...at least for me. Life can be boring (and severly damaging to your general fitness level) when you live 40+ hours per week in a cubicle so I jump at the opportunities to get outside, get some exercise, and add a little excitement to my day whenever they present themselves. Besides, my new scar is a good conversation starter! For example, the family and I were having lunch downtown today when a little boy (about 5-7ish) looked at me in the restaurant and asked, "Hey, what's wrong with your head?". Thanks, kid.</div></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-53222645430313326262010-06-30T18:16:00.004-04:002010-07-01T21:40:03.836-04:00Palmer Walking<p>The broken leg definitely set him back, but at just over 1 year old the boy is finally walking on his own. The two videos below were taken last weekend. Just a few days earlier, Mel and I were sitting in the floor across from each other and he would take one or two steps and then lunge for us knowing that we would catch him. Even more impressive is that last night (only four days after he really started walking on his own) I watched him climb by himself up the slide part of the pastic slide in the kitchen, turn around, and intentionally push himself off to slide back down...no help from anyone. Of course, he lost his balance hit his head and nearly freaked out, but whatever...</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxc_Ic98d8yy5wDV0npxQkj-iJmQlcQ16EsiClsq_0bGcYjV_Aa_Cnp3KQSZX-LK6MDKpmV34yIViu1kkmfMw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p></p><p></p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dysS8rT7UvLQIka53hQ0RIr-rbix3F-98n7-zdkJ44Q82W57pmgmyir7xa5l2rp2M5nWPOJ28nBfVCkWGf-Zw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-89103503083983502442010-05-12T22:38:00.009-04:002010-05-12T23:18:44.412-04:00Trip to Morgantown, WV<div align="center">Okay, so the only reason I'm posting pics to the blog at 11:15pm on a weeknight is b/c Cassie already has pics up from our visit this past weekend. I can't say I'm surprised...she has no life to speak of. :) We had a great time and appreciate Cassie and Justin hosting us for a couple days. </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzqzQ-n0VclgYLPrpCdwQ8b0OgJM4g8Raveo1Qhkl3l4BX5kySZ4IXvZaycLtXDmSKhOWp43CErGVX0AWEOzg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div align="center"><br />Watching Harrison imitate Justin's laugh was one of the highlights of our trip to Morgantown last weekend. Lucky for you, Justin, his impersonation still needs some work.</div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470581729111219106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvCeO66cgZrYnQSuHBYt5KRNkUBZhXXD1YqZjwCTFLBp59USzQ-N8UkJTNGgbOv1G_xYfuMikxpwdsjXsij0Str7Vehm8HIEATm1ZJxZCcrUd3vjvPSWihBDZXlxAN3g0Yt6Wui5PWfKE/s320/Morgantown+Trip.JPG" /></p><div align="center">Lucy enjoying her evening walk.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470582362666235154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEXZJsVBx6Jb-n0roCWcRzj4NiS2aFfiphkipTa0MZoAczlnWuboe8Py3BoyJEi3O3sT-d_lsPO3GtcrhZG4gvGh8fAtMHJqVA9Qxv-NLDqCBQKrABVYLm4n257zHIBVkZFYWIHPgUIyU/s320/Morgantown+Trip+(4).JPG" /> <p align="center">Harrison and Bailey had a great time playing together...especially in the playroom downstairs where they could be as loud as they wanted to be. </p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470583282314494434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6JN3vOfCbsXRW1t5hpRmVfIsIjP3AXfiIcTFJml1WO1K89W37teSZ2XrkPszLt11-wNVaDRg4J2RwiFFNxbxzKRA0Igeu10ENx3ZtbHAJZmT1TZkdJx8QU1ZoixmzbzkRE66fcpQ5DA/s320/Morgantown+Trip+(5).JPG" />On Saturday, we took a little drive through Morgantown to see the sights. As you can see, Bailey was mesmerized!!!</p><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470583981442448946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Uz-g6PyXbTqZjPyyzidvbMflKoYHo4YTnd19cEPQfn_YEaH3X5147HDUd_Ok_0Sad9PuOdR0WZydfjej2V0MnbwUcdjgDxZut0I2h5X442UgoQKeywQcv3Wew4BN4_J9SemCXn5Qrag/s320/Morgantown+Trip+(12).JPG" /><br />I spent some time teaching Palmer the ropes of driving during a break in our trip home on Sunday. He now knows how to turn on the windshield wipers...in fact, he is quite skilled at it.</p><p align="center"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470585050283346338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyphenhyphenesqkBLLNcV9VwAfcOEAY0IsVJSwbcR3h5axSlTZPfJ8HEQcG28fwAOb5S-OldKxexn-Ad0HrqmP6pUkT2xKx0wMOGp9AG5BRHSsKmAKnICuHxCHX-QnghGYehJC5rxuUrIswKta-M8/s320/Morgantown+Trip+(13).JPG" /><br /><div align="center">Bailey chillin in the backseat watching movies on our trip home. She certainly had plenty of time to do so. The night before we left to return home Palmer decided he didn't need to sleep much. The result was that he was asleep before we even got out of Morgantown. He woke up two hours later around lunchtime, but, after that, he slept off and on for the next five-and-a-half hours. We literally did not make a stop from the time we left New River Gorge in WV until we got to Greenville!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">All in all, both the trip to WV and the trip home were quite successful and the kids did wonderfully.<br /></div><p align="center"><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-44294810364790186662010-04-27T20:58:00.003-04:002010-04-27T21:12:01.963-04:00Palmer's First Cast<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE2mrTVGxdmqR-dPXamtYwiVdDmiipWO23KSR1ENgC9yQdOjmgeynyXghD7x7cDZhShWP63qV8Kyw9XLO2xrcrK46gjZkKJIL_PZSzIn2g7_nP6R75iiDHC9MmJoLQWDXhy_KQ-8l-7zk/s1600/Palmer+Cast.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464986795203793026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE2mrTVGxdmqR-dPXamtYwiVdDmiipWO23KSR1ENgC9yQdOjmgeynyXghD7x7cDZhShWP63qV8Kyw9XLO2xrcrK46gjZkKJIL_PZSzIn2g7_nP6R75iiDHC9MmJoLQWDXhy_KQ-8l-7zk/s320/Palmer+Cast.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">We're always excited to show off our childrens' "firsts"...first crawl, first word, first step. Well, how about their first real injury...like a broken tibia and fibula. At only 11 months old Palmer certainly beat me to my first cast. I think I was in middle school before I actually had anything casted. Luckily, P hasn't shown any annoyance at his new friend, it's not slowing him down from crawling all over the place, and he is only scheduled to wear it for three weeks. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We're not positive but we think it happened while he was sliding in Mel's lap down one of those big inflatable slides at "Pump It Up" here in Greenville. The only plausible explanation is that his foot got caught under Mel's leg as they went down the slide, b/c she says he started crying when they got to the bottom of the slide and pretty much didn't stop the rest of the time they were there. This all happened on Saturday morning (4/24). He was in a good bit of pain at times throughout the day on Saturday, but at that time we had no clue what the problem could be. We finally pinpointed to the area around his foot when we came up with our hypothesis about his foot getting caught during the slide. It wasn't bruised or ever swollen all that much so we figured he may have just sprained it. We gave him some infant Motrin which helped and decided to watch him throughout the weekend to see if it would get better.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It did, in fact, get better; although he couldn't support his weight on that leg when he tried to stand up and would topple over onto the floor. So, when that trend continued through Monday Mel set up a doc appointment for the following morning. Dr. Moll referred him to the hospital for x-rays whereupon we learned it was broken. I met them at the hospital (after having been at work for a whole 45 minutes) and a short time later I found myself holding him in the casting room having the kind of father-son bonding moment I didn't think I would be having this early on.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Good news is he should be better soon and that it was a very simple break that will heal up with no impact to his ankle joint. Let's just hope he doesn't manage to wiggle out of the cast during the next few weeks.</div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-38493247689969926772010-04-19T21:53:00.005-04:002010-04-19T23:08:42.803-04:00More Palmer Videos<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzZm1A7ER689NGwwIcrd9DgjYo_EOaOlolyJoEIaYJIsMBNHdrJVYAfiWcqBDcO3tHEfmmFVjs9p6fomUlFxg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw9Nwu0CIKeZCcV6HklWZKDuEh2V2z1F_ZcwnMgrbGLSGhYQxbAST8FcO41Lsxd89yV1RlpSn2Sx2Ir1S-UXQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-63660454793521707292010-04-13T23:04:00.006-04:002010-04-14T22:50:38.666-04:00April Pics (Including Easter)Here are a few pictures from the month of April...yes, the month that is only 14 days old at the time of this post. This post is as big as many of my other posts that cover an entire month!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmSTZLYTn5e3R6K-WdF8KBGL7shzT7znbjRJyPXVYkn0cWuFzaedlPNk0IF5mE8WX9zhBvs0Bim3n9gFlCkpkXkSQ3RIeYlOFIRhr3TJZFLl5-fAtC3wMM9qt6XhEx3Vj2gAREeP_HhkE/s1600/IMG_1086.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460182626676463506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmSTZLYTn5e3R6K-WdF8KBGL7shzT7znbjRJyPXVYkn0cWuFzaedlPNk0IF5mE8WX9zhBvs0Bim3n9gFlCkpkXkSQ3RIeYlOFIRhr3TJZFLl5-fAtC3wMM9qt6XhEx3Vj2gAREeP_HhkE/s320/IMG_1086.JPG" /></a> The daycare was closed on Good Friday so I took off work and kept the kids while Mel worked. We went to the zoo that morning and then met Mel for lunch downtown before heading home for a nap. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJl9PbVZNcWD-nFexz3YCIv0tw_0ghahVb-yWMm2Q8XpKOQBHtJBaTlTA_EHZvoRWkzxB6dPmtF2I0cehxUqNF0RhEuCNHG30ysvEoZzZZ84TGMfVmk_0t5ZL71sWFedHbUCycneVx1M/s1600/IMG_1090.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460182617996636722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJl9PbVZNcWD-nFexz3YCIv0tw_0ghahVb-yWMm2Q8XpKOQBHtJBaTlTA_EHZvoRWkzxB6dPmtF2I0cehxUqNF0RhEuCNHG30ysvEoZzZZ84TGMfVmk_0t5ZL71sWFedHbUCycneVx1M/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" /></a> Bailey definitely enjoyed the animals and Palmer showed interest from time to time, as well.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGVhrD52_xJlvhgB3DlxTcoUSaLZqJMeoYn6wrMumB7HJHl8xrv3Uj0MSvxddHVq8_Bwn1Wc5GQyczJ7gKGJzRjHu8q7DrbDlXR8ZEFmhIHTmC9wYzpLtZ14RIWjabzQXjuJPvGU6gMw/s1600/IMG_1098.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460182607939489218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGVhrD52_xJlvhgB3DlxTcoUSaLZqJMeoYn6wrMumB7HJHl8xrv3Uj0MSvxddHVq8_Bwn1Wc5GQyczJ7gKGJzRjHu8q7DrbDlXR8ZEFmhIHTmC9wYzpLtZ14RIWjabzQXjuJPvGU6gMw/s320/IMG_1098.JPG" /></a> Here we are at the church on Easter morning.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhqctGV63UUEcDgFHMcJG_L0xtT-iTGjf4ZiHxR793HYt78_rhQX5a_p3xDubeeS971fYUDCabAR_HgNHG1XBG89VsP7yk-TnilFn79aHplTleGxvik9ufQMJo5p4-nU9-dEBeuAaJgXk/s1600/IMG_1101.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460182607463653986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhqctGV63UUEcDgFHMcJG_L0xtT-iTGjf4ZiHxR793HYt78_rhQX5a_p3xDubeeS971fYUDCabAR_HgNHG1XBG89VsP7yk-TnilFn79aHplTleGxvik9ufQMJo5p4-nU9-dEBeuAaJgXk/s320/IMG_1101.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR1FwvoyysUz4kdcpEWWzEmIqgjIdmrHZQVpttivZ_gJHfYxn0M-_VzcVR9CeLpVAmiWZoSAWpAguMs_Mm3u959D-vRg5jYZE-eRYYiw6dEYIfnzfO5a8zXzKrs6-gi4q_1XnuAhgU4y0/s1600/IMG_1105.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460182595281878594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR1FwvoyysUz4kdcpEWWzEmIqgjIdmrHZQVpttivZ_gJHfYxn0M-_VzcVR9CeLpVAmiWZoSAWpAguMs_Mm3u959D-vRg5jYZE-eRYYiw6dEYIfnzfO5a8zXzKrs6-gi4q_1XnuAhgU4y0/s320/IMG_1105.JPG" /></a> Bailey and Palmer on the church grounds Easter morning.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCt8Hf9iY4o0B47TbdC_7C6vZQG0_RMGo9iSsj2J0sgyNJ2AMVKxLNs4RP9b37kgzF3mQlB590XSokod7yASNowe-GAoCB0lxO5FNErTh1Nns2k_xC8iEd9feQEfds9QttUPUu2I9fM-0/s1600/IMG_1107.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460181536279313970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCt8Hf9iY4o0B47TbdC_7C6vZQG0_RMGo9iSsj2J0sgyNJ2AMVKxLNs4RP9b37kgzF3mQlB590XSokod7yASNowe-GAoCB0lxO5FNErTh1Nns2k_xC8iEd9feQEfds9QttUPUu2I9fM-0/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" /></a>The kids hanging in front of our church. You know, its not THE most beautiful church I've ever seen but there is definitely something about it that I love. I guess that's a good thing, huh? </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTINDQYXxkU38rODIOLYtwWlmQCE4LZykx-9PdMWdRHT0-_r3KN7I6aEBkye5UTwPT44E6T3wSTlh6tAReQB7MC2-OvJCk027lU72N6-9CfeHinFIci1VVjt2tl22zaXPeoUuzO2C4RtE/s1600/IMG_1114.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460181527476621986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTINDQYXxkU38rODIOLYtwWlmQCE4LZykx-9PdMWdRHT0-_r3KN7I6aEBkye5UTwPT44E6T3wSTlh6tAReQB7MC2-OvJCk027lU72N6-9CfeHinFIci1VVjt2tl22zaXPeoUuzO2C4RtE/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" /></a> Palmer looks thouroughly unimpressed with the flowers Bailey is giving him. At-a-boy!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzwTf9CLrjdhCDzPKxhpb1IhC6ZwXa5CpnIFIm3LzK0qHFGT2d4RwaV8zv7epR2RGLclwm9G2sf0YTRBaJRFJySVjLB1ejOdOTH8L_8-7LNf-puFidIiWBfZDFT2y8Ru5iqc_i8Qz_BKA/s1600/IMG_1117.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460181521662670914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzwTf9CLrjdhCDzPKxhpb1IhC6ZwXa5CpnIFIm3LzK0qHFGT2d4RwaV8zv7epR2RGLclwm9G2sf0YTRBaJRFJySVjLB1ejOdOTH8L_8-7LNf-puFidIiWBfZDFT2y8Ru5iqc_i8Qz_BKA/s320/IMG_1117.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG9fOKbO2MzHcTdYTdC9U-mCtVZMj3-RjOzX7Yg8UQyYXeHPnkPSZSCwjYE373bbrIpubtOuuseQ9oyoIm6YzHk99tSoRsdGihkEx-1t_6Jx4S4KN21NUi8Y_CKxQT0LXOVSvHTUdnoys/s1600/IMG_1119.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460181514321012386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG9fOKbO2MzHcTdYTdC9U-mCtVZMj3-RjOzX7Yg8UQyYXeHPnkPSZSCwjYE373bbrIpubtOuuseQ9oyoIm6YzHk99tSoRsdGihkEx-1t_6Jx4S4KN21NUi8Y_CKxQT0LXOVSvHTUdnoys/s320/IMG_1119.JPG" /></a> Bailey got a pig neck pillow, among other things, in her Easter basket. Mel picked it up for her b/c whenever we travel and Bailey falls asleep her head falls over b/c she is in an upright position. The only problem is that the neck pillow is a little too thick and it makes her look like she is wearing a neck brace. I'm not sure she'll ever actually fall asleep with it around her neck.</div><div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwd7fHzGRkwxsIy-K1y8wgTTcgzl1bT1oDvHpHVFf3UbsFOCUMiK0ogQgFEawPXbwJpbNQp9Qd36ekAN4vr5rPVCEW1GbEiyt3U6SEqRF24xZvlOCvNLEa9XA8bllLWIGH4mBh70c0zA/s1600/IMG_1124.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460181506986903810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwd7fHzGRkwxsIy-K1y8wgTTcgzl1bT1oDvHpHVFf3UbsFOCUMiK0ogQgFEawPXbwJpbNQp9Qd36ekAN4vr5rPVCEW1GbEiyt3U6SEqRF24xZvlOCvNLEa9XA8bllLWIGH4mBh70c0zA/s320/IMG_1124.JPG" /></a> Since my birthday was on Easter I opened a few presents, as well. Palmer loved the tissue paper while Bailey loved helping me open the boxes.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZDm0zUSj8wJlk0H8v7vrhRmzJkIT_0K2qwDf9XnRzG3MSYmC85SOzxBztQwetIRU8fDQppgKidgRnQiLvSR9v8Am0WgjLiGVgiKVv8ZKAKo55l2OcyLcFg3BudsIZRoiStwWfMuidCiw/s1600/IMG_1127.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460180696283505842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZDm0zUSj8wJlk0H8v7vrhRmzJkIT_0K2qwDf9XnRzG3MSYmC85SOzxBztQwetIRU8fDQppgKidgRnQiLvSR9v8Am0WgjLiGVgiKVv8ZKAKo55l2OcyLcFg3BudsIZRoiStwWfMuidCiw/s320/IMG_1127.JPG" /></a> Bailey with her Easter basket and the eggs she and Mel dyed.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22YMOq6o5vGhNhvzMl1jXPg1RIKwXSxYKvu9pXYruJrcYXSVC8hCJD8PunSHbAz-tiEjVliF1M8Uc4InQiK-nGuhoZoIVlTGJ_VdaZi7pDaEHibMzlI7jUGEoY2wrCCtXTwJ2CenItVc/s1600/IMG_1136.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460180685574994754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22YMOq6o5vGhNhvzMl1jXPg1RIKwXSxYKvu9pXYruJrcYXSVC8hCJD8PunSHbAz-tiEjVliF1M8Uc4InQiK-nGuhoZoIVlTGJ_VdaZi7pDaEHibMzlI7jUGEoY2wrCCtXTwJ2CenItVc/s320/IMG_1136.JPG" /></a> We headed to the Greenville Drive game this past Friday night for the Drive's first Friday night game of the season. I know the kids are too backlit to really show up well but I wanted to post this pic anyway. We had great seats...second row off the visitor's dugout on the third base side.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUwo5NUIl0z4E6dINZ-z5MtRjixuV3jZK99H8iMgo-eal7d3-g38l9DhwoljJfP8khJgBIcDr_-pydglmwn2_SmD7qFkv6MG3FcXF-mjl-E6lr6D2CH7Uvtze6r4TAhsRugFTzijfMNI/s1600/IMG_1141.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460180679052036114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUwo5NUIl0z4E6dINZ-z5MtRjixuV3jZK99H8iMgo-eal7d3-g38l9DhwoljJfP8khJgBIcDr_-pydglmwn2_SmD7qFkv6MG3FcXF-mjl-E6lr6D2CH7Uvtze6r4TAhsRugFTzijfMNI/s320/IMG_1141.JPG" /></a> Our stadium has a children's playground in the stadium that we visited a couple times throughout the game. Bailey, of course, was in her element.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihxbSXHR2KdjihCL7q99VTP-F58ZHS5LCx20zfq6-fA4H6Qnq0RlOBIRuDcPOCQqkW6nuSr_X9Hswy4Yg4TYs5lwfF6pGypY44RVqJgJTnB3lz3hw9M7RVwCNuD6cHqydW8S5gDL290HU/s1600/IMG_1142.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460180673301950530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihxbSXHR2KdjihCL7q99VTP-F58ZHS5LCx20zfq6-fA4H6Qnq0RlOBIRuDcPOCQqkW6nuSr_X9Hswy4Yg4TYs5lwfF6pGypY44RVqJgJTnB3lz3hw9M7RVwCNuD6cHqydW8S5gDL290HU/s320/IMG_1142.JPG" /></a> Palmer had a good time in the playground too; although, we kept him away from the actual playground equipment b/c there were some crazy kids running around in there. Poor P wouldn't have survived long.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPR5fNRuDazyzU1zmQcCy_m2isP-yYzi4Qq-yj0GdPFhzESpxN-4DsEjzF-DHhaCyuyW6lWSZ9oPZZadCYmLmv43qpQ4uN4FPQyD0MHNCEVzm2HBmoX50qXmSe2Xw74yKQsEkN9qURjpE/s1600/IMG_1152.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460180667116563634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPR5fNRuDazyzU1zmQcCy_m2isP-yYzi4Qq-yj0GdPFhzESpxN-4DsEjzF-DHhaCyuyW6lWSZ9oPZZadCYmLmv43qpQ4uN4FPQyD0MHNCEVzm2HBmoX50qXmSe2Xw74yKQsEkN9qURjpE/s320/IMG_1152.JPG" /></a> The Sunday following Easter our Sunday school class held our annual Easter egg hunt for the kids. It was supposed to be Palm Sunday but it got rained out. Unfortunately, a number of people were out of town (or watching the final round of The Masters) and didn't make it so the kids in the picture represent maybe one-half of the total number of children that belong to our class!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-xse9MsB2T3lEWEEqpSo2REQSvmpPrw6VYyFrkHT_y4HWP_nO2aJUF9wjH7cjIIRFOCntdYONXKazgVn3Q7vQOusIkIlXXvRPzUK_VY6EyYqpW6j9OY7corbhBFpIzNJgsf-dpIUOgI/s1600/IMG_1156.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460179855328663970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-xse9MsB2T3lEWEEqpSo2REQSvmpPrw6VYyFrkHT_y4HWP_nO2aJUF9wjH7cjIIRFOCntdYONXKazgVn3Q7vQOusIkIlXXvRPzUK_VY6EyYqpW6j9OY7corbhBFpIzNJgsf-dpIUOgI/s320/IMG_1156.JPG" /></a> Bailey finding an Easter egg under a slide in the church's playground.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVuIs-AClYj4iFE1izTWi4SjvntEZEZ9xMaK9Il8j9TADWF_uUfZSZDc8bhektAAsmKeaesU_uiXktzJCcT43D8IE2cj_8SyiuTFFVNEJsrOTOwFenz2bZfSfARWYXS779W719QYofKw/s1600/IMG_1160.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460179853817311074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVuIs-AClYj4iFE1izTWi4SjvntEZEZ9xMaK9Il8j9TADWF_uUfZSZDc8bhektAAsmKeaesU_uiXktzJCcT43D8IE2cj_8SyiuTFFVNEJsrOTOwFenz2bZfSfARWYXS779W719QYofKw/s320/IMG_1160.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi47eQ7sd9i5YLqvYzWJb9bnLTCinfzDYEZQKYR8wApQF_eU_t6WbQnNAGVK91qsx8omtx4U5oWHjMYtYH33XTZVJKaGGHOMwuEpelzRASyFufO62Nb8d6q90hlAyRbNl1iNz3xpDOI29Q/s1600/IMG_1163.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460179380136291218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi47eQ7sd9i5YLqvYzWJb9bnLTCinfzDYEZQKYR8wApQF_eU_t6WbQnNAGVK91qsx8omtx4U5oWHjMYtYH33XTZVJKaGGHOMwuEpelzRASyFufO62Nb8d6q90hlAyRbNl1iNz3xpDOI29Q/s320/IMG_1163.JPG" /></a> Here, Bailey is checking out what's inside one of the eggs she found.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTaTd2em9ltzLmZNS2lzNG9AVj8IMCCbUeKjS8IzWy2flC4qSyYS-zAiIwOvQbhqM46B66zk7k-M0nQx2ZXDlJJUO6yfHbAn7InMxMIbe28alZXbpPu9na94a2wIgKKIoPUzgG1rWDzFM/s1600/IMG_1164.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460179369620835890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTaTd2em9ltzLmZNS2lzNG9AVj8IMCCbUeKjS8IzWy2flC4qSyYS-zAiIwOvQbhqM46B66zk7k-M0nQx2ZXDlJJUO6yfHbAn7InMxMIbe28alZXbpPu9na94a2wIgKKIoPUzgG1rWDzFM/s320/IMG_1164.JPG" /></a> Palmer at the Easter egg hunt.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-12059315940493282952010-04-13T22:24:00.003-04:002010-04-13T22:52:03.739-04:00Palmer Eating and Clapping<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyWBC4343bovvDsyOBM2jO2HzW_PNwJdYgTVVa3rJ-t2hV2dXjJLdOZPAupWqdqtG3hSi2xR8nugsl78TUzfg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Here's a short video of Palmer feeding himself and clapping. He's been doing this now for a couple weeks or so but I'm just now getting some video of it up on the blog. I hope everyone can see the video this time.</p>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-85974569141528378672010-02-25T22:15:00.003-05:002010-02-25T22:23:09.700-05:00Bailey Wuz HereSorry, buddy...get used to it. Actually, Palmer made out better than I did. I fell victim to Bailey and her stickers, as well. What's better (or worse, depending on your perspective) is that all this transpired while we waited for the pizza delivery guy to show up. By the time he finally did I had completely forgotten that my face was covered in stickers and I answered the door with a "what's up", wrote out the check, yelled at the dog for trying to jump up on the guy, and finished with a smooth "take it easy, man". Nice, Clark...real nice! Thanks goes out to Melanie and her friend, Rosemary, for pointing out the obvious to me AFTER I came back inside.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8iHljSN1Qi6cAIJLnquXrVvMLg3DC-26zvFNCGDAEtajEGoLpSB000nvJ5nZ-Fdp8TEkgCRQZSg07Ki66fXQ0cy7YydtlnUqm2nrfSU1r5ZQjUPn_HHKfl0LOjeKOMxyYtQioVMjY6Q/s1600-h/IMG_1049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442386007822939314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8iHljSN1Qi6cAIJLnquXrVvMLg3DC-26zvFNCGDAEtajEGoLpSB000nvJ5nZ-Fdp8TEkgCRQZSg07Ki66fXQ0cy7YydtlnUqm2nrfSU1r5ZQjUPn_HHKfl0LOjeKOMxyYtQioVMjY6Q/s320/IMG_1049.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYJfhnt6OWRcyEL_eUs490AzswR8y81zLJQ0qSrPFMjawqnNvfl6eWO4wzRe6byCgjH-QF0AE2h6XlzUXF455TIJZ8V898r3pz70FuuTLb33fKB937FeIio-0lI_6UlJme2g0iOqn-Iws/s1600-h/IMG_1053.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442386004260908594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYJfhnt6OWRcyEL_eUs490AzswR8y81zLJQ0qSrPFMjawqnNvfl6eWO4wzRe6byCgjH-QF0AE2h6XlzUXF455TIJZ8V898r3pz70FuuTLb33fKB937FeIio-0lI_6UlJme2g0iOqn-Iws/s320/IMG_1053.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-47271420461939895882010-02-25T21:52:00.011-05:002010-02-25T22:14:46.474-05:00Second (and Potentially Last) Snow of 2010So, I've heard the videos from the previous post wouldn't play for most, if not all, people who attempted to view them. I think that's why God graced Greenville with a second snow...so I can post pictures instead of video this time.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXl6xEj6WlevxPnrBeJ1oqXAi0vbP92tKINznBceUrqtGte-1AeC30_KfLLUnkfIVpj8Jc4IOLRd2xVm-ZGVdxJSCq3fDj06teiPUQLqqDt5u6R3C9IoKazvkMZUuhGFBWNlfILmCnXvE/s1600-h/IMG_1026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442383029031387010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXl6xEj6WlevxPnrBeJ1oqXAi0vbP92tKINznBceUrqtGte-1AeC30_KfLLUnkfIVpj8Jc4IOLRd2xVm-ZGVdxJSCq3fDj06teiPUQLqqDt5u6R3C9IoKazvkMZUuhGFBWNlfILmCnXvE/s320/IMG_1026.JPG" /></a>Here we are in our driveway getting ready to do some sledding with Bailey. Poor Palmer was so bundled up I'm not sure he was able to move. </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ13BtolD0PQMPxJoiZ6hfnk9Z7aJB3ix51x0XesCVqZE0SnXdHS3_akMwxkB5h-v7WyR0lNKETXjKGd4PSQJ8_iu8elLjoiD-F7DVXqgfWOelPXcbJyyNz3FryA_5Bal2h8CM7bumbd8/s1600-h/IMG_1028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442383022367414706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ13BtolD0PQMPxJoiZ6hfnk9Z7aJB3ix51x0XesCVqZE0SnXdHS3_akMwxkB5h-v7WyR0lNKETXjKGd4PSQJ8_iu8elLjoiD-F7DVXqgfWOelPXcbJyyNz3FryA_5Bal2h8CM7bumbd8/s320/IMG_1028.JPG" /></a> With the first snow, Pops just happened to be in town. With this snow, Grammy just happened to be in town. In fact, Grammy fought heavy snowfall all the way from Birmingham to Greenville on her way up. We're definitely glad she didn't wait one day later to come.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-BsbuDYLYSLoTp2MB2UGK-qq_XDpSWX4ijVqXDfM8K4vomBbjm75cfI0ABr07ETbtZYP49gbN9-SZhLd3LsmVvJmqhHIaN3103jqBFhxzxFA5hDZtWEzCTl5XlzmzqNNYgrpaRr0dPA0/s1600-h/IMG_1032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442382688140985282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-BsbuDYLYSLoTp2MB2UGK-qq_XDpSWX4ijVqXDfM8K4vomBbjm75cfI0ABr07ETbtZYP49gbN9-SZhLd3LsmVvJmqhHIaN3103jqBFhxzxFA5hDZtWEzCTl5XlzmzqNNYgrpaRr0dPA0/s320/IMG_1032.JPG" /></a> Bailey and Ava enjoyed playing with the snow piled up in the back of Quay's truck.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRBJvf3MtZwOx3UD_9mvj65BeY5gvYOa3j5IoXSNLRGy7DlZNuJilxOgC6e6tKJS0VcLq3NyfSIHGHX5J0Xk3zmJy2EJtdC0RZCve6Hxeg_AzCqQj-3977aem7RJBShqWpb6ZeQsnwV7Y/s1600-h/IMG_1035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442382679839025282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRBJvf3MtZwOx3UD_9mvj65BeY5gvYOa3j5IoXSNLRGy7DlZNuJilxOgC6e6tKJS0VcLq3NyfSIHGHX5J0Xk3zmJy2EJtdC0RZCve6Hxeg_AzCqQj-3977aem7RJBShqWpb6ZeQsnwV7Y/s320/IMG_1035.JPG" /></a> Me and Palmer.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCuyGc57GFkALr832xrOzkwWQqYltdvHu-jQwG_QBCigJcK7aeWX6ljgeAfWgJ7QWGA3pkv90LWiZMTI2ksOYYd8QWbyLqvydgGptN8RSYllTsPPA-2LmhrosB_pBnHVuCDVXrPtIRrXY/s1600-h/IMG_1022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442382122837805858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCuyGc57GFkALr832xrOzkwWQqYltdvHu-jQwG_QBCigJcK7aeWX6ljgeAfWgJ7QWGA3pkv90LWiZMTI2ksOYYd8QWbyLqvydgGptN8RSYllTsPPA-2LmhrosB_pBnHVuCDVXrPtIRrXY/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" /></a> Here's what our house looks like under 4 inches of snow. Cassie, how long has it been since y'all only had 4 inches on the ground?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjEiNz7-BS695RI_0-OWWNuBI8FqPx5vax1Bf1QYF0a4dnj8k4ylz1SrFWZ8RA9G1LMXtN54QM2rWQtkmYlLxn3MhOL5WjHLkfu8xND6ox8kQx-sCc-JrkUdODbf1VaqZFA852f467cTs/s1600-h/IMG_1021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442382112702734098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjEiNz7-BS695RI_0-OWWNuBI8FqPx5vax1Bf1QYF0a4dnj8k4ylz1SrFWZ8RA9G1LMXtN54QM2rWQtkmYlLxn3MhOL5WjHLkfu8xND6ox8kQx-sCc-JrkUdODbf1VaqZFA852f467cTs/s320/IMG_1021.JPG" /></a> Our dogwood in the front yard looked like a giant cotton plant. <div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-30806083199851962092010-02-04T18:06:00.013-05:002010-02-05T21:43:20.288-05:00First (and Potentially Only) Snow of 2010The last weekend in January 2010 we got a little snow and ice. Luckily, we knew it was coming so I went to Dick's Sporting Goods during my lunch break the day before the weather hit and bought an inflatable snow tube for Bailey. Pops happened to be staying with us that weekend and indicated that he had an automatic air pump we could use to inflate the 56" round tube. When we realized his pump wouldn't attach correctly to the tube's nozzle he heroically blew the entire thing up my mouth. Now that was one impressive display of hot air! :) The first day of the snow and ice we mostly spent inside b/c the wind was really cold, but we did get outside for a little while. Check out this footage...<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyxOpYaCEBpbPAdqNzGmRZYp6JER1ZVJRiFFKHhtXXw5b83Rl6ADRBqg3QKABfq4kJreFjeZSQAyplQgs6cHg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />The next day, Quay, Erica, and Ava came up from their house to join in on some more sledding. By this time Pops and left for home and since I'm currently nursing a surgically-repaired shoulder and couldn't very well go chasing Bailey down an ice-covered hill I devised an ingenious plan to tie a rope to one of the handles of the snow tube so I could stand at the top of our yard, push, and simply reel my daughter back in like a fish once the rope caught (all with my good arm, of course). We really only had one mishap when Quay gave the girls a slightly harder push than normal and Bailey shot off the tube into a perfect Pete Rose slide onto the street. Like any good dad I took my time coming to her rescue in favor of getting it all on camera. The drama lasted all of about 2 minutes when I plopped her right back on the tube and sent her down the hill again. After that, it was ancient history. Below, Quay is doing the pushing (and reeling) while Bailey and Ava shout out orders...this is not the footage of Bailey's Pete Rose imitation.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzcZe4ROBbzr1k3g4oW554gyqeYISm9zgRbhLKjy1fPzJjkaO8TAbqa8johhSYsZNBK9wphNEhcT6_rdQBaLQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Even Oscar (Quay's dog) got in on the sledding action...<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzIMxhfifm20VTcSGQZqolzksw2nYBedTvN4USeqM8sqP3peWKQcnWeXMUQsjNT5hCmBwhjapEgrvKTtuDYQQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><p>We finally did get Palmer out for awhile and set him down in the tube for a photo op, but that was about it. Next year, he'll be ready to rock, though.</p><p align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434954538472344834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcOcstfCrfUAjgOZZ37zfzrkmJz7N__DOt0ME4hepT_wVUucYjYmMZPHIeLDMAb9C9dAWhJPjSBSXmlqdfXLlnlZsOfRie78_Lym5L-nxc7wYrDM8s7TZEGs9FV8lqPK8WILOIf9VnnvY/s320/IMG_0945.JPG" /></p><br /><br /><p></p>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-83987448062896143962010-01-23T14:38:00.015-05:002010-01-23T15:26:03.824-05:00November & December 2009In an effort to catch up to the new decade I am posting November and December 2009 pics in the same post. Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOvD65jjFWO0b2ycpIrKp1d-yZucuFltQdmgBCupLy2cHCQZM8GOsM60UB4JQEF-EIKO6L-yAoHhdk89VDX9bETdxCuBROubtuG_4H2_ymp2yo6CSrKNEEYCdH2NNJaSEW2FU14Cpb_cQ/s1600-h/IMG_0735.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430029161962127778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOvD65jjFWO0b2ycpIrKp1d-yZucuFltQdmgBCupLy2cHCQZM8GOsM60UB4JQEF-EIKO6L-yAoHhdk89VDX9bETdxCuBROubtuG_4H2_ymp2yo6CSrKNEEYCdH2NNJaSEW2FU14Cpb_cQ/s320/IMG_0735.JPG" /></a>Bailey hugging on Palmer in the front yard one afternoon.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGXUHvOan61vTjErT6MkfZc2tjOegJPax3ShqOi7jv35PFOUpxmq2nfs4369m-SDMsxY-xSzIangTtNb2D3NdKCPgEq06kwgdhfHDi2FRzXQsaPjJgTXZ1O-T3cE6Mk7TtEDSyDbpw7I/s1600-h/IMG_0740.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430029154019020562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGXUHvOan61vTjErT6MkfZc2tjOegJPax3ShqOi7jv35PFOUpxmq2nfs4369m-SDMsxY-xSzIangTtNb2D3NdKCPgEq06kwgdhfHDi2FRzXQsaPjJgTXZ1O-T3cE6Mk7TtEDSyDbpw7I/s320/IMG_0740.JPG" /></a> Bailey wiping a booger...I mean, kissing Palmer.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfk6GhLgCTXYjtfke7DpdvlQV6S2NNxBU2kyRVPU7RhFWIteFivTOyneewTQ_ZR8vOXOjidprSh22QhMhzqBxQSt1pT8JPdynOfGgO51r9pwL0fPYeKXdoXzUS_G4rRrsdmeLQ0vFXL4/s1600-h/IMG_0756.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430028762625684290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfk6GhLgCTXYjtfke7DpdvlQV6S2NNxBU2kyRVPU7RhFWIteFivTOyneewTQ_ZR8vOXOjidprSh22QhMhzqBxQSt1pT8JPdynOfGgO51r9pwL0fPYeKXdoXzUS_G4rRrsdmeLQ0vFXL4/s320/IMG_0756.JPG" /></a> Bailey helped me rake leaves in the backyard so, naturally, we took a break and played in them afterwards.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKPY_DKZkBN4j_lW-J5xDENTYnwkZWAv48OmlPVotI64TLtNJ8p4RMBAbLR6W6FaB5-BMvNb47PEUKo8quS3AFiNPs-qHr3CHDb3i5wQxm2s5xPQLwLhOQ9k3DmONLSMzwstY06b7vOs/s1600-h/IMG_0763.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430028757565897330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKPY_DKZkBN4j_lW-J5xDENTYnwkZWAv48OmlPVotI64TLtNJ8p4RMBAbLR6W6FaB5-BMvNb47PEUKo8quS3AFiNPs-qHr3CHDb3i5wQxm2s5xPQLwLhOQ9k3DmONLSMzwstY06b7vOs/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" /></a> Bailey and Mel swinging on the rope swing I built earlier in the summer. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJQjtuAraxtg7E_WAsTAXY2jd45rCa9tvxuC_kfApccrzM_u5TZZargR5MSem9Qk8Xo0bO7aHgA2ckHAnwPcb4-oryRMhDTmis-CI9FryBtu88ucaw0-p7XFVzRgn-Rjpbh0ujo5PzDs/s1600-h/IMG_0767.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430028237682774290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJQjtuAraxtg7E_WAsTAXY2jd45rCa9tvxuC_kfApccrzM_u5TZZargR5MSem9Qk8Xo0bO7aHgA2ckHAnwPcb4-oryRMhDTmis-CI9FryBtu88ucaw0-p7XFVzRgn-Rjpbh0ujo5PzDs/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" /></a> Palmer chilling on the deck on a warm November afternoon.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9eOFSDsg3kkoxZky62srkTuFdlBSrPsOYTZ6Fa0YcxY-8Kvs7_62vc7KXNm-rMr0j1_s_hjnHaOypRi7NBkJ6-IYI7lMSnLS-Iz9oi2hIOMEbETwned_Skye2qLMkeQQkh2KnscCo1g/s1600-h/IMG_0806.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430028226537571570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9eOFSDsg3kkoxZky62srkTuFdlBSrPsOYTZ6Fa0YcxY-8Kvs7_62vc7KXNm-rMr0j1_s_hjnHaOypRi7NBkJ6-IYI7lMSnLS-Iz9oi2hIOMEbETwned_Skye2qLMkeQQkh2KnscCo1g/s320/IMG_0806.JPG" /></a> Palmer at Sugar Pops' and Gran's (Mel's parents) house during Thanksgiving.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKpKxyG3AbFpUxFkeL-ojhQt8Lo34UrGEi6B7w5YTgdhP3FoYGLG3wrcMMkE63XcgPGqLhyxOfplyFv0wTe3sXdZuhkzXBMqwjGKKvaQDRX1eSy0RRDIAzhqzS_WaFQnG6aoxl7mypCQ/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430027765613156034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKpKxyG3AbFpUxFkeL-ojhQt8Lo34UrGEi6B7w5YTgdhP3FoYGLG3wrcMMkE63XcgPGqLhyxOfplyFv0wTe3sXdZuhkzXBMqwjGKKvaQDRX1eSy0RRDIAzhqzS_WaFQnG6aoxl7mypCQ/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" /></a> Bailey and Palmer hanging out in the den. Bailey is actually sitting in an old wooden rocking chair that Big Daddy and Grandma (my grandparents) brought during a recent visit. This rocking chair has been in the family since at least I was Bailey's age and I think long before that, as well.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH4xpd_sWn5rrqhBj7iuW2cga5IHBr_tEQcj7emw9038plo2U18C_OH87RRlV90nLxlKhlBRIzki1-GIkfzUpJ8jSpNVDo2T27iahCmYM7U7gbAS5Q6h_9ruV7ArSkdNBbw2KDvYawo4I/s1600-h/Christmas+Card+Pics+2009+(2).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430027757174658514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH4xpd_sWn5rrqhBj7iuW2cga5IHBr_tEQcj7emw9038plo2U18C_OH87RRlV90nLxlKhlBRIzki1-GIkfzUpJ8jSpNVDo2T27iahCmYM7U7gbAS5Q6h_9ruV7ArSkdNBbw2KDvYawo4I/s320/Christmas+Card+Pics+2009+(2).JPG" /></a> This was our Christmas card picture for 2009. It was kind of thrown together at the last minute but turned out pretty well.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-WopOZAsLghPQm1hY8aG8rlMzfeQmC_aSvf1yotnGzWNFiptehtvaPtfZvcGcerKegSJD6iGV0nxyHTQWJUfSF5H8wP8z98WuJj73H5d2sienBO6cFsIo7V4y4XqH7gutRbuB8xEuMU/s1600-h/IMG_0868.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430027179891992722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-WopOZAsLghPQm1hY8aG8rlMzfeQmC_aSvf1yotnGzWNFiptehtvaPtfZvcGcerKegSJD6iGV0nxyHTQWJUfSF5H8wP8z98WuJj73H5d2sienBO6cFsIo7V4y4XqH7gutRbuB8xEuMU/s320/IMG_0868.JPG" /></a> While at Papa's and Grammy's (my parents) house for Christmas we took Bailey and her cousin, Harrison, on a wagon ride.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAOchIIQqEeO-wu0sR97QuxsnDDASb2xkH67emsaUgcWps3eWrWv9p_VYJUfNi6RrFsfSDRcEqqnAgcqY3ktTaBt1D_ADv5pm6LyYgvB5vm5oYz4dLuvDAqWxaTjfvRKrNNcfYY03Tvgk/s1600-h/IMG_0873.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430027177525262274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAOchIIQqEeO-wu0sR97QuxsnDDASb2xkH67emsaUgcWps3eWrWv9p_VYJUfNi6RrFsfSDRcEqqnAgcqY3ktTaBt1D_ADv5pm6LyYgvB5vm5oYz4dLuvDAqWxaTjfvRKrNNcfYY03Tvgk/s320/IMG_0873.JPG" /></a> We made sure to get a four-generation picture of the guys while we were home for Christmas.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMu4Zh5w5goEgGDlF4XEM2MUD0qg3_YmfGtg_cRMT0GbO8B_Z7wlbIo5bKTvdo3Z0j73b3pYtscriANy-Zu33eBAhC4QqFvTiZZtGzKfw6bWzke_WIBXv0X0KajMC3TuGNJQ_iu0crhU/s1600-h/IMG_0877.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430026580686699538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMu4Zh5w5goEgGDlF4XEM2MUD0qg3_YmfGtg_cRMT0GbO8B_Z7wlbIo5bKTvdo3Z0j73b3pYtscriANy-Zu33eBAhC4QqFvTiZZtGzKfw6bWzke_WIBXv0X0KajMC3TuGNJQ_iu0crhU/s320/IMG_0877.JPG" /></a> Bailey and Harrison eating Christmas Eve dinner at Big Daddy's and Grandma's house.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfk4WojS7cdeOY1v3mbvmULy0rvhXG0ZLrDaCy9mfgTE-IW1Gd7x_zKdWY9jo6VXAVW_w92zaKM9VZ8SJ1cBA64mdctp60T0olq9lrEYNNu8GSKJc-0nGdm46ixrY7Qs1C30FVO16kndU/s1600-h/IMG_0878.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430026571324959090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfk4WojS7cdeOY1v3mbvmULy0rvhXG0ZLrDaCy9mfgTE-IW1Gd7x_zKdWY9jo6VXAVW_w92zaKM9VZ8SJ1cBA64mdctp60T0olq9lrEYNNu8GSKJc-0nGdm46ixrY7Qs1C30FVO16kndU/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" /></a> Instead of Christmas Eve dinner, Lucy (Harrison's little sister) decided to eat wooden blocks.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqU2ufzQxdJRVRhDmdRfa_aoknfA1Y8FSNaGLmQwBp9g92pUn3RIH_pSkJ8Yn5TeiTroAnJonsvXMzq3MzFKcLX047BSRAmhTXdB88Y2AG4-gN8GiyCLLIgSr2G-HeBDjX4LON9Qk8Z8/s1600-h/IMG_0880.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430026085125624482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqU2ufzQxdJRVRhDmdRfa_aoknfA1Y8FSNaGLmQwBp9g92pUn3RIH_pSkJ8Yn5TeiTroAnJonsvXMzq3MzFKcLX047BSRAmhTXdB88Y2AG4-gN8GiyCLLIgSr2G-HeBDjX4LON9Qk8Z8/s320/IMG_0880.JPG" /></a> Grammy gave Palmer plenty of squeezes during Christmas. It's a good thing he hadn't just eaten.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_U9dC3H3SrLH8AzGBhksM9pu-Ytl1t07OARScf15Sk_43vnd1GTfgTQRuNah_ivN4N3Gw-BMWPZvk-V2F5OZTWAI-1rbD2RH7GdaKPeucdk8aLI2ounvytUewUHN8ZiPQGLSlr4f0c9A/s1600-h/IMG_0881.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430026080342433282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_U9dC3H3SrLH8AzGBhksM9pu-Ytl1t07OARScf15Sk_43vnd1GTfgTQRuNah_ivN4N3Gw-BMWPZvk-V2F5OZTWAI-1rbD2RH7GdaKPeucdk8aLI2ounvytUewUHN8ZiPQGLSlr4f0c9A/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" /></a> Justin guarding the spread.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIo1HAaizd_srSrM2xd7zv5JdNIBYg6hPZTC5a-xPrfBysz_p-4G_xXnPO-yAwjANydK3VXTuAk4InXLaUDNb4_FmeyDEhJzMF7W6hKtfAt5qqDoWFLiu2kl2J8I6Cg7RfUFTh6o_7x8/s1600-h/IMG_0891.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430025708991739138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIo1HAaizd_srSrM2xd7zv5JdNIBYg6hPZTC5a-xPrfBysz_p-4G_xXnPO-yAwjANydK3VXTuAk4InXLaUDNb4_FmeyDEhJzMF7W6hKtfAt5qqDoWFLiu2kl2J8I6Cg7RfUFTh6o_7x8/s320/IMG_0891.JPG" /></a> Christmas morning at Papa's and Grammy's house.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDRtlvEMB0MJO_JRuyzLxOAMiEej87nus8knmZm-oq2CqhqWuw4bcN7b-VXfp9bdCW6iR2Tui7OocDkLVnBxYIf02QUU71d0Oww-g2zyfv99B_bFzLlvHuzAqOjZfiJR_fZbhf1qtNGc/s1600-h/IMG_0893.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430025703858659826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDRtlvEMB0MJO_JRuyzLxOAMiEej87nus8knmZm-oq2CqhqWuw4bcN7b-VXfp9bdCW6iR2Tui7OocDkLVnBxYIf02QUU71d0Oww-g2zyfv99B_bFzLlvHuzAqOjZfiJR_fZbhf1qtNGc/s320/IMG_0893.JPG" /></a> Cassie and Lucy opening presents.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5Uzdmgu_T5WUIMy-bJi_tAaYgRmOutCNimRk09i4_teu0tL1SA0YaqvaKhLeNKVto8Hfi8otwskRit0puzOy3V4X8tyM_Jmlgtp7o3oOBcVO3L3kgRXLb0jjry2oTbvJGMZgoes-2Jc/s1600-h/IMG_0894.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430025222245946738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5Uzdmgu_T5WUIMy-bJi_tAaYgRmOutCNimRk09i4_teu0tL1SA0YaqvaKhLeNKVto8Hfi8otwskRit0puzOy3V4X8tyM_Jmlgtp7o3oOBcVO3L3kgRXLb0jjry2oTbvJGMZgoes-2Jc/s320/IMG_0894.JPG" /></a> Papa and Grammy got everyone Siberian-weather tobaggins for Christmas. Lucy wouldn't keep hers on long enough for our cameras to even focus.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCWyYdJfNVLkY-BbtMYSZOcw1Lx28pZ0rrl63qla4bL2X9s4v5tLt3t36vs_wd45D9Wv9NEmMJRrs5p4mKgc-z1pCR8iC_r7BGjHehCIMNSaMjwdHnbzEsMRa2Aj4ALDK0aaK3bvlwTs/s1600-h/IMG_0900.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430025218329077714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCWyYdJfNVLkY-BbtMYSZOcw1Lx28pZ0rrl63qla4bL2X9s4v5tLt3t36vs_wd45D9Wv9NEmMJRrs5p4mKgc-z1pCR8iC_r7BGjHehCIMNSaMjwdHnbzEsMRa2Aj4ALDK0aaK3bvlwTs/s320/IMG_0900.JPG" /></a> We got Harrison a Black & Decker construction workers uniform and tools.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvrH-oIi_DA2EEkxgss1rCX-udhdBFqhS1QnJ4gwVrbXbbry28Cqnrs9Q82b2lcPA69nWxhy1EMsc_dJ5Ob977Cm9RwcilDOAIpoJhlDfC-2zYNu1UUPh2r1dpN0xuakXS9wiPE5Nt7U/s1600-h/IMG_0902.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430024022192116690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvrH-oIi_DA2EEkxgss1rCX-udhdBFqhS1QnJ4gwVrbXbbry28Cqnrs9Q82b2lcPA69nWxhy1EMsc_dJ5Ob977Cm9RwcilDOAIpoJhlDfC-2zYNu1UUPh2r1dpN0xuakXS9wiPE5Nt7U/s320/IMG_0902.JPG" /></a> Palmer working on one of his presents.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHP0btjmOyPsT6S7m2Jd28iOLNCXO_7cY1jcdEv7ngr1TxHEI1-cmFrgdAzdxk-oCBnUD90A9I_DlymjgsKDLH-8NnBEvcLJOv97lANDe0ukJN7CHKo3zk0Q1X-6g3YhZSVb_Pu9ctho/s1600-h/IMG_0904.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430024015631193378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHP0btjmOyPsT6S7m2Jd28iOLNCXO_7cY1jcdEv7ngr1TxHEI1-cmFrgdAzdxk-oCBnUD90A9I_DlymjgsKDLH-8NnBEvcLJOv97lANDe0ukJN7CHKo3zk0Q1X-6g3YhZSVb_Pu9ctho/s320/IMG_0904.JPG" /></a> Bailey got a baby doll that makes drinking noises, burps, falls to sleep and snores, wakes back up, laughs when you squeeze her tummy, and cries when you pinch her hand. To get her to laugh, Bailey puts her on the floor and uses her entire palm to push on her stomach. It looks a bit like she's giving her baby CPR.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsUCeEBEf3J7wt1nAymtpJPXhyphenhyphenYolcPqSv3WA2xI9VX9kR8fF1NcINt6hDCZs6WdBq7vu2iJVQAaRqafd2GXKnX1gQdbu6UfH7Z9WbbhFHhihFh4EyqaNB9UhvRXUjS0Tc8bSc5T5cAM/s1600-h/Mystic+Tree+Farm+2009+(5).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430023472022823602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsUCeEBEf3J7wt1nAymtpJPXhyphenhyphenYolcPqSv3WA2xI9VX9kR8fF1NcINt6hDCZs6WdBq7vu2iJVQAaRqafd2GXKnX1gQdbu6UfH7Z9WbbhFHhihFh4EyqaNB9UhvRXUjS0Tc8bSc5T5cAM/s320/Mystic+Tree+Farm+2009+(5).JPG" /></a> Bailey and I went hunting for a Christmas tree and found the perfect one (that was too tall for our house and fell at least once after we finally got it up).</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHykZejCoJVwOfLuh9_4dxmSX6gPFX4KiA6fmF2NQPunMbikmytquHG50p6idlNcl9eYVZ9SDGJ2bC5BDxZfszbgupj-Z30Z1oT45YCiT0T2f7qTAAFHfExJ-__FJJtVlsFJETr03HJ-Y/s1600-h/Mystic+Tree+Farm+2009+(6).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430023468758520802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHykZejCoJVwOfLuh9_4dxmSX6gPFX4KiA6fmF2NQPunMbikmytquHG50p6idlNcl9eYVZ9SDGJ2bC5BDxZfszbgupj-Z30Z1oT45YCiT0T2f7qTAAFHfExJ-__FJJtVlsFJETr03HJ-Y/s320/Mystic+Tree+Farm+2009+(6).JPG" /></a> She didn't make much progress, but she gave it her best effort.<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-65558384663534730902009-11-23T21:35:00.013-05:002009-11-23T22:53:33.278-05:00Go TigersNo, not those Tigers. The other Tigers. No, not the LSU Tigers either. The OTHER (non-SEC) Tigers. Yeah, the Clemson Tigers! Last Sunday, while enjoying an after-church meal at a local Meat-&-Three (Stax Original restaurant) with some friends of ours I was asked if Bailey and I would care to join my friend, Ryan, and his two year old son, Coleman, at the final Clemson home football game of the season. I haven't actually been to a college football game since before Bailey was born and she and Coleman are good buddies from school so it seemed like a no-brainer at the time. As the week wore on I slowly began to grasp the magnitude of what I had taken on. Seriously!?! I'm going to take my two year old daughter to a big time college football game...BY MYSELF...WITH NO HELP FROM MEL...OR MY MOM!?!<br /><br />Luckily (and not surprisingly b/c Bailey is such a good kid) we both survived and had a wonderful time with the exception of a short run-in with a Clemson cop who apparently needed to validate himself by harrassing me b/c I was using a backpack as a diaper bag instead of a diaper bag as a diaper bag (supposedly, backpacks can conceal terrorist bombs but diaper bags are safe). Oh yeah, and the dual F-15 flyover 250 ft off the ground because it was military appreciation day nearly caused Bailey to crawl out of her skin and shred mine with her fingernails in the process.<br /><br />DISCLAIMER: When Bailey is old enough to understand, we will explain to her why the SEC is far superior to all other conferences in the country.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugIa1Gi-nM82SPlW_taseOIjQJofs8yl7JDvLGhMJex0qMht5XSgRLiGrHLoPiZPsXfBfFhbJ4DLU-Tmtq3xukY1zMOlV4EtDJortSVnM8-6HDOXpXhajfrcvoAkaQ-VoMJaehvNxoy4/s1600/IMG_0770.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407508136653457730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugIa1Gi-nM82SPlW_taseOIjQJofs8yl7JDvLGhMJex0qMht5XSgRLiGrHLoPiZPsXfBfFhbJ4DLU-Tmtq3xukY1zMOlV4EtDJortSVnM8-6HDOXpXhajfrcvoAkaQ-VoMJaehvNxoy4/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" /></a>Here we are the morning of the game practicing our "Go Tigers" cheer and proper shaker technique and etiquette. It turns out that the biggest difference I noticed between the Clemson game and Auburn games (I was told to look for differences since the two schools are so similar) was that hardly anyone at Clemson used these shakers during the game. At Auburn (and Alabama, for that matter) games, you can barely see the people in the stands when all the shakers are going.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjRCZ_aVFoR5V5bRb-Jwz48AqjvS3-h_7feT3LiwNU0eOlPx9XfowQgPYqwzyx97_HhyphenhyphenPh7T33MP7i6qtSD0Khui2dXhj2-TqiCdy5JArrHEeIt8eH6En8cQw1ooriMW9mPdFVcdPCWHE/s1600/IMG_0773.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407508071171567122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjRCZ_aVFoR5V5bRb-Jwz48AqjvS3-h_7feT3LiwNU0eOlPx9XfowQgPYqwzyx97_HhyphenhyphenPh7T33MP7i6qtSD0Khui2dXhj2-TqiCdy5JArrHEeIt8eH6En8cQw1ooriMW9mPdFVcdPCWHE/s320/IMG_0773.JPG" /></a> Bailey and Coleman enjoying a pre-game tailgate lunch of pigs-in-the-blanket, cheetohs, and some Bojangles fried chicken strips and biscuits...YUMMY!!!</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4d2vGCWuNSuo5M4qCOlM5eo6KcAirCY6GO-AueqfJQlvs8_Zf203MG1dchazWA-MkvZP9I9QxReeO5pqYdMCqovRTk_SUod3fT-uS0PhvcY1ebmcZrbRowA_BM-N5mg2Swqt7xyfm1mI/s1600/IMG_0778.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407507742388279842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4d2vGCWuNSuo5M4qCOlM5eo6KcAirCY6GO-AueqfJQlvs8_Zf203MG1dchazWA-MkvZP9I9QxReeO5pqYdMCqovRTk_SUod3fT-uS0PhvcY1ebmcZrbRowA_BM-N5mg2Swqt7xyfm1mI/s320/IMG_0778.JPG" /></a> After lunch it was time to toss the old pigskin around. Hey, don't knock Coleman's throwing technique. Phillip Rivers has a jacked up throwing motion and we all know where it got him. Coleman may be onto something here!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUn-Ss_kGScJahZn5a6Nzlyfyp_dh3bw_lK6vIAt7Qww-ZUiM9L85GI3xN-lFtFki6OA2Hqc_Jxdf4H7V43sqo5jQCh5_q2f0_FL1Ge1_cprV_cnJiR59LKki52bVZgmJpZbrOrHIUQg/s1600/IMG_0782.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407507425454478802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUn-Ss_kGScJahZn5a6Nzlyfyp_dh3bw_lK6vIAt7Qww-ZUiM9L85GI3xN-lFtFki6OA2Hqc_Jxdf4H7V43sqo5jQCh5_q2f0_FL1Ge1_cprV_cnJiR59LKki52bVZgmJpZbrOrHIUQg/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" /></a> Coleman cheesing it up for the camera.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKi6EBcWIV2eY6V_TZ9NM3Li69HMBGPOybew1YZBGidS-4eLK31lSBW9xSuSSZg7stavf8o3zIn7XnNSfHPWJcUratUgN2Arb9mVh0oiprhg6f_th27XQqLCVgKcx0kB-UPrStwMTyBg/s1600/IMG_0790.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407507329400331506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKi6EBcWIV2eY6V_TZ9NM3Li69HMBGPOybew1YZBGidS-4eLK31lSBW9xSuSSZg7stavf8o3zIn7XnNSfHPWJcUratUgN2Arb9mVh0oiprhg6f_th27XQqLCVgKcx0kB-UPrStwMTyBg/s320/IMG_0790.JPG" /></a> Here we are at our seats inside the stadium. It took Bailey a few minutes to get used to the sights and sounds of the game and everything associated with it. The blue lollipop definitely helped. At some point late in the first quarter she spotted the Clemson mascot walking around behind the end zone and made it her sole purpose in life to spot him and point him out every few minutes thereafter.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsl4vUfwq4oefioY-lUFwDx4zSdO9UEhh30k0OlAOYisxCQ066ZUFY_Lhiynb1cO3wxHaWkpL-xwZCr5NrNz0EE_L5CON57NmWhgF9nIJDTTF6RFyDiE1gKKTfXGJbVdgXpzPs5CJLjY/s1600/IMG_0791.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407507210965434754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsl4vUfwq4oefioY-lUFwDx4zSdO9UEhh30k0OlAOYisxCQ066ZUFY_Lhiynb1cO3wxHaWkpL-xwZCr5NrNz0EE_L5CON57NmWhgF9nIJDTTF6RFyDiE1gKKTfXGJbVdgXpzPs5CJLjY/s320/IMG_0791.JPG" /></a> Watchin' the Tiger Band perform as the sun sets behind the stadium.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHwisur39bMdelyt-5LKr1Cm5SI0hYWX3D8guRIEHg4Ww9dfRuRABS_QaIYK7ZZ-iGThGEbNjwuiEROOFqsBk1dMhrFI1r97JnDRSnwwVvwUtzT7XWaVrifjUhfkaIbBRjKW36o7QHiI/s1600/IMG_0802.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407507099303424738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHwisur39bMdelyt-5LKr1Cm5SI0hYWX3D8guRIEHg4Ww9dfRuRABS_QaIYK7ZZ-iGThGEbNjwuiEROOFqsBk1dMhrFI1r97JnDRSnwwVvwUtzT7XWaVrifjUhfkaIbBRjKW36o7QHiI/s320/IMG_0802.JPG" /></a> By the time we made it home that night Bailey was pooped. I actually got carry her in the house, asleep on my shoulder, after a special day of fun with just the too of us (something I've always looked forward to doing). Great memories!!! <div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-46762610422065965352009-10-31T23:35:00.045-04:002009-11-01T22:34:39.224-05:00More October 09 Pics...Including HALLOWEEN Pics!<p align="center">The first half of October was a busy, busy time for us. Included in our activities were a day trip to the Georgia Aquarium to visit with Papa and Grammy; a weekend with Pops and Gran here in Greenville, which included a trip to Sky Top Apple Orchard in North Carolina; a one night visit with Adam (my cousin); and a visit from Big Daddy and Grand-mama.</p><p align="center">The second half of the month was more of the same. It has included a Fall bike ride in the mountains for me with my buddy, Kev-O; a trip to Denver Downs Pumpkin Patch near Clemson, SC, with our Sunday school class and ALL our kids; a Fall Festival at church; a little Halloween trick-or-treating; and some general horsing around. </p><p align="center">Somehow, we've managed to find time to fit work and school into our schedules, as well.</p><p align="center">Below are some pics (basically in the order in which they happened) from the second half of the month of October.</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Bike Ride in the Mountains (near Brevard, NC)</strong></span></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEqMztnEsjSPsUXHeUxja8-2WBeZeu7gHxfALKg5_r4PYUodOnNHStZock2rBs0HqrEIFFVetAVlwzi-e1j41_xCFJOJHEWpsGvle9JBpiJvLOyo9Vm-dcqdRqj8zlYd-EOXzfl58O3bY/s1600-h/Mud+Dauber-Frozen+Creek+Loop+(2).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399279035822377794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEqMztnEsjSPsUXHeUxja8-2WBeZeu7gHxfALKg5_r4PYUodOnNHStZock2rBs0HqrEIFFVetAVlwzi-e1j41_xCFJOJHEWpsGvle9JBpiJvLOyo9Vm-dcqdRqj8zlYd-EOXzfl58O3bY/s320/Mud+Dauber-Frozen+Creek+Loop+(2).JPG" /></a> </p><p align="center">I took the opportunity to steal away from Greenville for a few hours last Saturday for a bike ride in the mountains with a friend of mine. The leaves were brightly colored, the rivers were full of water, and the air was just crisp enough that I almost needed a jacket during the ride, but not quite. Next time I ride with Kev-O I'm gonna have to teach him how to wait until someone smiles before snapping the pic.</p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzJkf3zII5EIyVcJDBSVfKdV-ubVvohMtDTXLD60354CHwx_nzKebbezaRBF5o4P3d0osbFEjFnZMTnKrZwZjx6BYRRDSgITtoPPQtePKWDUeSOleFovKOmdeJeAMmkzhMdgqYoVf4_s/s1600-h/Mud+Dauber-Frozen+Creek+Loop+(3).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399278894286193890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzJkf3zII5EIyVcJDBSVfKdV-ubVvohMtDTXLD60354CHwx_nzKebbezaRBF5o4P3d0osbFEjFnZMTnKrZwZjx6BYRRDSgITtoPPQtePKWDUeSOleFovKOmdeJeAMmkzhMdgqYoVf4_s/s320/Mud+Dauber-Frozen+Creek+Loop+(3).JPG" /></a> See...I waited for him to smile! :) This is Kev-O being a good Greenville cyclist and sporting his Hincapie Sportswear jersey. George Hincapie, a former teammate of Lance Armstrong's for all seven of Lance's Tour de France wins, lives here in Greenville and his brother runs a cycling clothing company that is doing quite well nationwide.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcaNiaDPSNiHOxCbZQrqoK4O-D5THfPzylxUDG0_BZGk4u4kqOtwwZXmLPKylqJGBPwx09NXTiyzJbbqczDXw7ovtP2RM9WgKUNszbja_ZNZvczW-UBLZ534fv_-Yic0Uzxgfb8UC_wk/s1600-h/Mud+Dauber-Frozen+Creek+Loop+(4).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399278748754700706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcaNiaDPSNiHOxCbZQrqoK4O-D5THfPzylxUDG0_BZGk4u4kqOtwwZXmLPKylqJGBPwx09NXTiyzJbbqczDXw7ovtP2RM9WgKUNszbja_ZNZvczW-UBLZ534fv_-Yic0Uzxgfb8UC_wk/s320/Mud+Dauber-Frozen+Creek+Loop+(4).JPG" /></a> Whoever paved this road had to have been a cyclist. It doesn't look it but this was a pretty steep drop off the back of the second mountain we climbed as part of our ride. The sketchy part was all the loose, wet leaves in the road that I fully expected to cause my tires to slip out from under me. Luckily, the tires stuck and I had a blast snaking down this mountain.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgacAL1hQqL5bH0a2hu0oUF7mn73emFoIAPUAtnx_fk2G76drTzKBAOIoCUJ8Oquw8_2wUltV93TJlhm7Vs69MZzRqO1d0KHH1JFvLeDkvqqPsY-ZwhznCxRtqw8QrDuixfwFq_UqRwDo/s1600-h/Mud+Dauber-Frozen+Creek+Loop+(6).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399278609858355506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgacAL1hQqL5bH0a2hu0oUF7mn73emFoIAPUAtnx_fk2G76drTzKBAOIoCUJ8Oquw8_2wUltV93TJlhm7Vs69MZzRqO1d0KHH1JFvLeDkvqqPsY-ZwhznCxRtqw8QrDuixfwFq_UqRwDo/s320/Mud+Dauber-Frozen+Creek+Loop+(6).JPG" /></a> Here's another pic I shot of Kev-O from the top of one of the lesser climbs. Like I said, the colors of the leaves were really great and having deserted roads all to ourselves made the whole thing that much better.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Denver Downs Pumpkin Patch</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWumptzzSCcTSgPkvHEXLvvx-ISwioqVppZK_oysVLQBTqZnSSKrPWrWPhNOXV_Z12oIsQB8uNWhELEEN39Cm6XP25ZBzbv7qUFDM0_bOKxmiWF50KT5RmDfduEw9LDiDha3CVenOL2I4/s1600-h/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(12).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399278438237623170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWumptzzSCcTSgPkvHEXLvvx-ISwioqVppZK_oysVLQBTqZnSSKrPWrWPhNOXV_Z12oIsQB8uNWhELEEN39Cm6XP25ZBzbv7qUFDM0_bOKxmiWF50KT5RmDfduEw9LDiDha3CVenOL2I4/s320/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(12).JPG" /></a> The day after my bike ride our Sunday school class and all our kids took a trip to a pumpkin patch near Clemson, SC, called Denver Downs. It was a really cool place with a TON of stuff to do including hayrides, corn maize, pine straw maze (for the kiddos), a hay barn with rope swings in it, various games, and even a place to get some bbq. Here we are on the hayride.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghcJSS8O_EgpjeCf6BO64NPbHdysB7JxoxsEbpvktBbPsznUhWJIbfVPV96W-m_dhYTPFE1YXYymfXkWBXW298-JRxv6958aXhkusynmQ5byaD3JISYjuzSl5HdKc8TzSAkV8zRkzYA7k/s1600-h/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(2).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399278331189789970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghcJSS8O_EgpjeCf6BO64NPbHdysB7JxoxsEbpvktBbPsznUhWJIbfVPV96W-m_dhYTPFE1YXYymfXkWBXW298-JRxv6958aXhkusynmQ5byaD3JISYjuzSl5HdKc8TzSAkV8zRkzYA7k/s320/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(2).JPG" /></a> Bailey and her friend Ryan enjoyed climbing on the pine straw bales that made up the pine straw maze. Ryan is thinking about jumping off the top of this one while Bailey is excitedly urging him on.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8J-kYLG7YIL7PJniFwD0GWPtdWnUOQxfN0_czcrxmJguatVrGVFY6bjl0rQJZQWvcbECFa8NtQ_PlsMXdSAL4GN6Dljf6M14KswqXX2YkQiVn0DMnfZDkhIbEUpe2j6yEJSYIVCaEA2g/s1600-h/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(4).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399278232746619794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8J-kYLG7YIL7PJniFwD0GWPtdWnUOQxfN0_czcrxmJguatVrGVFY6bjl0rQJZQWvcbECFa8NtQ_PlsMXdSAL4GN6Dljf6M14KswqXX2YkQiVn0DMnfZDkhIbEUpe2j6yEJSYIVCaEA2g/s320/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(4).JPG" /></a> AND RYAN TAKES THE LEAP!!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Fuz1RJ6PZBzfGr6gpdbalWwydfzBczpHwp5Fpld5_Vl8WdLa87c9QbEi3LtmyhbS3rUwsDyH_lxE09IG-QuNxFIJ449G1Ao8TkWL-I-2wllR-5NP8dGgyQpihyphenhyphen52jGhVAJGyx2pNRzo/s1600-h/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(5).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399278132792045714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Fuz1RJ6PZBzfGr6gpdbalWwydfzBczpHwp5Fpld5_Vl8WdLa87c9QbEi3LtmyhbS3rUwsDyH_lxE09IG-QuNxFIJ449G1Ao8TkWL-I-2wllR-5NP8dGgyQpihyphenhyphen52jGhVAJGyx2pNRzo/s320/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(5).JPG" /></a> Not to be outdone by a <em>boy</em> Bailey takes the leap, as well. That's some pretty good hops for a two year old!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippssmpFUxHQgZw8BDAEvb-z07mdNsqkHHdy1bl2yz5aPWUmaFNGldI56l4B1CDnE1nvN4TVf7CCX0UoeLE2-fq6-BblSuyDBeXRbbYd5eKJev1Dho_YFKzgWUugNVPr4lVldHOnnPXcc/s1600-h/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(15).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399278035749998178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippssmpFUxHQgZw8BDAEvb-z07mdNsqkHHdy1bl2yz5aPWUmaFNGldI56l4B1CDnE1nvN4TVf7CCX0UoeLE2-fq6-BblSuyDBeXRbbYd5eKJev1Dho_YFKzgWUugNVPr4lVldHOnnPXcc/s320/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(15).JPG" /></a> Bailey also enjoyed riding in "Ginger", one of the cows on the cow train being pulled around by a lady on a tractor. Nice Jordan imitation with the tongue thing by the way.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibBz-xmnGrQk6yggVm1680SvmrZkVbZBOuE7xjI6DjifEzTSaajRA0nDycNqVFaVhXjvXWzW-HzskM9euOm1LevR8pNoLpM3PtHbgGqrg9aLEzWwCa1LNW_DkCc6ryY_hd1F-5S8BRlVw/s1600-h/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(7).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399277933975128098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibBz-xmnGrQk6yggVm1680SvmrZkVbZBOuE7xjI6DjifEzTSaajRA0nDycNqVFaVhXjvXWzW-HzskM9euOm1LevR8pNoLpM3PtHbgGqrg9aLEzWwCa1LNW_DkCc6ryY_hd1F-5S8BRlVw/s320/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(7).JPG" /></a> The next few pics are of members of our class and their kids while on the hayride. We had so many people there in our group we actually filled up an entire trailer. Starting with the extreme left is Jenn Byford and her son, "Little" Pete; Riggs, Nate, Stephanie, & Will Manning; and Alison Lupo and one of her twin daughters (Macy or Lydia).<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMTuALwgdQqchI0VtFIPd4ceqSizCICeKFzH5P6guoKcaHNNf0PzzfncDuPcH99ex5C6aBOmpY6qujpNSdmK99i9GTZkNC2w3E5HLm0Sse2CUtUpKsI26YgUGH0nLXztsDBQPeSwIu0oc/s1600-h/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(8).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399277835906899394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMTuALwgdQqchI0VtFIPd4ceqSizCICeKFzH5P6guoKcaHNNf0PzzfncDuPcH99ex5C6aBOmpY6qujpNSdmK99i9GTZkNC2w3E5HLm0Sse2CUtUpKsI26YgUGH0nLXztsDBQPeSwIu0oc/s320/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(8).JPG" /></a> Again, from the extreme left is Kathryn Sinclair and her son, McCain (not named for John even though he was born during John's Presidential campaign); and Anna Kate, Pete, Jenn, & "Little" Pete Byford.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgKZIiMgAcFrGo9LzXawiHQIqrpKBpnfYZYYfBIWxPSikyVEOUQeIQJuKZ-kGr-BIld5nYCxxl82ARkzBvlcyMDSslygRIpa8LUnPvm6GjMkyjjfGZBqBraPvWGwKKEP26iUUFBeBWsQ/s1600-h/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(9).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399277729959975698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgKZIiMgAcFrGo9LzXawiHQIqrpKBpnfYZYYfBIWxPSikyVEOUQeIQJuKZ-kGr-BIld5nYCxxl82ARkzBvlcyMDSslygRIpa8LUnPvm6GjMkyjjfGZBqBraPvWGwKKEP26iUUFBeBWsQ/s320/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(9).JPG" /></a> From left: Jason, Melissa, & Ava Grace Payne; Ben, Ryan, Leslie, & Bryce Owens; and Ally, Tommy, Kathryn, & McCain Sinclair.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDq_OVEVZzcDwrLLgX-bBAyvuvWmELA4owa7pSNqIFNsGCo69hst3JP1YJcca88LDI7NQmBVBo3uBofMjiyo13eCy5LOS1KCrpSEi1pHm6dt2ewEL_SnpmFdCm6pgmqFJ_TYBFCtfjI74/s1600-h/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(10).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399277627487441778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDq_OVEVZzcDwrLLgX-bBAyvuvWmELA4owa7pSNqIFNsGCo69hst3JP1YJcca88LDI7NQmBVBo3uBofMjiyo13eCy5LOS1KCrpSEi1pHm6dt2ewEL_SnpmFdCm6pgmqFJ_TYBFCtfjI74/s320/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(10).JPG" /></a> Jason, Melissa, & Ava Grace Payne. We invited the Paynes on the trip despite the fact that they had never been to our Sunday school class before. In fact, they had just joined the church the week before and Mel and I were their mentors (meaning we simply stood at the front of the church with them when they joined). They accepted our invitation and have since come to class, as well. As a side note, we happened to run into them a few weeks before while eating bbq in NC after visiting the apple orchard with Pops and Gran.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaEOrGUyYHuHMe9lw-m0cHJwdX5jeez71YFKaPUv_6tn3oAsu5phoem6018Qp_8PwC5MQnN3aRHv0ArHQ3X4ykd2j4JfyhdxFM_Gryx-gIqLkfNJ_wRttxBxdsWzqatWttk0LTWIwzNV0/s1600-h/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(11).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399277530059421154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaEOrGUyYHuHMe9lw-m0cHJwdX5jeez71YFKaPUv_6tn3oAsu5phoem6018Qp_8PwC5MQnN3aRHv0ArHQ3X4ykd2j4JfyhdxFM_Gryx-gIqLkfNJ_wRttxBxdsWzqatWttk0LTWIwzNV0/s320/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(11).JPG" /></a> From left: Ryan and Coleman Burnett and Deidre and Sydney Jordan. Ryan's wife, Stephanie, was just out of the shot to the left and Deidre's husband, Matt, was right behind her.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBxlJHW3nIjsBef3WR6LUo0eJKDyvQqikpwpQTJQL5JGVZaZgePhNwfacsx5MGaK_CMGbc4zboC7HdTJW_qAx1LXkWi2Yoo6Jvpp6zV82_4T3RMM96y-DSzaUlFkc7Dq8NJa2y2xXvX88/s1600-h/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(13).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399277438075391506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBxlJHW3nIjsBef3WR6LUo0eJKDyvQqikpwpQTJQL5JGVZaZgePhNwfacsx5MGaK_CMGbc4zboC7HdTJW_qAx1LXkWi2Yoo6Jvpp6zV82_4T3RMM96y-DSzaUlFkc7Dq8NJa2y2xXvX88/s320/Denver+Downs+Pumpkin+Patch+(13).JPG" /></a>From left: Bentley, Anna, Scott, & Lucas Thompson and us.<br /></div><div><div></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Halloween<br /></span></strong><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiluPqpgZGGf2R4qIVoEixi3x-nSDDoIqwC3S8b4GivXLutMwoyHxCO8z2HlMcZNSSrpK8kvFY4Ya6Ab_W_9Yh8GxIWfrcwwKItF42ZB5UBjL4TLNuCJrdTy-QcjN7HFDszNhIVXyuPNmA/s1600-h/Halloween+09+(13).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399221129622902594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiluPqpgZGGf2R4qIVoEixi3x-nSDDoIqwC3S8b4GivXLutMwoyHxCO8z2HlMcZNSSrpK8kvFY4Ya6Ab_W_9Yh8GxIWfrcwwKItF42ZB5UBjL4TLNuCJrdTy-QcjN7HFDszNhIVXyuPNmA/s320/Halloween+09+(13).JPG" /></a> </div><div>Our jack-o-lantern...it has freckles!</div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399277106579411794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexzzvXEXHehAMnoLHDUpnB_lrxWeF0ehOUdrAEV5wChMGbI73H_F4D9QJHpkS8PmqvIPnvE0jDP7mkmdYwgnKuAjNyvuehF6nzgmvymU4HSy9ZyKo4zWtEmedLRvTeCz96_iSdCBObIs/s320/Halloween+09.JPG" /> </div><div>Here's a shot of us trick-or-treating at one of only two stops for the night (it was rainy). This was taken by our next door neighbor. Bailey is wearing an authentic Japanese kimono picked up by some friends of the family during a recent trip to Japan while Palmer is dressed as a frog (complete with webbed fingers).<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2VdrLDw5m2THk7vvPcprdijBtJ06FYe2jXX_9eGqN-8o3xUzCQHl_UH1gLeKqO-CJ6h2cOH4CRb4-8_rtnmIjj4bRSOr3oQVngFijGNVozP-C33PoPNZ7oLhl2-IPPhmC-ALW09jyaBQ/s1600-h/Halloween+09+(4).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399219529690732258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2VdrLDw5m2THk7vvPcprdijBtJ06FYe2jXX_9eGqN-8o3xUzCQHl_UH1gLeKqO-CJ6h2cOH4CRb4-8_rtnmIjj4bRSOr3oQVngFijGNVozP-C33PoPNZ7oLhl2-IPPhmC-ALW09jyaBQ/s320/Halloween+09+(4).JPG" /></a> Bailey and Palmer hanging out on the front porch by the jack-o-lantern waiting for more trick-or-treaters to stop by.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXDg2i35vjnoawiNyPk_MXMAIDHfRdOeHX1I3sNSqtFu96Qlaao4VphLw_H6ltoIPdWYcmtioAHfkvRR_hD3iNA-raSEEaL8SBgOjNs-RUcdDAu05D_Z6pATYgEnM4_6BrYzWPBaJk24/s1600-h/Halloween+09+(6).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399219260025745474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXDg2i35vjnoawiNyPk_MXMAIDHfRdOeHX1I3sNSqtFu96Qlaao4VphLw_H6ltoIPdWYcmtioAHfkvRR_hD3iNA-raSEEaL8SBgOjNs-RUcdDAu05D_Z6pATYgEnM4_6BrYzWPBaJk24/s320/Halloween+09+(6).JPG" /></a> "WHAT!?! You mean we have to <strong><em>GIVE</em></strong> the candy <strong><em>AWAY</em></strong>!!!" </div><div>"Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched?"</div><div>"Is there a giant frog behind me?"</div><div>[Insert your own caption here.]<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2P0WEHAv5d6Ako7xfehlNyTtt6EOq7ENzAOU2tQ9XGuqbtVwW6e3YDmwbDfQD4edmktBGTalUC0NyzufnceRFCMoOn3rUAdkC8ArIbVppYGKxP2Vv_qspiBw8F-4mYCZrN9gf7EF_MI/s1600-h/Halloween+09+(7).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399218977405792482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2P0WEHAv5d6Ako7xfehlNyTtt6EOq7ENzAOU2tQ9XGuqbtVwW6e3YDmwbDfQD4edmktBGTalUC0NyzufnceRFCMoOn3rUAdkC8ArIbVppYGKxP2Vv_qspiBw8F-4mYCZrN9gf7EF_MI/s320/Halloween+09+(7).JPG" /></a> Bailey showing off her spoils for the evening.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XU6SlJiihaqYzxGBLBjndsXCsqlEnBoYRq-C6LZGaaTmEJmBJwM-BdKRbEsxsKFRs4DcpxMYNbXMMif3KxavTnjC7uxDlLoVYmOZgaicON1_L1jYqjbh5CwC1AkeeaHdg_OHsGShQ3U/s1600-h/Halloween+09+(9).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399218840001956914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XU6SlJiihaqYzxGBLBjndsXCsqlEnBoYRq-C6LZGaaTmEJmBJwM-BdKRbEsxsKFRs4DcpxMYNbXMMif3KxavTnjC7uxDlLoVYmOZgaicON1_L1jYqjbh5CwC1AkeeaHdg_OHsGShQ3U/s320/Halloween+09+(9).JPG" /></a> Not sure what Bailey is doing here but it resulted in no harm to Palmer. For a second, there, we weren't so sure he was safe.<br /><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Random Pics<br /></span></strong><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8X43EuRPRygDaPXAE0FoS-Dtz7xekLSFhyphenhyphenQ6zpUFnNSRWSJnti9Bt900K60TNanXyMdISgmhcVDtiWYLdl_fMsovG3QCP-hBY-JEzkKBDhIVq9z75S2pjFps25VDOLN3PW_aEtwDP0I/s1600-h/IMG_0611.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399218506722329170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8X43EuRPRygDaPXAE0FoS-Dtz7xekLSFhyphenhyphenQ6zpUFnNSRWSJnti9Bt900K60TNanXyMdISgmhcVDtiWYLdl_fMsovG3QCP-hBY-JEzkKBDhIVq9z75S2pjFps25VDOLN3PW_aEtwDP0I/s320/IMG_0611.JPG" /></a> Palmer after one of his first high-chair meals. Some of it actually made it into his mouth, too!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-U_aZsnZylUIrHctZj2AZZlKoOsLh6F_8oqHjxr5E-3L7-sUsQ8mWyfHvCwTN0CGsA4t_DLf0nZ9rtGzvaGlmeXWUXBdjK3fataRDA_a_tiqcCZEYn8goPazyvWSAHPUqUna_gtnaCQ/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399218344314432898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-U_aZsnZylUIrHctZj2AZZlKoOsLh6F_8oqHjxr5E-3L7-sUsQ8mWyfHvCwTN0CGsA4t_DLf0nZ9rtGzvaGlmeXWUXBdjK3fataRDA_a_tiqcCZEYn8goPazyvWSAHPUqUna_gtnaCQ/s320/IMG_0612.JPG" /></a> Passed out after a big meal of rice cereal.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTpaW4aSvp6XWQT_QagI-b9_A1OYhpwnOYvvkLENpTooJj6YELAmIoO-qsI3qaM-8scqkb9t3Knl2ne9l9qEvAeZ_hbzcuy2__xBjYdZq6hRMbbduBhk9Cj0l2BJ39Hq1aBBbfPxR_oVc/s1600-h/IMG_0610.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399217607307380770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTpaW4aSvp6XWQT_QagI-b9_A1OYhpwnOYvvkLENpTooJj6YELAmIoO-qsI3qaM-8scqkb9t3Knl2ne9l9qEvAeZ_hbzcuy2__xBjYdZq6hRMbbduBhk9Cj0l2BJ39Hq1aBBbfPxR_oVc/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" /></a> Bailey being Bailey.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxG12Q8Aa0H3gEMKfREAFXBiH5LbCh1xmJnGzzBh8NTP4dtP7sp49WFddlHrt0hGzJodkhYuMTRtWbLhmhk1o0iGWRlgtJ6-cjLF7hK9ePb2RvcFujCO3Gp8p8c5Je3giTP1w6vWNobPo/s1600-h/IMG_0626.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399213961849006818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxG12Q8Aa0H3gEMKfREAFXBiH5LbCh1xmJnGzzBh8NTP4dtP7sp49WFddlHrt0hGzJodkhYuMTRtWbLhmhk1o0iGWRlgtJ6-cjLF7hK9ePb2RvcFujCO3Gp8p8c5Je3giTP1w6vWNobPo/s320/IMG_0626.JPG" /></a> </div>Hanging out in the den. Palmer in the bumbo seat and Bailey in the wooden rocking chair Big Daddy and Grand-mama brought to us during their visit. This is the same rocking chair that I used to sit in at their house when I was Bailey's age and the same rocking chair, I'm sure, that my Dad sat in back in the day, too.<br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399213964477541890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-PQHusLixZ24zRjhKTV7zjlERdr7jkvy62LjK3kMkc9tqNaWZXUP8zks4MagA2YBj4XLWtPOJtvkhPq1jW0zLzvY8G7Bzgil336X3DmmAwVqWOYa241fjJVkuOZq2Bw08ns3jp7dxbU/s320/IMG_0659.JPG" /> Again...Bailey being Bailey, but doing it in a cute dress.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwNaljzbe60AF_JZCzh2whNyd4jotdTXpkUi_Lgsuh9tEMafQAbxRBQ9cJIj8LoHCg8wQfRQbK3nEgb1ZzGXg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div></div><div>Bailey's most recent favorite game is for us to chase her in circles throughout the house. The other day I did it with the digital camera in hand.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-25929482394266276772009-10-11T21:56:00.007-04:002009-10-11T22:33:35.535-04:00October...FINALLY!!!<div align="center">October…FINALLY!!!<br /></div><div align="center">October truly is my favorite month of the year. We’ve endured the heat and humidity of summer and are finally being granted a respite of cooler temps and crisp breezes. Unlike Mel, I LOVE the fact that it’s cool enough for jeans and long sleeves in the mornings and just warm enough for shorts in the afternoon.<br /></div><div align="center">So far, we’ve taken day trips each weekend in October with each set of grandparents and have had a really good time on both. The first weekend we drove to Atlanta to visit the Georgia Aquarium. This was Bailey’s first time there and she, along with the rest of us, had a blast. The second weekend Gran and Sugar-Pops (a.k.a. Paula & Paul) stayed with us and we all drove up to Sky Top Orchard to visit an apple orchard on a mountain top in Zirconia, NC. We followed it with a BBQ lunch at Hubba Bubba’s in Flat Rock, NC. It was good, but, as usual, not as good as what we’re used to back home in Alabama. Once again, all involved had a good time. <br /></div><div align="center">Georgia Aquarium</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKfNmC4urv66vAewhJnrKvKSF1QV2W0c5q17N_jJ4CwxayEI9-ITWBopYgwqJWxJWaA9RfgNua2uvNyD0mubKs0SfOjs8_gXALgrms3pM3O-uLrTF7aaYo1-lAWFSziml-5xBvx6_2f8/s1600-h/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(5).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391532478805064226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKfNmC4urv66vAewhJnrKvKSF1QV2W0c5q17N_jJ4CwxayEI9-ITWBopYgwqJWxJWaA9RfgNua2uvNyD0mubKs0SfOjs8_gXALgrms3pM3O-uLrTF7aaYo1-lAWFSziml-5xBvx6_2f8/s320/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(5).JPG" /></a> Williams family at the Georgia Aquarium</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE3rJ_VDXUGzQawSCBi7KhPV4WVgO6AuvWG0PABzxaZ_Dn2JYOBnmCkpMjSYc5G7JkpsqOddYUt3f0GgFW5nB7i6aT3z9G4qGArFlEiNKpVl9rpKp4Heo0MogTFypt2EGqhog_RmEEQwo/s1600-h/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(4).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391532474482917698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE3rJ_VDXUGzQawSCBi7KhPV4WVgO6AuvWG0PABzxaZ_Dn2JYOBnmCkpMjSYc5G7JkpsqOddYUt3f0GgFW5nB7i6aT3z9G4qGArFlEiNKpVl9rpKp4Heo0MogTFypt2EGqhog_RmEEQwo/s320/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(4).JPG" /></a> Bailey and Palmer had a great time with Grammy and Papa!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif5A1bfqblSI0h8XjElBAxd3EmCbzRKp7V-uwlVdqCt0IswxMPu6ehyyXo1RQH5JISPgWPBo_wQDLonFGb7xtY8f9RXHel0b-yhN4rk4LO-U7djpViseWRmGbBDAGwgWAGNyPhI_jgQD4/s1600-h/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(2).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391532460448512546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif5A1bfqblSI0h8XjElBAxd3EmCbzRKp7V-uwlVdqCt0IswxMPu6ehyyXo1RQH5JISPgWPBo_wQDLonFGb7xtY8f9RXHel0b-yhN4rk4LO-U7djpViseWRmGbBDAGwgWAGNyPhI_jgQD4/s320/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(2).JPG" /></a> Bailey reaching to touch the rays and sharks.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC0FT7eFwWMvhhrXRa043X1WsoSJ-BIF2qt-EBocN0qAl7SlIIYYDV6uD8aa4WBJZWzzKuLB9ODf0LpzUTlCt1qARtmt-5NmnPphP5gdE3nMm1eaw_Akae_8AuQSk_BQ5PvA2LETk132c/s1600-h/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(6).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391532459415485394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC0FT7eFwWMvhhrXRa043X1WsoSJ-BIF2qt-EBocN0qAl7SlIIYYDV6uD8aa4WBJZWzzKuLB9ODf0LpzUTlCt1qARtmt-5NmnPphP5gdE3nMm1eaw_Akae_8AuQSk_BQ5PvA2LETk132c/s320/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(6).JPG" /></a> Grammy giving Palmer one of more than a few hugs in front of the gift shop while Bailey and Papa were busy inside picking out the perfect stuffed penguin for a souvenir. It's funny, b/c I remember Dad used to try to avoid souvenir shops when Cassie and I were kids. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNvdvGZHVPM1XVFoSWH38lpVZL_xKG6XOdSi7kqgU3OIl2qJD9HfKVGa-nL8bkX4xj21vuVDcD4kWIY-uaYAT99WE6K9xlO_oZL0GwhI6IFLKLE0APFbbU31PLM2suXEDfEemW2u4Z6A8/s1600-h/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(10).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391532451071167650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNvdvGZHVPM1XVFoSWH38lpVZL_xKG6XOdSi7kqgU3OIl2qJD9HfKVGa-nL8bkX4xj21vuVDcD4kWIY-uaYAT99WE6K9xlO_oZL0GwhI6IFLKLE0APFbbU31PLM2suXEDfEemW2u4Z6A8/s320/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(10).JPG" /></a> Bailey and Grammy (and baby penguin from the souvenir shop) looking up at the fish from the walk-through tunnel in the largest single aquarium in the world...almost 7 million gallons!!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjELcEYQDimL6cDv6zQJzl1QfTb2AFC_5jxtYG8VyDgf0F5AnZaqVFg87KQsKCIJs5RKpghbCCqdsDi-NG5dFCk4zoCSfl0o4DMPkdwhf6XXt9w9NewcCLc8ezfqBPoIE0kb_Qxyh7g9w/s1600-h/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(19).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391530837376889842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjELcEYQDimL6cDv6zQJzl1QfTb2AFC_5jxtYG8VyDgf0F5AnZaqVFg87KQsKCIJs5RKpghbCCqdsDi-NG5dFCk4zoCSfl0o4DMPkdwhf6XXt9w9NewcCLc8ezfqBPoIE0kb_Qxyh7g9w/s320/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(19).JPG" /></a> After our day inside the aquarium we spent some time in the park just outside the aquarium. The rain during the hours preceding our visit to Atlanta left the sky a beautiful blue color.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAxQUEiigEJ1RQM9wl0ad9AdYO19EXV1EfhDSAZcp1iJZXIe1Z7YDT7L3S-mZE6VP_iDATzSDWTKjqTwmvkJ5qeFQkJ5W7XpBDPuIZ8sX2DRx5SYCj1ligTwqW8pl8cIBwSK6GfzTicwfo/s1600-h/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(18).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391530826814005554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAxQUEiigEJ1RQM9wl0ad9AdYO19EXV1EfhDSAZcp1iJZXIe1Z7YDT7L3S-mZE6VP_iDATzSDWTKjqTwmvkJ5qeFQkJ5W7XpBDPuIZ8sX2DRx5SYCj1ligTwqW8pl8cIBwSK6GfzTicwfo/s320/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(18).JPG" /></a> Atlanta is not my favorite city in the world (by far), but I have to admit the Olympic park (or whatever its called) is a really, really nice addition. Bailey had plenty of room to run her heart (and ours) out.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYru28YfI2IREPcEGYIjc906Bh80MSUQGY-CMoMNykSVrxsucKR7HRqKMrcYWQl7zwDBTfRuUIMl6CPZS-YTZfiVgqcMiMBIknVzBRZMsGjVxKgtPAMDz_HjjgpL6GaNwYIumrLS9JfMf8/s1600-h/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(16).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391530819018685170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYru28YfI2IREPcEGYIjc906Bh80MSUQGY-CMoMNykSVrxsucKR7HRqKMrcYWQl7zwDBTfRuUIMl6CPZS-YTZfiVgqcMiMBIknVzBRZMsGjVxKgtPAMDz_HjjgpL6GaNwYIumrLS9JfMf8/s320/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(16).JPG" /></a> Another pic from inside the aquarium. This exhibit had actual waves that rolled across the surface of the water every few minutes so you could see what waves look like from underneath.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIh3mDPYi4jMCsCBnh7EQkCLhgK3MUGoeCEANJXbX7Xk5EG4Y7pjhii0-v8ajLy2oxvhGEcg5zUzN6YSm3UoSm3nGX0DpQWf2s8ogW4V8P2BvFI8lIpZBfyz3Qo6lovC9BFRjzGVriiQw1/s1600-h/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(15).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391530810965255330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIh3mDPYi4jMCsCBnh7EQkCLhgK3MUGoeCEANJXbX7Xk5EG4Y7pjhii0-v8ajLy2oxvhGEcg5zUzN6YSm3UoSm3nGX0DpQWf2s8ogW4V8P2BvFI8lIpZBfyz3Qo6lovC9BFRjzGVriiQw1/s320/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(15).JPG" /></a> OUCH!!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwIPWj8Tn1BoIBjCENa5Vq-h8tTKE-eDWs3bxg7-_YF6DXLv_bAN1w4UconER7x6zNn7CvbOM61M9mh8oqVOlZTv8NxRWOACy1UJHns9A6cX-1QcbP3I3DsXaD0lU4jDV4zTOrPZ7UfK_/s1600-h/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(13).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391530803699277842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwIPWj8Tn1BoIBjCENa5Vq-h8tTKE-eDWs3bxg7-_YF6DXLv_bAN1w4UconER7x6zNn7CvbOM61M9mh8oqVOlZTv8NxRWOACy1UJHns9A6cX-1QcbP3I3DsXaD0lU4jDV4zTOrPZ7UfK_/s320/Georgia+Aquarium+%2709+(13).JPG" /></a> The main attraction. One of three whale sharks we saw in the giant aquarium.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Sky Top (apple) Orchard<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMndJO8GfB_dPzcqezFepzW2cGGFikWsfozsY6sR4kdQJ4zJp8abj3ZzThXYBMkMu88TWxFdFg2Plbn31SahXz5O0TT2BLDLnQcrzR0aUsPCuhTHHuerMP8Im2f_LFUjWDGONP0Fp5krA9/s1600-h/Sky+Top+Orchard+%2709+(2).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391529275776908546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMndJO8GfB_dPzcqezFepzW2cGGFikWsfozsY6sR4kdQJ4zJp8abj3ZzThXYBMkMu88TWxFdFg2Plbn31SahXz5O0TT2BLDLnQcrzR0aUsPCuhTHHuerMP8Im2f_LFUjWDGONP0Fp5krA9/s320/Sky+Top+Orchard+%2709+(2).JPG" /></a> I love this picture of Bailey. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMfkGBgS-lmifqmlsiM4mWE6y7kJ8pH42b7Ik-KTkdySLee9XB44eP-nKopSW6nWD2YuWuiEcuJYTyhB2TaFZSqSobBEScfQaagYOSXp6SEJYvE8EsUhIPxdBU9p-_iuI1Sz7z__lNFaEK/s1600-h/Sky+Top+Orchard+%2709+(6).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391529265598660786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMfkGBgS-lmifqmlsiM4mWE6y7kJ8pH42b7Ik-KTkdySLee9XB44eP-nKopSW6nWD2YuWuiEcuJYTyhB2TaFZSqSobBEScfQaagYOSXp6SEJYvE8EsUhIPxdBU9p-_iuI1Sz7z__lNFaEK/s320/Sky+Top+Orchard+%2709+(6).JPG" /></a> Gran, Sugar-Pops, Bailey, & Palmer at the apple orchard in North Carolina. You may be able to tell that the leaves were just starting to change color up here.<br /><br /><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMtPUsHViuaLX048dB0fg6vWP13JftrC9u3f-BtkwyPYJSfkZziFex8j8YycQpp37-fOCVnJ1dkGZqTnx9VGb85oRdxv4Ki0KMKcQjAT-uqLjPd6Fm9KLE4JPX_9y8d6QaCpMc0eDfdAg/s1600-h/Sky+Top+Orchard+%2709+(5).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391529260014548258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMtPUsHViuaLX048dB0fg6vWP13JftrC9u3f-BtkwyPYJSfkZziFex8j8YycQpp37-fOCVnJ1dkGZqTnx9VGb85oRdxv4Ki0KMKcQjAT-uqLjPd6Fm9KLE4JPX_9y8d6QaCpMc0eDfdAg/s320/Sky+Top+Orchard+%2709+(5).JPG" /></a> Now its our turn to pose.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHnTlvd36wjzdqIT2HUZJdNatIULl7KL9IURcA7-qr8IUqeHdTO-x2PQz3Sp3yFCCs-SZlqpf3bp9XQvxBrmyt000dK8x31BxirmtmbcTl7HjCr0oRMIJylYtyPcHaB1BHRhR4tVxhZivI/s1600-h/Sky+Top+Orchard+%2709+(7).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391527003982501346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHnTlvd36wjzdqIT2HUZJdNatIULl7KL9IURcA7-qr8IUqeHdTO-x2PQz3Sp3yFCCs-SZlqpf3bp9XQvxBrmyt000dK8x31BxirmtmbcTl7HjCr0oRMIJylYtyPcHaB1BHRhR4tVxhZivI/s320/Sky+Top+Orchard+%2709+(7).JPG" /></a> Bailey sitting on a pumpkin at the apple orchard.</div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-1097009308852241742009-09-20T13:57:00.002-04:002009-09-20T14:02:19.027-04:00A Few Recent Pics<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikHQqlWOb28bi4lwys4bjCuqw5ns0MtmihyphenhyphenyPAl2mh357OvcDAR4A6IpNSNcWtfdh8PCEmJWvqpFTPSUYxkEWKgO-n02Yqr4-p1VwFYLVwBRtK8UvHbgLXXJvHSF5hJU8SP1o9qkd3S8zg/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383610833590651378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikHQqlWOb28bi4lwys4bjCuqw5ns0MtmihyphenhyphenyPAl2mh357OvcDAR4A6IpNSNcWtfdh8PCEmJWvqpFTPSUYxkEWKgO-n02Yqr4-p1VwFYLVwBRtK8UvHbgLXXJvHSF5hJU8SP1o9qkd3S8zg/s320/IMG_0513.JPG" /></a>Palmer and I shortly after the AU vs West Virginia game started. AU was already losing 14-0 at this point so I was having to try hard to smile for the camera. Luckily, AU won the game 41-30. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFFDhLLTRm7uFeiwZPifGNcbrRuzHH1bUK2N5qLEXb1gC-M_yzRg1wu0r9KGyoIH8-jFWp-PPP5RzNI1yXCXey7950CVDS2LJ110uyrkGB5Jj83086O18SnWhJZF3ulqhQZyXeLcPjpCwn/s1600-h/IMG_0509.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383610823155079170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFFDhLLTRm7uFeiwZPifGNcbrRuzHH1bUK2N5qLEXb1gC-M_yzRg1wu0r9KGyoIH8-jFWp-PPP5RzNI1yXCXey7950CVDS2LJ110uyrkGB5Jj83086O18SnWhJZF3ulqhQZyXeLcPjpCwn/s320/IMG_0509.JPG" /></a> Bailey playing in her tunnel. She and Mel wore Bama shirts yesterday while Palmer and I wore Auburn shirts. Next week, we'll switch...at least the kids will switch.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrgf6cR93KU7_pg_ak_HBCtJUPmQvoFWybJX1vFgY9fX88C6pEJqQuLawiSCJA0jmHeMQQBrx7XYu4KDdKyVF4i6leMQtRGfispRbS-iwZPF3T6_P-NOaVRGb-6Vn5xkHBZ9bHKeNbF1W/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383610814607651314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrgf6cR93KU7_pg_ak_HBCtJUPmQvoFWybJX1vFgY9fX88C6pEJqQuLawiSCJA0jmHeMQQBrx7XYu4KDdKyVF4i6leMQtRGfispRbS-iwZPF3T6_P-NOaVRGb-6Vn5xkHBZ9bHKeNbF1W/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" /></a> Palmer "playing" in the tunnel.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzF7hyaBRvrsT8TDEDnMR89GZTUx5phLTnvsf_1DoFvR2-kB-ZqmxPelhc518QdBZNnzicnLrmA3bCFjAf0Y3GChe5dxJQymRGdhAFrcby1IyN5MpgLcq9bltBHQoWsVm-ROYfpWIb7lO/s1600-h/IMG_0493.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383610808472964514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzF7hyaBRvrsT8TDEDnMR89GZTUx5phLTnvsf_1DoFvR2-kB-ZqmxPelhc518QdBZNnzicnLrmA3bCFjAf0Y3GChe5dxJQymRGdhAFrcby1IyN5MpgLcq9bltBHQoWsVm-ROYfpWIb7lO/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" /></a> Palmer hanging out in the jumper seat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-44574069019854308262009-09-20T13:49:00.002-04:002009-09-20T13:56:06.662-04:00Palmer Laughing<p>Here is some video footage of Palmer laughing at his Mommy yesterday. Maybe he was laughing at the silly Alabama shirt she was wearing. :) Sorry the footage isn't the greatest, but I had to shoot it in the lowest-quality mode in order for it to upload. We don't have the greatest internet signal here at the house.</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwO6tC17PePg4HV5xcqfxwG7IAV2KJ6DjI8OVehNepPqkWV3RFE3g0Mp9-5L-ZZ8gMICJIaBpw3MY2hRzo' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p><p> </p>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-67074961182825625672009-09-08T21:38:00.015-04:002009-09-08T22:36:19.499-04:00Cancun Trip<div>Despite the ongoing Mexican drug wars and the fact that Mexico has been a hotbed for the H1N1 "swine" flu, Mel and I, along with her brother (Kenneth) and his wife (Meg) took a chance and spent Labor Day weekend in Cancun, Mexico...without children!!! It seems a bit counter-intuitive that we would plan a Mexican vacation during these tough economic times, especially considering the fact that we now have four (well, six if you count the dogs) mouths to feed, but this coming November marks our 5th wedding anniversary and we got a really, really good deal at the Westin Cancun Resort & Spa due to the fact that Mel works for a Westin property. So, we decided it was well worth a small chunk of change...and we were right. We had a really good time, save for one incident with a certain front desk manager of the hotel upon checkout that I won't go further into, but we're definitely happy to be back with Bailey and Palmer. Below are a few pics from our trip. I included some of the resort first and some of us at the end.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOF-0wijwoCxwh7wtC7u907txXTRA15_k-vrUfwdShRS02ahvSowWmAyzzoeZs76zUPX55UQkJUS8uMunF3YfZCf5kMLuN5jtroVoJfXCVtSq-sT883R19O642uiQlmlpG5e2rs4FHHHl/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379278936017086786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOF-0wijwoCxwh7wtC7u907txXTRA15_k-vrUfwdShRS02ahvSowWmAyzzoeZs76zUPX55UQkJUS8uMunF3YfZCf5kMLuN5jtroVoJfXCVtSq-sT883R19O642uiQlmlpG5e2rs4FHHHl/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" /></a>This was the main swimming pool that overlooked the Caribbean Sea and, yes, it had a swim-up bar and, yes, the bartender knew our room numbers by heart by the second day. Notice that there are not many people in this shot. Luckily for us, this was pretty much how it was the entire weekend...no crowds!!! We visited Cancun during the start of the hurricane season so tourist travel was fairly low. We didn't have to wake up early to reserve pool chairs or make reservations at restaurants, etc. It was great!!!</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoN1ISB07kSp6pDz96QO4tIN70Z8RuyauzCh1VqBO6R3sxdWB_7ped_cLpwUQhKXwMNirLjdJr0Iipm8M4XKp_jTAXWQvd02Rs7hGzTcYE4nuI99STKL8VBClLlGbsT9XIWvLnxXkWAJG1/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379278839333015138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoN1ISB07kSp6pDz96QO4tIN70Z8RuyauzCh1VqBO6R3sxdWB_7ped_cLpwUQhKXwMNirLjdJr0Iipm8M4XKp_jTAXWQvd02Rs7hGzTcYE4nuI99STKL8VBClLlGbsT9XIWvLnxXkWAJG1/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" /></a> This is one of a series of four small, triangular pools with the Sea & Stones restaurant (under the grass hut) in the background. The four of us spent one entire afternoon in one of these small pools just relaxing and making fun of the Mexican girl in the thong bikini who was using the timer on her camera to take pics of herself posing in different locations on the beach. We didn't eat at the Sea and Stones restaurant b/c 1) it wasn't open every night and 2) we didn't get our 50% food discount at this restaurant. The description of the restaurant indicates that guests get to cook their food on hot stones and we noticed that at least part of the kitchen was located in a hut built directly into the sand on the beach. Pretty cool, I thought.<br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZrtk9dSMBpoBboncu1HHv4aSskyBM7PmoGwTBdcmeCLDLjb9WgfgBS0uIchntlfNyFF4Mulu6Li0uMsVdfw4avjeuwbMgVdtz6BoUpJnrmY2-AqV5BR_UijMDZJigEPkikr5XjS8YZ-G/s1600-h/IMG_0483.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379278705239707506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZrtk9dSMBpoBboncu1HHv4aSskyBM7PmoGwTBdcmeCLDLjb9WgfgBS0uIchntlfNyFF4Mulu6Li0uMsVdfw4avjeuwbMgVdtz6BoUpJnrmY2-AqV5BR_UijMDZJigEPkikr5XjS8YZ-G/s320/IMG_0483.JPG" /></a> This is and the next pic provide a view of the other set of swimming pools from our 6th floor balcony. These pools were on the non-beach side of the hotel and received the afternoon sun.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqrtHV0EvK0nDs8ALwUs-WLFlJdcJZhs2aIGZD56MKnI9BiowG7e4qZOp7iktTwptuo9a8o52yc9dX4axDr_H1aIhIvm5vZxV3JkYR3WcrvpGFGh8r0U0qFCt6RX_Qt5vtuYYYmVu_WT8n/s1600-h/IMG_0484.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379278589785956690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqrtHV0EvK0nDs8ALwUs-WLFlJdcJZhs2aIGZD56MKnI9BiowG7e4qZOp7iktTwptuo9a8o52yc9dX4axDr_H1aIhIvm5vZxV3JkYR3WcrvpGFGh8r0U0qFCt6RX_Qt5vtuYYYmVu_WT8n/s320/IMG_0484.JPG" /></a> As you can see, the two pools are offset a bit. The larger pool actually had a waterfall that emptied into the smaller pool a few feet below. Kenneth and I enjoyed going over the edge and then climbing back up into the larger pool a time or two. Then we decided that was enough physical activity for one day and proceeded to have another margarita in preparation for dinner and the Alabama / Virginia Tech game.</div><br /><div>We caught a public bus from the front of the hotel to a club where we thought we would be able to catch the game. It turns out they only carry the NFL network so we decided to walk the strip to another sports bar our concierge had told us about. After all, the waitress at the first club said it was only a 10 minute walk. At least, 25 minutes later we arrived at Champions Sports Bar in the Marriott hotel. What we experienced next may have unknowingly changed our lives forever. Yes, we watched the Bama game but the highlight of the night was the fact that we also got to watch the Mexican national soccer team defeat Costa Rica in a Mexican sports bar packed to the brim with crazy Mexican soccer fans. Everytime Mexico scored, the bar, filled with only a couple hundred people, made enough noise to rival Bryant-Denny or Jordan-Hare stadiums on a Fall Saturday afternoon. By the second goal we too we screaming and cheering much to the delight of one old Mexican dude who thought we were pretty funny. Oh yeah, did I mention the disco ball and lights and the Mexican guy on the microphone who yelled "GOOOOOAAAALLLL" everytime Mexico scored? It was awesome and is a worthy addition to anyone's bucket list (i.e. list of things to do before you die).<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6p-7Y_lv-L7BDICs60H4ubSQJwnO1wgIoCMYCb3okjoNqtvKKHkb1dd74JQP0BWZ0iX8f6iIlsC5mgNvPcTlNPqB88CXolh5OU3naW9boH2L1MCXqMfGPP8w4Ha2zG_i99xFKtaAY61Sw/s1600-h/IMG_0476.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379278439501818018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6p-7Y_lv-L7BDICs60H4ubSQJwnO1wgIoCMYCb3okjoNqtvKKHkb1dd74JQP0BWZ0iX8f6iIlsC5mgNvPcTlNPqB88CXolh5OU3naW9boH2L1MCXqMfGPP8w4Ha2zG_i99xFKtaAY61Sw/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" /></a> Iguanas were all over the place. Mel and I came upon this one eating some kind of fruit out by the laguna.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInoxpJjxkCua5jOU22fS48JXoCaQsPZzdiPB9mvggxmdhAN7-7bJqwhre1fnFUdfcV_Mw6oonbOrHKiq55Jbmwfvd2izeTXYhrrBQgiaNb0Xl2EvEeulhz29AMZW5zPSBr4Th4gQlNPrC/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379278268051111090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInoxpJjxkCua5jOU22fS48JXoCaQsPZzdiPB9mvggxmdhAN7-7bJqwhre1fnFUdfcV_Mw6oonbOrHKiq55Jbmwfvd2izeTXYhrrBQgiaNb0Xl2EvEeulhz29AMZW5zPSBr4Th4gQlNPrC/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" /></a> Here we are on a morning walk after a very large breakfast. How 'bout I've got pretty good skills at self portraits and I don't even have a digital camera screen that flips around to the front.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2BdaIe0n-KDhW6sq3BBD0v_qRN5myxUpaL2hoekbCtETFlKlaJu-toHZjHFWEnGFewLbKbdmSDpgNrepIiBysOrMTy_0dKrJSDo9mk3o68XBxLCeNPJ81PK6i4TPu_rIavCFc9TbnKST0/s1600-h/IMG_0479.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379278175176005986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2BdaIe0n-KDhW6sq3BBD0v_qRN5myxUpaL2hoekbCtETFlKlaJu-toHZjHFWEnGFewLbKbdmSDpgNrepIiBysOrMTy_0dKrJSDo9mk3o68XBxLCeNPJ81PK6i4TPu_rIavCFc9TbnKST0/s320/IMG_0479.JPG" /></a>Swimming in the turquoise blue waters of the Mexican Caribbean Sea. We also got to do some pretty decent snorkeling only about a quarter-mile walk down the beach from the hotel. How's that for convenience!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OGNv7pWLfGVsmjbIpU30PFlPATWHoHF3WK21VIMa8buqiS9HpDeIlmC7XBhHSvQqZssYM3WUgZ5l-an5-lLDzHvRCr-tY_8p0b6JOqnqKYolqEj0dingYoLvDOTdh_qd512jd0lN4kU2/s1600-h/IMG_0481.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379278073144719602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OGNv7pWLfGVsmjbIpU30PFlPATWHoHF3WK21VIMa8buqiS9HpDeIlmC7XBhHSvQqZssYM3WUgZ5l-an5-lLDzHvRCr-tY_8p0b6JOqnqKYolqEj0dingYoLvDOTdh_qd512jd0lN4kU2/s320/IMG_0481.JPG" /></a> Mel and I swimming again with our hotel in the background.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSyepHsu81ku87-nHNsGk7nsghSznWu1-nAEei5hjToPXT05GqxhptQkpkKxfzg9ytFt6jZXrM02fj8gr_BEjmXVkPcFioDqSAcROBWPYKQzTKshgYOVfUxBev3gAMZTSyLwqPG_v2Vsc/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379277162081988050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSyepHsu81ku87-nHNsGk7nsghSznWu1-nAEei5hjToPXT05GqxhptQkpkKxfzg9ytFt6jZXrM02fj8gr_BEjmXVkPcFioDqSAcROBWPYKQzTKshgYOVfUxBev3gAMZTSyLwqPG_v2Vsc/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" /></a> Here are all four of us after eating at an authentic Mexican restaurant Kenneth and Meg discovered after talking with the concierge. If we look happy its probably b/c of the fact that the waiter brought us margaritas big enough to swim in!!! Luckily, we also had PLENTY of food to offset all that tequila.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgThG1Kb3WiD7FHsDkwFGVN3WBdDQKR6Kkai4iPGNzwI4r_72n1rJA3evGUS-8zXIWnOm_SuKpBVuS2g3I6rX0bfhfDCPR3zN7lrEAsHdhEWN1DKznnj9kjYkjOpDwtzbGPvwONhXGguk1/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379277030967626738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgThG1Kb3WiD7FHsDkwFGVN3WBdDQKR6Kkai4iPGNzwI4r_72n1rJA3evGUS-8zXIWnOm_SuKpBVuS2g3I6rX0bfhfDCPR3zN7lrEAsHdhEWN1DKznnj9kjYkjOpDwtzbGPvwONhXGguk1/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" /></a> Finally, here we all are after dinner on our first night in Mexico. We ate outside at one of the hotel's restaurants. As I mentioned, the crowds were sparse so there were literally only about three other tables of people besides us. We really enjoyed the fact that we had the property nearly to ourselves.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-7736231951384025842009-09-02T22:15:00.002-04:002009-09-02T22:19:38.197-04:00Palmer's First SmilesPalmer has been smiling and laughing consistently in response to our interactions with him for about a week now, but I have failed to catch it on camera until tonight. Here are a couple pics of Palmer smiling during his bath tonight. We've noticed that, like his sister, he too has dimples; just not as pronounced as Bailey's.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkPPqlH2XjAAjRUuyMd-vMl5WUJv-D-CtmcgcWFXoyszHWwqMLRTzeU_MiXyVE85wx0-9Ho2f92dwLjDX24X_uKitG-yiLw_qom_6QkxSkbbGkhcBys1BEN4KW6rOfDkvj9rCZwu_svqNV/s1600-h/Palmer+Early+Smiles+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377059492123546226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkPPqlH2XjAAjRUuyMd-vMl5WUJv-D-CtmcgcWFXoyszHWwqMLRTzeU_MiXyVE85wx0-9Ho2f92dwLjDX24X_uKitG-yiLw_qom_6QkxSkbbGkhcBys1BEN4KW6rOfDkvj9rCZwu_svqNV/s320/Palmer+Early+Smiles+2.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdXhYYj9g0hNrQRjzH92_XgUHUkLuOLrmHteliM8ZV013JuYHk5GGfSBeyFuO8ev3TYsf9IbUvtwkhFshJAwisI1wVaDjr6cMkI8rKco8HipFyXGMked9IILnSGv0h1tlx4njfEpDThyphenhyphen7/s1600-h/Palmer+Early+Smiles+1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377059483917697570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdXhYYj9g0hNrQRjzH92_XgUHUkLuOLrmHteliM8ZV013JuYHk5GGfSBeyFuO8ev3TYsf9IbUvtwkhFshJAwisI1wVaDjr6cMkI8rKco8HipFyXGMked9IILnSGv0h1tlx4njfEpDThyphenhyphen7/s320/Palmer+Early+Smiles+1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-10232774272339739632009-08-22T22:45:00.004-04:002009-08-22T22:52:52.196-04:00Dinner with the Williams<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPYoy-YhthVR5qhm6nMwrxyhqcByn54NT768BzNKfVGhXrEWSniecVIRqvjxGzPEaQp-Vlas1OqNd3FU8r3r_E0FFsh7dl339-aAugfBpiMfZ09wqxS0fLO-fvAr65krSasTpkLuxTejS/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372985141563405522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPYoy-YhthVR5qhm6nMwrxyhqcByn54NT768BzNKfVGhXrEWSniecVIRqvjxGzPEaQp-Vlas1OqNd3FU8r3r_E0FFsh7dl339-aAugfBpiMfZ09wqxS0fLO-fvAr65krSasTpkLuxTejS/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" /></a> I finally got around to looking for a grilling recipe online for Mahi Mahi filets today and, well, one thing led to another and this is what we ended up with. It's not often that we BOTH pitch in for dinner (usually one is cooking while the other is kid-wrangling); but tonight was an exception, so I thought I'd share. </div><div align="center">I grilled the Mahi Mahi and vegetables (both brushed in a special sauce I found online) on the charcoal grill while Mel fried some okra and prepared some special cilantro-lime rice. The idea for cilantro-lime rice came to us while eating lunch at Chipotle, a new Mexican restaurant here in Greenville. That's what they use in their dishes and we figured it couldn't be too hard. Everything turned out really well and we both agreed these recipes were keepers.</div><div align="center">Of course...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHJP19JWq2cd8MzC7uBF5BpPYbAh5nqVtZGHPauSUEGptPSAmE63x5ooGAOYJQw5IQHTC6ebQxdsvnOme9-CoNwWxlSoVaC5i8ql05uh2WmWQWr9XqMBLuWYrmGCtt3E-bUPUMbfLCEqA/s1600-h/IMG_0444.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372985023944862418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHJP19JWq2cd8MzC7uBF5BpPYbAh5nqVtZGHPauSUEGptPSAmE63x5ooGAOYJQw5IQHTC6ebQxdsvnOme9-CoNwWxlSoVaC5i8ql05uh2WmWQWr9XqMBLuWYrmGCtt3E-bUPUMbfLCEqA/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" /></a> ...the only problem with a big, awesome dinner is the big, not-awesome cleanup afterwards. Oh well, it was well worth it. <br /><br /><br /></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-37297407118059994092009-08-22T22:28:00.010-04:002009-08-22T22:44:50.615-04:00Toddler 1 Fieldtrip to Jump ZoneA few weeks ago, Bailey's Toddler 1 class at daycare took a fieldtrip to Jump Zone for one last hoorah before moving up to the next class. Jump Zone is a warehouse that holds a few large inflatable slides and moonwalks as well as some playsets (which you can purchase for the low low price of $3,200). It took Bailey a little while to get warmed up to the place; in part, because of a 20ft tall Batman staring down at her from the front of one of the inflatables. Once she got going, though, she had a good time.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5DeKmA9lNMWl2k0wTctj0oX0yE5Y_N1zEpXBldHvbooXc7TimAdEmT7C-1p6GoIPLlGwAbmr3Ur72cvK6f-80SJVY5D2me8kPHUTOEdDpooLnAYuKpA17F0AHLAYrjMFKQ80khalNiiL/s1600-h/Jump+Zone_Toddler+2+Fieldtrip+(10).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372981969381952722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5DeKmA9lNMWl2k0wTctj0oX0yE5Y_N1zEpXBldHvbooXc7TimAdEmT7C-1p6GoIPLlGwAbmr3Ur72cvK6f-80SJVY5D2me8kPHUTOEdDpooLnAYuKpA17F0AHLAYrjMFKQ80khalNiiL/s320/Jump+Zone_Toddler+2+Fieldtrip+(10).JPG" /></a>Here, Bailey is posing in front of all the different things to play on at Jump Zone. As you can see, the place is packed pretty tight. Luckily, no one else was there besides Bailey's class so they had the run of the place. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryIKPhkRXOwicLzqE738SHkd4ZLU7CfFkl3rYtsOWgUmDMyQ62U7W29fLzLRFN5D7e-L8pRn4gq4dgdXC16CtNYA7D5Uen-UkMDkbLQ8kQE7olT1aTptmLPXFaIPrbcTdkrOCZF66TLg3/s1600-h/Jump+Zone_Toddler+2+Fieldtrip.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372981852628902930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryIKPhkRXOwicLzqE738SHkd4ZLU7CfFkl3rYtsOWgUmDMyQ62U7W29fLzLRFN5D7e-L8pRn4gq4dgdXC16CtNYA7D5Uen-UkMDkbLQ8kQE7olT1aTptmLPXFaIPrbcTdkrOCZF66TLg3/s320/Jump+Zone_Toddler+2+Fieldtrip.JPG" /></a> Bailey showing some skills by climbing the ladder by herself while smiling for the camera. She's a natural.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqiGQlu-znkc1b1aznMxGJSdfaCfme2QIM4UO_eotjaaOklRAa8cVX5nFMntB2y4UbHUhvjnWFkc1LfhUrIVD-bwYtxcSV9C7-ABqEc2_gwNMLR7TSuVKDkSXU6EiI06pzkQ6oEKRct_gY/s1600-h/Jump+Zone_Toddler+2+Fieldtrip+(5).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372981521674007506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqiGQlu-znkc1b1aznMxGJSdfaCfme2QIM4UO_eotjaaOklRAa8cVX5nFMntB2y4UbHUhvjnWFkc1LfhUrIVD-bwYtxcSV9C7-ABqEc2_gwNMLR7TSuVKDkSXU6EiI06pzkQ6oEKRct_gY/s320/Jump+Zone_Toddler+2+Fieldtrip+(5).JPG" /></a> Ms. Cindy (one of Bailey's teachers) helping her out of the moonwalk.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZaFDbCGYJczX8q6mlMDxzm1xij5FU4aPgvoG5_laV5429dg7jPyeoMAG8Cw_Ir3VvM0fXtAsX2hNxGINqIlq0tk4cOS16CXQiItr6nKbE9uLzaJgCaZqxKikWQhEdjH86Z5yQuU1mJ1L/s1600-h/Jump+Zone_Toddler+2+Fieldtrip+(4).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372981388931897074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZaFDbCGYJczX8q6mlMDxzm1xij5FU4aPgvoG5_laV5429dg7jPyeoMAG8Cw_Ir3VvM0fXtAsX2hNxGINqIlq0tk4cOS16CXQiItr6nKbE9uLzaJgCaZqxKikWQhEdjH86Z5yQuU1mJ1L/s320/Jump+Zone_Toddler+2+Fieldtrip+(4).JPG" /></a>Bailey diving headfirst into the Snow White inflatable. This one was pretty cool for the little-uns b/c it had a small jumping area inside as well as a short ladder up to a slide.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTeC2pfOLHgZ_nwHye_nkp1X3zdyRbs6rC_NLVpX1pUAMy70xj1e3csLRIeFSrd8E0jHAEGlJy9H1CxN5958h_PnK5N7Xph9FE1xQSQpuLCRHMR3uLWuO4n_vb_ugh2ecqBRDuA3WPukQV/s1600-h/Jump+Zone_Toddler+2+Fieldtrip+(7).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372981083206393234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTeC2pfOLHgZ_nwHye_nkp1X3zdyRbs6rC_NLVpX1pUAMy70xj1e3csLRIeFSrd8E0jHAEGlJy9H1CxN5958h_PnK5N7Xph9FE1xQSQpuLCRHMR3uLWuO4n_vb_ugh2ecqBRDuA3WPukQV/s320/Jump+Zone_Toddler+2+Fieldtrip+(7).JPG" /></a> Bailey careening head-first down the aforementioned slide. Maybe we can find her a Cracker Jacks tatoo that reads, "Ain't skeered"!</div></div></div></div><br /></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-23095874007614535812009-08-12T22:12:00.013-04:002009-08-14T16:56:36.760-04:00Feeding the DucksThis past weekend I realized we had some old frozen hamburger buns in the freezer that we weren't going to eat so I decided to take Bailey over to the lake to feed the ducks. We've never tried feeding the ducks before so I was interested to see whether she would feed them herself or simply watch me do it. We started off with me holding Bailey and letting her throw food to them from the safety of my arms. Surprisingly, when I asked her after only a few minutes if she wanted down she said yes! We made it through with no incidents or newly embedded fears of quacking animals so I the trip was definitely a success!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1OEPw8vRlAUfXLczVUdI5-Xtwl5gjQnzbsM6aXER5pGBaiBFmeNt0oI6qmZP2pKCJK1ZorF_rAoGG3kMBr3PGOGlSjoHm4a9gjcinI-hzwIPkjqWfMqSNgT5GfQfTgRnWfU9xgo7oPOYI/s1600-h/IMG_0410.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369272018808978914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1OEPw8vRlAUfXLczVUdI5-Xtwl5gjQnzbsM6aXER5pGBaiBFmeNt0oI6qmZP2pKCJK1ZorF_rAoGG3kMBr3PGOGlSjoHm4a9gjcinI-hzwIPkjqWfMqSNgT5GfQfTgRnWfU9xgo7oPOYI/s320/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here come the ducks! You'll notice that this white duck (we'll call him Bob) seems to be in almost every picture. That's because he had no qualms about letting us know he was hungry and wanted food. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7ZUMaJah-mXYGIkDmScElQ4WAmW7CuHJghKlPHCR37He_hOUZ6M3RwDSLMkADLuKkzVqBDgH5N4xaXe6r17daXfYwLh2n1_C7RT4fulBpS_5n19sntEeknEn-qrThuUJVdIM2bwZM1Od/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369271848566250114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7ZUMaJah-mXYGIkDmScElQ4WAmW7CuHJghKlPHCR37He_hOUZ6M3RwDSLMkADLuKkzVqBDgH5N4xaXe6r17daXfYwLh2n1_C7RT4fulBpS_5n19sntEeknEn-qrThuUJVdIM2bwZM1Od/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here, Bob was employing his strategy of getting as close to Bailey and the food as he possibly could to try and take the food out of her hands. He also tried a few sneak attacks from behind. Luckily, I'm smarter and quicker than Bob so I was able to prevent him from nipping her hand.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ntleYvBoGjhEJY1rZTwjdgubNrFjZXmA49omQ7KsIgCvgjwy1jmMSC_60D0mzx0-6PyIfuYp6TdYmCajcoiiDmz3aoOZnxD7MSv1-x3zUsqkGHyvn8b2Oin8LcoWHdyHjBGJlEVATh3i/s1600-h/IMG_0412.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369267988509938706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ntleYvBoGjhEJY1rZTwjdgubNrFjZXmA49omQ7KsIgCvgjwy1jmMSC_60D0mzx0-6PyIfuYp6TdYmCajcoiiDmz3aoOZnxD7MSv1-x3zUsqkGHyvn8b2Oin8LcoWHdyHjBGJlEVATh3i/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bailey smiling for the camera with, guess who...good ol' Bob not far behind.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbjQigv_ojw6VOQ5s4iuq9Z6VEobuAlsv0Ks0Qb-6Mzh57vD46HQCYx1XYvU6HzS28bZIN7ZY_dj8dUI9a9k1-onlMY3n_sHjkZh9B8eLdeepB-R-BsLWRlx6ljT6Cx7OrERGN9GFUz102/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369267825006831362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbjQigv_ojw6VOQ5s4iuq9Z6VEobuAlsv0Ks0Qb-6Mzh57vD46HQCYx1XYvU6HzS28bZIN7ZY_dj8dUI9a9k1-onlMY3n_sHjkZh9B8eLdeepB-R-BsLWRlx6ljT6Cx7OrERGN9GFUz102/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bailey and Bob just hangin out. Bailey was out of bread at this point, but Bob stuck close by just in case.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75TCU3a1Ec1Bttk2AH4XlcjlxbxlVhsy5VP6fb2WrXkAKHTF_c_ed1rqM0QyXV7RgB1B8i_yKRY9mJzRnoY5H_NGtZEaINFcDKnwymf2RiAmqqUaspvknc_IIzYPNAZimUwo9VMG03EyB/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369267674765324210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75TCU3a1Ec1Bttk2AH4XlcjlxbxlVhsy5VP6fb2WrXkAKHTF_c_ed1rqM0QyXV7RgB1B8i_yKRY9mJzRnoY5H_NGtZEaINFcDKnwymf2RiAmqqUaspvknc_IIzYPNAZimUwo9VMG03EyB/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bailey waving bye to all the ducks once they finally gave up on the possibility of more bread.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfAn7TMhkrXvWhxvsUnbpQjyc_sPN7NFrqYWYDUv8kU919ZX4JhBvn7onXthGnh20HmC9LQF09k9spywnI2SxnSpySLU4igKQr_QMk9iJhM5JSScCoNOfxYC9jE4N6AZcNiXOmsoBPtac-/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369267540969588834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfAn7TMhkrXvWhxvsUnbpQjyc_sPN7NFrqYWYDUv8kU919ZX4JhBvn7onXthGnh20HmC9LQF09k9spywnI2SxnSpySLU4igKQr_QMk9iJhM5JSScCoNOfxYC9jE4N6AZcNiXOmsoBPtac-/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here are some baby ducklings that we tried to feed. We decided it would be in their best interests to stop b/c they got trampled by all the other bigger ducks every time a piece of bread landed near them. And, yes, that's Bob in the background. <div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-38784009227172455242009-08-12T21:56:00.004-04:002009-08-14T16:43:13.101-04:00Mr. T Starter Kit<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixeLMo9xc1dQQMlCpoD9R8kc9N2QGPbNh9AJOmDaazk49NiGmFgc4M82Sqy3Qh7k-KPeWslOpQ0GHPtjtS6iqn3y1_eWFyA2vhOtzW-nftAfDna-zHA0kM-h5p0SE01yAJNVbv3PaiTkzo/s1600-h/0812091856.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369261774803366242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixeLMo9xc1dQQMlCpoD9R8kc9N2QGPbNh9AJOmDaazk49NiGmFgc4M82Sqy3Qh7k-KPeWslOpQ0GHPtjtS6iqn3y1_eWFyA2vhOtzW-nftAfDna-zHA0kM-h5p0SE01yAJNVbv3PaiTkzo/s320/0812091856.jpg" border="0" /></a> I PITY THA' FOOL THAT...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Doesn't do exactly what "The Bae-Bae" says.</div><div align="center">Makes "The Bae-Bae" eat all the food on "The Bae-Bae's" plate before giving "The Bae-Bae" yogurt.</div><div align="center">Makes "The Bae-Bae" go to bed when "The Bae-Bae's" not ("yaaaawn") tired.</div><div align="center">Takes "The Bae-Bae's" juice away just because "The Bae-Bae" threw it at Duncan's head.<br /></div><div align="center">The list goes on and on and on...</div><div align="center"></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-23268957746422432702009-07-26T14:00:00.013-04:002009-07-27T11:29:54.851-04:00Cleveland ParkWe went to Cleveland Park near downtown Greenville yesterday morning to play around on the "little-kid" playground for awhile and had a pretty good time. We arrived shortly before the zoo opened for the day, which is likely the only reason we were able to find a parking spot. It didn't take long for the parking lots to fill up and a huge line to form at the zoo entrance. Luckily for us, we were just there for the playground. Check out a few pictures below:<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxqTgPwFoippMC7400xfaGpAMc4Zw6fEOeI9y91WEEpCj_EWyJgS4F0jf7gErBZY8E7eu-uHKWenwjY28gO4wCTV5dlcVoXXLqZdONTNHhF7cA0q721OKbfraCdWZayDsWuBMoXthwvy2p/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362834025554810034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxqTgPwFoippMC7400xfaGpAMc4Zw6fEOeI9y91WEEpCj_EWyJgS4F0jf7gErBZY8E7eu-uHKWenwjY28gO4wCTV5dlcVoXXLqZdONTNHhF7cA0q721OKbfraCdWZayDsWuBMoXthwvy2p/s320/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" /></a>Bailey sliding down the twisty slide. </div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWOvGtXPBGz9ZhGH7IufyPrlwjcmfaNcihquizp-xJkKUiQl40E6JL9_2OEG06K05LZFo5KgpW8KDW1waBz239zYX7MQ4H2BTT9q-clFb2niB3OT2iOuMRv5y4Ke0gi77cPObDYxG8i_nD/s1600-h/IMG_0359.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362833896331136194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWOvGtXPBGz9ZhGH7IufyPrlwjcmfaNcihquizp-xJkKUiQl40E6JL9_2OEG06K05LZFo5KgpW8KDW1waBz239zYX7MQ4H2BTT9q-clFb2niB3OT2iOuMRv5y4Ke0gi77cPObDYxG8i_nD/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" border="0" /></a> At only two years old, I've already seen numerous flashes of climbing brilliance from my little girl. She reached the top of this 7-foot climbing wall with little to no assistance from me. Rest assured that as soon as she can fit in a climbing harness safely I'm gonna have her on a wall at the local climbing gym and then...onto the real stuff!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSCo-qQDy5uD3h4uTyuYQKUrC5b6eX7Bdn8jCvZ8dad6baCJ0my8zD4ED3BCegL8-fXMjhZlH9TmfdQtujX96mSLO_nIfdWavR6sEjX8KVCmyVKVOR8FvVD-rKJz85L8nhmt7Rzudrw8B/s1600-h/IMG_0365.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362833772917583554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSCo-qQDy5uD3h4uTyuYQKUrC5b6eX7Bdn8jCvZ8dad6baCJ0my8zD4ED3BCegL8-fXMjhZlH9TmfdQtujX96mSLO_nIfdWavR6sEjX8KVCmyVKVOR8FvVD-rKJz85L8nhmt7Rzudrw8B/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" border="0" /></a> Palmer had a good time at the park, as well. At least, I assume he did, b/c he didn't cry any. :) Here, he's chillin in his carrier with me supervising while Bailey runs all over the playground with Mel trying to keep up.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHn3Sdz4qoOAsAUnf9THjDRkX3R6O3M20Pu803PTRFglzlCl_0x4JAhJ7IPrRyAGadAI7oRam9ofUidVOr0DKFt_kHjOzBHeHd633HJxDTbeWQhWH0yhFpewPZL6caXfnuGNrjg_FDwSi/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362833657081993282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHn3Sdz4qoOAsAUnf9THjDRkX3R6O3M20Pu803PTRFglzlCl_0x4JAhJ7IPrRyAGadAI7oRam9ofUidVOr0DKFt_kHjOzBHeHd633HJxDTbeWQhWH0yhFpewPZL6caXfnuGNrjg_FDwSi/s320/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" /></a> One thing Bailey likes to do on any playground is find a crossbar and swing back and forth a few feet off the ground. She usually comes across such a crossbar at the top of the tallest slide on the playground leaving Mel and I to hope she doesn't slip when in a precarious position. One of the tricks of parenting a fearless toddler that we're having to learn is identifying the line between giving her some freedom and protecting her from unnecessary danger. Thankfully, Bailey has a pretty good grip and enough sense not to let go of the bar.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHSoC7HblpE9-VtQqO221w6-2G27K3OdkTj2Qd5_3n891oFDjrzy6YIy-LZqOQmS6O33VhdcQipuw48FOo-bAqyjEnyPCmNveAzGV5Ob1wwOdYA1mkhM9QyEWRmrRoCVPeWM8poxpF73aA/s1600-h/IMG_0358.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362833453574379442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHSoC7HblpE9-VtQqO221w6-2G27K3OdkTj2Qd5_3n891oFDjrzy6YIy-LZqOQmS6O33VhdcQipuw48FOo-bAqyjEnyPCmNveAzGV5Ob1wwOdYA1mkhM9QyEWRmrRoCVPeWM8poxpF73aA/s320/IMG_0358.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mel and Palmer taking a break in the shade while I get ready to take my turn chasing Bailey.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdnI44gUUQhGsVCeK-oM7TRmsZrBZq7whufN89NgbCFm8hreZvyYiLwnZCUOqkGGwBUSiPZhJuuNaxS_b4ikA6jQoz8bW8xKh00lQz_XgwD_-ma7PchZegRuW-ndg-U84hLXxnfDwt45_T/s1600-h/IMG_0367.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362833333848874722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdnI44gUUQhGsVCeK-oM7TRmsZrBZq7whufN89NgbCFm8hreZvyYiLwnZCUOqkGGwBUSiPZhJuuNaxS_b4ikA6jQoz8bW8xKh00lQz_XgwD_-ma7PchZegRuW-ndg-U84hLXxnfDwt45_T/s320/IMG_0367.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bailey crawling through a tunnel with Mel watching the background.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfJ9iZf7N3vzBZSr7ubjyKbwf7I99HJx57K34PMz3hikxykBhpGdzQrtTOVaeyeHIhDTDq5ahZRBEqT_P8B3tVvfn7V_iCx9fuSTMDIcIRQI9VacILsR5P1htsk8BMoAIXhCBESjt4wtj/s1600-h/IMG_0370.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362833129665855778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfJ9iZf7N3vzBZSr7ubjyKbwf7I99HJx57K34PMz3hikxykBhpGdzQrtTOVaeyeHIhDTDq5ahZRBEqT_P8B3tVvfn7V_iCx9fuSTMDIcIRQI9VacILsR5P1htsk8BMoAIXhCBESjt4wtj/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me hanging out with Palmer for a few minutes.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiki8k3HutB3u85dJwjv_VMPqGAigO_R58xVl3Ivw0UTBM-N4XSkakEhnnZ2jXE8MbR3jxp0_WwdDfKqLK92-hlY7DvfmeoMn1pI9c471utKiIwhllqxOzNe52ALyM9_62xidMQuiEP0U9x/s1600-h/IMG_0369.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362832897043962642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiki8k3HutB3u85dJwjv_VMPqGAigO_R58xVl3Ivw0UTBM-N4XSkakEhnnZ2jXE8MbR3jxp0_WwdDfKqLK92-hlY7DvfmeoMn1pI9c471utKiIwhllqxOzNe52ALyM9_62xidMQuiEP0U9x/s320/IMG_0369.JPG" border="0" /></a> I recently taught Bailey how to swing on her stomach and she, of course, loves it. <div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-31332670533642539232009-07-22T21:15:00.007-04:002009-07-27T11:25:06.946-04:00Gulf Shores 2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63I2X-77vUG5j87VK4Ben62pF86BpvtnbeO7RKwcbhdZDcvTZTgKzp1B8KzKadsa4fmHTc9Nq1BnrFcW-6JCoqVSlCnH_zKnAHq2lNcjqqENNKqjOgzdR8R1bLsUv_ppgKcQiKaKEhE9P/s1600-h/Misc+146.jpg"></a><div>So, we made our annual trip to Gulf Shores a little earlier this month and, as usual, had a pretty darn good time. We split the trip into two days by making a stop in B'ham, where we got to see some old friends and their kids for a night. We had six adults, four two-year-olds, two babies, and two dogs running around and we somehow managed to put away a couple pizzas in the middle of it all. Yes, we are becoming more and more talented everyday. We made it to the Gulf for the 4th of July this year, which made for a crowded Gulf Shores (and Hwy 59), but a good time nonetheless. In fact, the city's fireworks show took place on a barge directly in front of our condo. We don't have a ton of pics from this year's trip, primarily because we were occupied with two kids instead of just one. (We may have to just hire a photographer if we have more kids.) But, I hope you enjoy the ones we do have.</div><div> </div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361459303368530770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuE-6jjpTQtq89Mrx-wodYk5O5ncVcjCuh3dZtWXvtrTgwc9NkREymRJ4Bx-Y-Zw4aGEoE-sw0UraHF_9-VtIUo-ljE1mbh-5KoupkYbRWD3ZoLG_xwPAGH0JFsDzRX68wyyFdWk7Ao-SM/s320/Misc+132.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Here's the new and improved Williams family wading in the not-so-warm waters of the Gulf.</div><div align="center"> </div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361459311559037122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTgUwXshEDFHbfKUdbLVb8_rR9S94K5kOnE-28iUfkSge8D9urTRvebFxU8PN3ZDvpE4kz_wa2yZGD5nXrZdtlxq1RrFrja6MnANh1h3IJA67JkZF0gwr-THIgZvsXGc4ZAc1-yom8NPm0/s320/Misc+130.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Me, Mel, & Palmer on the beach.</div><div align="center"> </div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361459321423825762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcnQzrZR4rVzI1HmuQtO87ZwuL3c1OYQm432oiHIhQwpl62qcoXWKeovYoV2Xht20X2TXRWtr_8qhaKfFm1K_Gh7fDKEhXPbQKoaruzHoKZq5eu3Y_ahMBAFCNCRcSCs-9MqcAqVoJeygA/s320/Misc+114.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Bailey really enjoyed playing the swimming pool at the Regada condo. Her understanding of a swimming pool is nothing more than a kiddie-pool with a built-in slide so the huge pool at the condo was awesome.</div><div align="center"> </div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361460362264548338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgST8yANf2ptCqj0nTuwROceLKFM130JVcxa8T_4UAW9e-VcPM_gGW1RF5zctFvgMSyyFMI9lH73LZQTgTRRLVKlVGajFeTtJcN6iJNLKfZGPcUURZ5tJKTH_ralvp9dbRAfW6cSkVjmQ5L/s320/Misc+112.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Palmer spent a lot of time, whether in the condo or by the pool, just snoozin'. As a result, I realized near the end of the trip that I didn't have many pics of him, b/c he didn't do anything active. Oh well, next year will be different.</div><div align="center"> </div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361459326717874194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc1Qh4v7UNZh8m1KX7tA18kUWqA1ezx2fGGmuYDIQIwLrphVB7ADrCHxL2Mao820vEaR96LznJxkVhEkwyO1aZ8n9y_CTjJhBa7vNbSEo_EEy2OZnKDl7twMHZr_0-4G9DWHTINw__d-WB/s320/Misc+119.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Bailey, Grammy, and Papa on the beach.</div><div align="center"> </div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361459334597601842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZnRcVUy6QwEz5BfPCoABpGYdcoJz76tzd8kyBFlWBnRINHnVJUzsbNC6vy24fXKrXFFVlnqkQpk2fBTwD5vbcAT-e6KqIsrk-1o3a4tWyLpQA9UDKrubVD3InJ7Gf2ERurNSrerVlLINR/s320/Misc+122.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Woody brought his sailboat over to the beach house we stayed in with Mel's family and we took full advantage of it. Bailey stayed ashore this year, but we may try to get her out on the boat next year. We saw a ton of dolphins this year and they got really close to the boat (as in coming out of the water within 3 feet of the boat)!</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361461659602451074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKrRyA0ORlbGCUR_BxKegSTIZvp1EPucfa4IdnAt3xnr8YcoWGY62CWWmIhf1Kl5Xy0WhscO5cHQP96vbVaR-9SWUpL7Sh7Q8QqbgDl5rC-jzfE-a94sAByet1NZDwXZmiTXFGeafnXrW/s320/Misc+127.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Bailey working on her sand castle. Uncle Kenneth and Gran taught her the technique of dripping wet sand over the top of the towers.</div><div></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdyjeTX5T80KwqwI1P_hZJlf6TZmj-2YshiMuNdbv0lRPYCIs2kmi3Ly3DbLcyZhJ_6Q4csJx93CtcWul9YfbB5vUSaYlf6Z2sp14bLdkWvc3mnzHYjALlZcyCjzjA9VcRvAlP1oX42UDi/s1600-h/Misc+139.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361461654826701762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdyjeTX5T80KwqwI1P_hZJlf6TZmj-2YshiMuNdbv0lRPYCIs2kmi3Ly3DbLcyZhJ_6Q4csJx93CtcWul9YfbB5vUSaYlf6Z2sp14bLdkWvc3mnzHYjALlZcyCjzjA9VcRvAlP1oX42UDi/s320/Misc+139.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bailey and Uncle Kenneth playing in the Gulf.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlm96ln6Eb8_fqcsM7KP0Aqh_-iyxjB0xD5x6BpLsQdhScdY3l5qjFxpmVZbBkI1N6v2qJGzJvTSsaMTxqcr74-RKy97Fr-akBFGARIdAxmbqoi6EAfOZlSzhcjKiybyEnWx6IKYPBdbM/s1600-h/Misc+120.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361461651023723090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlm96ln6Eb8_fqcsM7KP0Aqh_-iyxjB0xD5x6BpLsQdhScdY3l5qjFxpmVZbBkI1N6v2qJGzJvTSsaMTxqcr74-RKy97Fr-akBFGARIdAxmbqoi6EAfOZlSzhcjKiybyEnWx6IKYPBdbM/s320/Misc+120.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bailey, cousin Katie, and Katie's friend, Camile, playing with bubbles on the back deck overlooking the beach.</div></div>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568727274189247424.post-57282498515807073252009-06-18T12:06:00.006-04:002009-06-19T15:04:01.073-04:00A Busy Weekend<p>Recently, I've received some positive feedback on my writing associated with this blog. I definitely appreciate the complements, b/c I am by no means a writer. Unfortunately, however, the quality of writing in this post is destined to under-achieve as it is the end of my first full week back to work since Palmer was born and I'm feeling it. So, to anyone who has complemented my writing recently please give me a pass this one time before withdrawing your complements. :)</p><p>Life has definitely been busy since Palmer arrived exactly two weeks ago so I've lincluded just a few snapshots of what we've been up to. (Actually, each of the pics below were taken during the first week after his arrival. You know...when the excitement and adrenaline were still flowing. We've spent the entire second week just trying to survive.)</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348700342388776034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKAktCQWRFjYEex-W5ncDBexknNRmdgRj2ft9w6AOFe8YrxL1mJUxPCpnRfIyeDfKL2wdG8z4pZsYuHNKOEkRm4JYfHBuS6i51x1Q3JRpX3cGGBXxWGwcYUZ2K3pGq18LXcMRjuDxR6AD4/s320/Misc+003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">The day I returned to work a nasty little storm blew through Greenville. I actually watched the rain approach the downtown area from the really-freaking-big window in my office (I always like to throw the fact that I have an awesome window with a view of the mountains in whenever I can...of course, my "office" is technically a cube but it's really-freaking-big too and has a door that shuts so its basically an office.) It only lasted about 15 minutes from start to finish but it took its toll, especially on our neighborhood. Mel called and told me we had a tree down that was blocking one of the streets so I knew I was in for some work when I got home. We were also left without power for about three hours. I was surprised to find that most of our neighborhood was littered with downed trees. We actually just lost the top half of one of our many trees, but it was enough to create over an hour's worth of work dragging it out of the street. Luckily, it landed about two feet shy of hitting our neighbor's van. I like Mel's comment, though, about it taking nothing more than a scratch to total his van. Either way, I'm glad not to have to deal with it.</p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348700349025470274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpeAWxUR6sPpKscd2wZaU65U9PuyASbdGMEsACPmQt1pRrjXWu-48UuJe5z0Kx2foMgPs71Sw63-Zr39StPDwkO8vj6ZYGJPlUrg0qe1EgicfEYgJwrVApXquuBx42XJArdnLmDh1IisJ0/s320/Misc+006.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Meanwhile, Bailey was being her usual too-cute-for-her-own-good self and playing away in the house. She LOVES the Mardi Gras beads that Grammy brought her last weekend. She still screams with excitement everytime she comes home from school and sees them lying around.</p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348700351848916194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL56azEi1nsTUOkZ-f44sOHp67LtwXb3l18WBKFdMQ4dxfn9mrr3-ldaW1X6gPYPIlgVngxEVU9Gqlp0KKF7cAIuVsg1nxh9Ge32b3eah-uyjPEWmHSIhHyly4PmLQSUt21HxkFg7v0fwN/s320/Misc+007.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">I just like this picture of Bailey b/c it shows off her gorgeous eyes.</p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348700363055139890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnu_cDrpZrpx3UXCeYQHHz5n85ZotWr4QP7qiaiiCEqs2Ob5YrQ4gTf6-wlV6MSob0_Q_2lX19tB8PRdNsAKHMfLg8EcYW8WnUFvHbAiWxrd1t-fNFWErRgq9p97iRMrHzbkoxecU8DJQ5/s320/Misc+008.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Rosemary and her daughter, Amelia, came over for dinner the same evening of the storm. I was actually still cleaning up the tree debris when they arrived. Luckily, Rosemary cooked dinner for us at her house prior to the storm so we were able to enjoy a nice hot dinner even though we had no power at the time.</p><p align="center">Rosemary is the Director of Music at our church and has become pretty good friends with Mel. (I like her too, of course.) Her husband, Joe, is in the military and just recently left for officer training for either three or six months somewhere in the Midwest. So, we make sure we give Rosemary and baby Amelia some company from time to time.</p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348700369778916146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcMu9FRbGkch_t1xNV3bxGMD_YSnWY21_g9gd8AUE-EArPo3ABaQfGU-CjxRFAb6NeBawWfQoDFzmLUisjQYLOMfLpqJWQ8DrDpFFOI7n_A-_kxzLrrcRiq2uscbUocmvup5wceOFCt-fl/s320/Misc+011.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">We also bought a double stroller for the kids and decided to give it a test drive through the neighborhood. Actually, we just walked back and forth along the one flat street in our neighborhood b/c it was really hot and that darn stroller is really hard to push up hills with both kids in it.</p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348700535600577810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEoV9BgUukex7SRMw4-Aq9Oh1fojUepgwvYuHId3tMzOf50Wj4rx9MvYqzmtaYEM93bRUDpHaruHMlwRC4eIpu0oMRgfQ-DPRVuVAfVx-CtfOmSQOpabV0TQDOT6pIlUcLlH6j_cItHgZP/s320/Misc+014.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center">Here's a pic of Palmer doing one of the things he does...eat, sleep, cry, and nothing.</p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348700538127801106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7n4Iqja1ZWK3pMAZigKe_8QLxR4fZyMM_RCupoGlKcV2bNUym_qy0MZjp4K_qia0ckCPfzv-1UVKCBq_sWmEQ1WyEGG3AqTmCFF2A_Qo7cBcBCy92myQywhKK4b5yTpbJ5qbGjautwpsq/s320/Misc+016.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Me, Bailey, and Gran watched the rain hit the skylights in the den one afternoon.</p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348700550477559554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIpR21m9FyYoexSJrRrr4QtNjtjqwDZJrUdYrWMSpYm2jqSumsoK8E3ed9u3LJ455TwrKXZJGV-1iXYXneTqHYffwM9dfztVUlHyb7E4G5uwMOvlF2gKmbWk4Qc1BrwE1vHiHHZzm57Tid/s320/Misc+017.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Everyone, including myself, took on at least one project for one or both of the kids during the week. My project was to build an old-fashioned rope swing in the backyard for Bailey. It kind of turned into a personal vendetta against the idiot employee at Home Depot who acted like I was inept at woodwork and told me my only choice was to spend $25 on the pre-fabricated pastic one that they had for sale. Forget that, I thought. It actually turned out better than I expected. It's attached to about a 20ft rope so it swings well. I made the seat from a 1"x8"x12' piece of wood, and covered it in some cool indoor/outdoor fabric (this was Mel's idea) so Bailey doesn't get splinters in her rear end. Bailey really enjoys the swing, which is very satisfying to me, but Mel will probably tell you that I enjoy it more than Bailey.</p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348700554231066466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlRBuT6I7-EandGrgzNeosnu7SsCZskOr44ZyPd6-DdHBjePnrnC8udXHxtsSwubN6CIKHPcXZjxlNw8zFkRJfJojkkb4hg_tVRrcje0eqpAWtRpLlzkJNF6AKkHD7stsyrg6a4askANLL/s320/Misc+018.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Bailey getting a push from Daddy on the new swing.</p><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWHr-jLEEwF3rPuGSqUKGuaB_q8D1eomUUbVSkgstKbopAZGQrsf3GWyxox6_p6BbLVDvTQHUawXY613ZiD3kHzv74EMwdR_gI8SKPQCcQNFNzRJ5mB6ZIybhNNugvyWNuhvGYUeq1yUdq/s1600-h/Misc+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348700556753486450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWHr-jLEEwF3rPuGSqUKGuaB_q8D1eomUUbVSkgstKbopAZGQrsf3GWyxox6_p6BbLVDvTQHUawXY613ZiD3kHzv74EMwdR_gI8SKPQCcQNFNzRJ5mB6ZIybhNNugvyWNuhvGYUeq1yUdq/s320/Misc+019.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center">Finally, of course, I spent a little time just hanging out with Palmer. Here, we were watching a little of Game 5 of the NBA finals between the Lakers and the Magic. If he looks a little unenthusiastic its b/c he's sad its not yet football season.</p>Scott Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08598995866592209130noreply@blogger.com2