<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:25:13.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuley Times</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-2425266145222027587</id><published>2011-04-29T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T12:30:29.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Kaylinn Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KAYLINN&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story #1 happened 2 weeks ago.  We went to Wednesday night church, and as usual I bathed the kids before we left because we get home too late.  I set out a cute dress for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; to put on because she LOVES dresses and skirts.  When we got home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; jumped out of the car and dress jumped with her.  It was then that I noticed she wasn't wearing any PANTIES!!!  I was mortified to say the least, and I asked her about it.  Her response was, "Don't worry, mom, I didn't show anyone."   WHAT??????  Never did I think to remind her about underwear, just assumed that was a known part of the wardrobe.  I'll be paying for kids in her Bible class to go to therapy for years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story #2 happened last week.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; was invited to spend the night with her cousin, Audrey.  She was stoked to say the least.  In all her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; she told me that she wish Ashley (her aunt) was her mom.  I just kind of smirked and asked her "Why?".  Her reply was, "Because she is SO beautiful!"....then followed it with, "but your cute too."  I just almost peed my pants laughing.  I wish I could video tape these moments when they happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-2425266145222027587?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2425266145222027587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=2425266145222027587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2425266145222027587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2425266145222027587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2011/04/funny-kaylinn-stories.html' title='Funny Kaylinn Stories'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-7319858821550371919</id><published>2011-04-29T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T06:21:35.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at the Zhttp://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41sb_e0lkZE/Tbq1aMEWgcI/AAAAAAAAAlw/0lBsWZ2oA_s/s1600/IMG_3985.jpgoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; blessed to have a couple of parents who have blessed me with a new computer.  My progress has been ever so slow getting to know my new pal, as I do not consider myself a technical person, and I've found myself in the past neglecting certain things like Bible study, dishes, laundry and oh the children!....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; in an effort to not get consumed, I set a time limit during the day when Bible study is done, kids are playing nicely, and the house is not a complete disaster.  All in all I have about 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My real hope is that I can spend some time at night gaining some proficiency with my new buddy in hopes that it will not take me as long to get things done.  Still trying to figure out how to get my photos organized in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aperture&lt;/span&gt; how I want them and how to the pictures to my blog and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  I get really frustrated in that I want to be able to do what I want, when I want to do it, and without much effort......now I'm just sounding like my kids!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first post back happened this past Christmas.  My grandmother held a Christmas party at the new chimp exhibit at the zoo.  As always we had a great time being together.  I love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meemaw&lt;/span&gt; so very much!  She has been such a godly example in my life, and I owe a lot of great childhood memories to she and my grandfather.  I can only pray I am more like her, and I do believe every year she gets more beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goofy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meggan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c0qvVl0W4-A/Tbq1aivRelI/AAAAAAAAAmA/EYFnOSbfqF8/s1600/IMG_3986.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c0qvVl0W4-A/Tbq1aivRelI/AAAAAAAAAmA/EYFnOSbfqF8/s400/IMG_3986.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600988554194942546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Meemaw&lt;/span&gt;, and Meg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0h8wMps9oY/Tbq1adWGvBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/vaVs5eT13y4/s1600/IMG_3988.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0h8wMps9oY/Tbq1adWGvBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/vaVs5eT13y4/s400/IMG_3988.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600988552747203602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Meemaw&lt;/span&gt; and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41sb_e0lkZE/Tbq1aMEWgcI/AAAAAAAAAlw/0lBsWZ2oA_s/s1600/IMG_3985.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41sb_e0lkZE/Tbq1aMEWgcI/AAAAAAAAAlw/0lBsWZ2oA_s/s400/IMG_3985.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600988548109337026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meg, our mom, and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9nk3pek-rA/Tbq1ZwxGsrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/dDknyLM4BMs/s1600/IMG_3984.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9nk3pek-rA/Tbq1ZwxGsrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/dDknyLM4BMs/s400/IMG_3984.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600988540780851890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A rare photo: Me with the love of my life.....I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt; blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHvEiAUILEs/Tbq1ZsRc0fI/AAAAAAAAAlg/SgTH_pk-aFM/s1600/IMG_3982.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHvEiAUILEs/Tbq1ZsRc0fI/AAAAAAAAAlg/SgTH_pk-aFM/s400/IMG_3982.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600988539574342130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-7319858821550371919?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7319858821550371919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=7319858821550371919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/7319858821550371919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/7319858821550371919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2011/04/christmas-at-zhttp3bpblogspotcom.html' title='Christmas at the Zhttp://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41sb_e0lkZE/Tbq1aMEWgcI/AAAAAAAAAlw/0lBsWZ2oA_s/s1600/IMG_3985.jpgoo'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c0qvVl0W4-A/Tbq1aivRelI/AAAAAAAAAmA/EYFnOSbfqF8/s72-c/IMG_3986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-3956059568842506184</id><published>2010-09-07T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:09:26.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Well it's been a long time since the last post, and I'm not sure if anyone out there still looks at this.  The kids had their first day of school last week, and we are all enjoying it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514385063636986690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/TIcH_7jNa0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/Midysq1_8Y8/s400/KT+Cam+download+9-7-10+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514385071681030386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/TIcIAZhDyPI/AAAAAAAAAkg/U0NuqLVuLA8/s400/KT+Cam+download+9-7-10+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaylinn struck a pose, so of course John David decided he needed to as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514386135126434658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/TIcI-TKM42I/AAAAAAAAAlA/WuZz22riYQk/s400/KT+Cam+download+9-7-10+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514386132835043938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/TIcI-Kn5CmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/V4AkeuMOpyQ/s400/KT+Cam+download+9-7-10+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John David with his teacher Mrs. Epps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/TIcI_d7765I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/rghl5cgwxUM/s1600/KT+Cam+download+9-7-10+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514386155199261586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/TIcI_d7765I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/rghl5cgwxUM/s400/KT+Cam+download+9-7-10+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylinn with her teacher, Mrs. Derouen...pronounced Der-won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/TIcI-3QEUcI/AAAAAAAAAlI/wXkHU5rgedk/s1600/KT+Cam+download+9-7-10+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514386144814715330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/TIcI-3QEUcI/AAAAAAAAAlI/wXkHU5rgedk/s400/KT+Cam+download+9-7-10+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lissie enjoyed her time alone with momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/TIcIBIgW5OI/AAAAAAAAAkw/uNn8b4Soylw/s1600/KT+Cam+download+9-7-10+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514385084294554850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/TIcIBIgW5OI/AAAAAAAAAkw/uNn8b4Soylw/s400/KT+Cam+download+9-7-10+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-3956059568842506184?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3956059568842506184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=3956059568842506184' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/3956059568842506184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/3956059568842506184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2010/09/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st Day of School'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/TIcH_7jNa0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/Midysq1_8Y8/s72-c/KT+Cam+download+9-7-10+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-5474421803414396147</id><published>2010-04-04T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:34:10.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter and Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had Lissie's 1st birthday on Saturday, and it was so much fun.  I'm hoping to get back to posting pictures soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; There has been a lot going on in the Tuley family.  For those who don't know, my oldest brother, Michael, passed away from a brain aneurysm almost 2 weeks ago.  Michael was surrounded by family &amp;amp; friends when he took his last breath.  It was the worst day of my life, and yet in saying that, it was not a hopeless day.  God was carrying us as we "cheered" Michael home.   We sang songs, read scripture over him, held his hands, and my mom and Ashley worked hard making Michael's last few moments on this earth comfortable.  I find comfort knowing Michael knew and loved Jesus, and without knowing that I could not bare to rise out of bed each morning...talk about feeling hopeless!  I still cannot fathom life without faith and hope in Jesus Christ.  The same God who made Michael whole and perfect again is the same God who promises to walk beside &amp;amp; at times carry us through this valley.  The tears continue to flow, but God &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; good ALL the time!  As our preacher reminded us on Sunday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"For the unbeliever [in Jesus Christ] this world is as good as it's going to get; for the believer [in Jesus Christ] this world is as bad as it's going to get."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do have a prayer request.  Due to family history, my other brother and I will be getting a MRI and MRA done this week to see if there are any abnormalities.  We will have this done every 10 years, and when our children turn 20 they to will have these test run every 10 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words cannot even begin to tell you how thankful I am for all the cards, emails, texts, &amp;amp; phone calls.  We feel your prayers...THANK YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the midst of all of this David and I moved.  We are still in Cypress and love our new home; however we are moving in ever so slowly. (Again, I hope to post pictures soon!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-5474421803414396147?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5474421803414396147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=5474421803414396147' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5474421803414396147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5474421803414396147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-and-prayer.html' title='Easter and Prayer'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-5743626203108137142</id><published>2009-12-28T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:03:15.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well it has happened...</title><content type='html'>TWO THINGS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1.) Yes that is gum in Kaylinn's hair.  Thankfully it wasn't at the scalp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzmG6B76ExI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NYOwW9NSJ60/s1600-h/Oct.+%2709+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420511958027342610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzmG6B76ExI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NYOwW9NSJ60/s400/Oct.+%2709+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) The next story is something that I have feared since becoming a mother.  I locked all 3 kids in the car last Tuesday.  We had just pulled into the driveway from running errands to take naps.  I jumped out of the car, pushed what I thought was the unlock button, threw my keys on my seat, and closed the door.  I pulled on John David's door and just went numb as it didn't open.  Even though I was at home both sets of keys were locked in my car (long story but lets just say I am mom of 3 small children who doesn't always think clearly...I use to be a very responsible person before kids).  Anyways, I then preceded to bribe, threaten and coerce Kaylinn in getting out of her car seat.  She can unbuckle the top but can't quite muster the strength for the bottom button.  After many tears and discussion, she looked at me with exhaustion and yelled, "Call 9-9-1 mommy, call 9-9-1...the police can help us!"  I am guessing they have talked about 9-1-1 at school because I know I sure haven't.  I don't know if makes me a bad mom for not wanting to call 911, but I really didn't want sirens blaring and I wasn't too sure they wouldn't call CPS or write me a ticket.  The kids did eventually get out of the car.  David called AAA for me...I did hesitate a brief second about going inside a getting a few things done while my children were strapped in their car seats, but I thought it might look bad if the triple A guy had to knock on my door with the kids still in the car.  To say the least I am thankful it was a cold day, and I was parked in my garage.  Lissie fussed a little but went to sleep.  John David was busy playing with his cars.  Kaylinn, however, was very disappointed the police didn't rescue her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-5743626203108137142?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5743626203108137142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=5743626203108137142' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5743626203108137142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5743626203108137142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-it-has-happened.html' title='Well it has happened...'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzmG6B76ExI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NYOwW9NSJ60/s72-c/Oct.+%2709+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-56085830036662661</id><published>2009-12-28T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:36:00.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just thought I'd post my Thanksgiving pictures before I do my Christmas post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John David wearing his fall hat after nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szlv18iHQqI/AAAAAAAAAkA/xFQ1VrTO040/s1600-h/IMG_2415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420486599090061986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szlv18iHQqI/AAAAAAAAAkA/xFQ1VrTO040/s400/IMG_2415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylinn's bday was the day after her last day of MDO before the break.  She was very excited about her hat. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szlv1g_aZ_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/u3eufdDsfRI/s1600-h/IMG_2414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420486591696758770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szlv1g_aZ_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/u3eufdDsfRI/s400/IMG_2414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took snacks to school...K and 4 cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420484328772027794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szltxy8HRZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nBR8zAUz860/s400/IMG_2397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I split time going back and forth between Kaylinn and John David's classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szlv1Ao5e0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/JScz4-ifR7s/s1600-h/IMG_2411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420486583012391746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szlv1Ao5e0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/JScz4-ifR7s/s400/IMG_2411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szlv08QwiRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fG5Z4mBn1MU/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420486581837400338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szlv08QwiRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fG5Z4mBn1MU/s400/IMG_2406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szltyy0jBkI/AAAAAAAAAjg/6FZ-0L0S79Q/s1600-h/IMG_2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420484345920161346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szltyy0jBkI/AAAAAAAAAjg/6FZ-0L0S79Q/s400/IMG_2401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzltydXaLmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Rt6j0HSIpVs/s1600-h/IMG_2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420484340160802402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzltydXaLmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Rt6j0HSIpVs/s400/IMG_2399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we had Thanksgiving with my family at the 4-O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzlsZrLlW7I/AAAAAAAAAjI/QcPH07IdLNU/s1600-h/IMG_2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420482814860942258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzlsZrLlW7I/AAAAAAAAAjI/QcPH07IdLNU/s400/IMG_2496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we weren't going to be at the 4-O for Christmas we did our gingerbread house contest.  We divide into teams and do our best to shine.  Boogie was &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; excited KK was on her team (Kaylinn usually eats about half the candy that is supposed to go on the house).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420480703895197890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzlqezOIWMI/AAAAAAAAAig/LEca-LgzL2s/s400/IMG_2494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Kaylinn with her house...she was so proud!  Kind of looks like it belongs in a Dr. Seuss book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szlr2EaYHoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ulz0mzBERcY/s1600-h/IMG_2512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420482203158584962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szlr2EaYHoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ulz0mzBERcY/s400/IMG_2512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team was made up of my cousin Beau, sis in-law Ashley, myself and John David.  We decided to go with a red-neck log cabin complete with a satellite dish, tires in the yard and tin roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420480707384710546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzlqfAOGFZI/AAAAAAAAAio/IkhKJsUyLso/s400/IMG_2504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two teams took it to a new level by adding real trees and electricity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420482191879257042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szlr1aZLO9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/jeB45ofSs0Q/s400/IMG_2507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One team even made a little pet dog.  Each team wins a prize and it always is SO much FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szlr1ljw_AI/AAAAAAAAAi4/v3DzJOZD5O4/s1600-h/IMG_2505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420482194876464130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szlr1ljw_AI/AAAAAAAAAi4/v3DzJOZD5O4/s400/IMG_2505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lissie enjoyed a little pumpkin pie herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzlpiidLhtI/AAAAAAAAAiY/AFrxbkSs-wk/s1600-h/IMG_2493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420479668602767058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzlpiidLhtI/AAAAAAAAAiY/AFrxbkSs-wk/s400/IMG_2493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Jarod brought bache again this year, and we had a blast playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzlpiFiM1kI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/svU57vf-_Tc/s1600-h/IMG_2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420479660839196226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzlpiFiM1kI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/svU57vf-_Tc/s400/IMG_2490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzlopASz5dI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VDTL1WOPj5A/s1600-h/IMG_2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420478680179926482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzlopASz5dI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VDTL1WOPj5A/s400/IMG_2489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylinn in her Thanksgiving attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzlnoFsR4PI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SZ1YxMDFp00/s1600-h/IMG_2462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420477564937429234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzlnoFsR4PI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SZ1YxMDFp00/s400/IMG_2462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meemaw with the two newest family members.  You wouldn't know it by looking at them but Cullen is a month younger than  his cousin, Lissie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzlnnniWs_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/Nu_YE2ozhKQ/s1600-h/IMG_2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420477556842738674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SzlnnniWs_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/Nu_YE2ozhKQ/s400/IMG_2432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-56085830036662661?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/56085830036662661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=56085830036662661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/56085830036662661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/56085830036662661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Szlv18iHQqI/AAAAAAAAAkA/xFQ1VrTO040/s72-c/IMG_2415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-6462719893597412442</id><published>2009-11-29T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:07:26.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;This prayer request is on behalf of another family.  When I got home Saturday from celebrating Thanksgiving with my family, I had a chance to check my email and discovered that one of John David's classmate's mom lost her battle with cervical cancer.  Please lift the Grant family up in prayer.  Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-6462719893597412442?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6462719893597412442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=6462719893597412442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6462719893597412442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6462719893597412442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-2767832037616064496</id><published>2009-11-23T18:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:23:42.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Wild Indians</title><content type='html'>For Halloween this year the kids went as the 3 little Indians, but I renamed them the 3 wild Indians.  I have to say I was not a very good mommy.  Kaylinn wanted to go as a princess, so I just slowly planted the idea that she could be Pocahontas if she wanted; I was surprised that she went for it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to church for the fall festival, and the kids loved it.  Later, David took Kaylinn trick-or-treating , while Tonto and I stayed behind to hand out candy.  When David and Kaylinn got back, Kaylinn helped in handing out candy and had more fun in the giving than the receiving...shocking since she ask for candy every single morning when she wakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407501865285428146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwtOS9qZo7I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MFBejM45-6Q/s400/Oct.+%2709+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The only place in the U.S. where you can get away with wearing a loin cloth in October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwtOTZps9ZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/6mXvCHqFgvw/s1600/Oct.+%2709+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407501872798692754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwtOTZps9ZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/6mXvCHqFgvw/s400/Oct.+%2709+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; My sis in-law had gotten these for her little boy, not realizing they had purple (she thought they were blue).  It worked out perfect for our littlest Indian.  Thank you Aunt Chandra!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407501875143274514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwtOTiYscBI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ihK4WATePzM/s400/Oct.+%2709+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-2767832037616064496?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2767832037616064496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=2767832037616064496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2767832037616064496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2767832037616064496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-wild-indians.html' title='3 Wild Indians'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwtOS9qZo7I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MFBejM45-6Q/s72-c/Oct.+%2709+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-5896303743260379528</id><published>2009-11-23T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:51:07.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really...4 years?</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe I have a 4 year old! It is such a blessing being Kaylinn's mommy. She is a precious gift to David and I, and I thank God every day for her. Anyone who has ever met Kaylinn knows that she has a mind of her own and has the energy of about 3 kids...I wish I could bottle some. She definitely keeps us on our toes. I just LOVE this little spit-fire of a girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407480737872120962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws7FL6ijII/AAAAAAAAAfg/fRC1tdEPMyc/s400/IMG_2329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407482040143281682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws8Q_QLfhI/AAAAAAAAAgI/XNYYloENKyw/s400/IMG_2355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407484756601797538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws-vG2W-6I/AAAAAAAAAgo/46MwrPURVd0/s400/IMG_2366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was trying to get John David to put his fists on his hips like superman...this was a close as he could get, his armpits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407482028630947538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws8QUXbNtI/AAAAAAAAAf4/PCEKgzoHnoE/s400/IMG_2344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407482035947910866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws8Qvn7NtI/AAAAAAAAAgA/dZ9xkKUjkcM/s400/IMG_2350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet mom took cake responsibility from, and boy am I glad she did. She did an AWESOME job, and Kaylinn just loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407483450280411106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws9jEbEf-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/rIDeGiOfgy4/s400/IMG_2359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws_osum4RI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rTuAz1LOvy4/s1600/IMG_2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylinn even helped decorate. Can you guess where?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407483456904793570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws9jdGcjeI/AAAAAAAAAgY/nSRqiKHB_t4/s400/IMG_2361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws-wBAmY4I/AAAAAAAAAg4/DinDxmwhA30/s1600/IMG_2369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407484772214006658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws-wBAmY4I/AAAAAAAAAg4/DinDxmwhA30/s400/IMG_2369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best part of the cake was the surprise inside...WOW! ROY G BV came in handy when putting this cake together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws9jxImXeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/29xrnzGjWn8/s1600/IMG_2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407483462282534370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws9jxImXeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/29xrnzGjWn8/s400/IMG_2383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407484759127085154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws-vQQb0GI/AAAAAAAAAgw/nBELV9tm9tg/s400/IMG_2375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407485754181052322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws_pLHyZ6I/AAAAAAAAAhI/-2JxLR5K1U0/s400/IMG_2389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little something for the superheros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws7F7--JLI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aSH3EMy7xaM/s1600/IMG_2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407480750775608498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws7F7--JLI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aSH3EMy7xaM/s400/IMG_2338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course something for the princesses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws7FkToazI/AAAAAAAAAfo/--vsrnz2i7I/s1600/IMG_2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407480744419814194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws7FkToazI/AAAAAAAAAfo/--vsrnz2i7I/s400/IMG_2337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylinn continues to talk about her party and of course what kind of party she is going to have next year. She had a blast! And each year just gets better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few things about our kk:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1.  wears size 10 in most shoes, size 11 in tennis shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2.  writes, draws, throws right handed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3.  loves anything with art, especially if it's messy (at the moment enjoys writing letters)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4.  50th percentile in every area of growth and always has been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5.  loves her friends but is independent...she does play rough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6.  very aware of surroundings, and the more different a person is from her the more likely she is to copy what they are doing or ask questions...very loud questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7.  loves the t.v.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8.  will speak her version of Spanish, which is not Spanish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9.  loves to dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. is all girl but prefers to play with the boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. gets up about 5 times after being put in bed at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. most days still takes an hour and half nap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. loves to know what's going to happen during the day when she wakes in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. bedtime is 7 but usually doesn't go to sleep until 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. wakes around 6:30...is my alarm clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. acts like she's 16 some days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. loves, loves her baby sister and most days her brother...she is a great big sis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. afraid of the dark and bugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. favorite thing to eat...anything sweet and gum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. loves the outdoors and playing in the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21. enjoys helping in the kitchen, holding doors and getting things for Lissie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-5896303743260379528?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5896303743260379528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=5896303743260379528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5896303743260379528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5896303743260379528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/really4-years.html' title='Really...4 years?'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sws7FL6ijII/AAAAAAAAAfg/fRC1tdEPMyc/s72-c/IMG_2329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-7908315101650255984</id><published>2009-11-21T18:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:39:29.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of about 20 pictures of all 3 this was as good as it would get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406758692534717314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwiqYnbJi4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/X_IZO2Xa-_I/s400/Oct.+%2709+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only picture of John David somewhat still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406762092590274706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwitehnkGJI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wZay_qITEiM/s400/Oct.+%2709+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406760256537310034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwirzpybM1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/jQJi3ic-iMc/s400/Oct.+%2709+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaylinn "found" a crown...just like a princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406760265238405170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Swir0KM7YDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/y2SNQkWcABg/s400/Oct.+%2709+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although Lissie can crawl, she's a little more patient with me taking pictures.  She is such a serious little thing.  I think she was trying to figure out where I was going every time I'd duck behind the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406758697235282066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwiqY472eJI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_BaPfUEGlOY/s400/Oct.+%2709+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406758700898418386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwiqZGlNftI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tcB4PdwW96A/s400/Oct.+%2709+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406763547209864098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwiuzMf5k6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/fKpFMJQb1po/s400/Oct.+%2709+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406760271512411378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Swir0hkxHPI/AAAAAAAAAeo/vnXUlPEnn5g/s400/Oct.+%2709+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing with spiders while carving our pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwiuzdZFjUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/aoctBcZiYYA/s1600/Oct.+%2709+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406763551744691522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwiuzdZFjUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/aoctBcZiYYA/s400/Oct.+%2709+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406763558581899234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Swiuz23ND-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/HRpcAo6ns0c/s400/Oct.+%2709+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwitewxkOYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/yksodw95_Gg/s1600/Oct.+%2709+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406762096658758018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwitewxkOYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/yksodw95_Gg/s400/Oct.+%2709+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwiteA_jUjI/AAAAAAAAAew/sIBlTinkHEM/s1600/Oct.+%2709+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406762083832517170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwiteA_jUjI/AAAAAAAAAew/sIBlTinkHEM/s400/Oct.+%2709+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-7908315101650255984?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7908315101650255984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=7908315101650255984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/7908315101650255984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/7908315101650255984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-things-pumpkin.html' title='All Things Pumpkin'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwiqYnbJi4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/X_IZO2Xa-_I/s72-c/Oct.+%2709+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-6587845137435406387</id><published>2009-11-21T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:58:08.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moby Wrap</title><content type='html'>It's amazing that even though I've had 3 kids pretty close together, I still find new gadgets that I fall in love with and make life a little easier.  My favorite I found this go round and absolutely LOVE is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moby&lt;/span&gt; Wrap.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bijorn&lt;/span&gt; kills my back, and the Easy Sling I could never get to feel secure enough &amp;amp; left me with one arm...which when you have more than one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;renders&lt;/span&gt; useless.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Moby&lt;/span&gt; Wrap was my solution to curing all the above dislikes.  I cannot say enough about this wrap; I really don't know what I would have without this go round.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; also enjoys carrying her babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwimThONesI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Nfo9NUhakxk/s1600/Homecomin+%2709+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406754206923979458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwimThONesI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Nfo9NUhakxk/s400/Homecomin+%2709+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-6587845137435406387?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6587845137435406387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=6587845137435406387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6587845137435406387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6587845137435406387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/moby-wrap.html' title='Moby Wrap'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwimThONesI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Nfo9NUhakxk/s72-c/Homecomin+%2709+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-4619595627942157480</id><published>2009-11-20T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:56:18.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridesmaid</title><content type='html'>We went and tried on our bridesmaid dresses.  I was excited that I'd be able to wear spanks under it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few of the bridesmaids with bride.  Jenny, childhood friend, Carly, roommate, Meg the bride, me, and Kenzie, roommate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdjHj_1ZZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_G_KGbkFFOQ/s1600/Oct.+%2709+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406398859254785426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdjHj_1ZZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_G_KGbkFFOQ/s400/Oct.+%2709+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdjHWnG2XI/AAAAAAAAAdo/MftVE7RDmeQ/s1600/Oct.+%2709+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406398855661410674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdjHWnG2XI/AAAAAAAAAdo/MftVE7RDmeQ/s400/Oct.+%2709+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylinn spotted a few dresses she just had to try on as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdjHB5LzSI/AAAAAAAAAdg/1A4cZi4K41M/s1600/Oct.+%2709+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406398850100088098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdjHB5LzSI/AAAAAAAAAdg/1A4cZi4K41M/s400/Oct.+%2709+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't take her eyes off herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdjGmmORWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/X_ZoalENIsI/s1600/Oct.+%2709+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406398842772800866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdjGmmORWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/X_ZoalENIsI/s400/Oct.+%2709+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-4619595627942157480?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4619595627942157480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=4619595627942157480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4619595627942157480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4619595627942157480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/bridesmaid.html' title='Bridesmaid'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdjHj_1ZZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_G_KGbkFFOQ/s72-c/Oct.+%2709+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-193707735119029748</id><published>2009-11-16T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:40:00.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACU Homecoming</title><content type='html'>Were able to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ACU&lt;/span&gt; Homecoming back in mid-October.  We had a great time.  Some of the pictures are better than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our good friends the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lippincotts&lt;/span&gt; and Wardens from Cypress came as well.  We met up at the carnival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406380255900364882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdSMtGgcFI/AAAAAAAAAbo/m0FpQw_MMT4/s400/Homecomin+%2709+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; was thrilled to hold a baby chick and was surprisingly gentle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406377235313657730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdPc4ihB4I/AAAAAAAAAao/xD7dRe3Khks/s400/Homecomin+%2709+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John David needed a little more tender care in holding his chick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406377240147020770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdPdKi4S-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/Rk6TKlKigLw/s400/Homecomin+%2709+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406377250164593634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdPdv3QU-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/FjwoR3nKuzY/s400/Homecomin+%2709+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406378743810724802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdQ0sIPk8I/AAAAAAAAAbA/7qFqnL2NOL0/s400/Homecomin+%2709+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Not sure if we are at a KISS concert or showing our wildcat spirit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406378749406414962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdQ1A-XCHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/btoMytzRzvY/s400/Homecomin+%2709+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406378761720645522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdQ1u2TR5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/yu2lMh0Bat0/s400/Homecomin+%2709+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406380243390484834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdSL-f60WI/AAAAAAAAAbY/O5jvwOBZM-k/s400/Homecomin+%2709+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; John David's not a fan of Willie the Wildcat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406380244017147026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdSMA1U7JI/AAAAAAAAAbg/roVF-rFkwRs/s400/Homecomin+%2709+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My mom, sister, and I at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kojie&lt;/span&gt; breakfast...for those non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ACU&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kojies&lt;/span&gt; was the social club I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt; with and my sister is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vp&lt;/span&gt; this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406382987313040882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdUrsaCTfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/y6AsK9rmTiM/s400/Homecomin+%2709+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My little sister is not so little any more.  She was in Jr. High School when I was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ACU&lt;/span&gt;.  As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vp&lt;/span&gt; she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;in charge&lt;/span&gt; of the entire breakfast and did an awesome job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406381684522467874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdTf3IjwiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/b0d_aDX-otY/s400/Homecomin+%2709+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lippincott&lt;/span&gt; and I at breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406381690591086098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdTgNvbhhI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cBLnAUfc4qE/s400/Homecomin+%2709+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After breakfast there is always a parade.  We were a little late and this is why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406382991415623858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdUr7sKwLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GcHQRcK1qlM/s400/Homecomin+%2709+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406383001090383554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdUsfuz3sI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_7uUf2QjgF8/s400/Homecomin+%2709+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and one of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;roommates&lt;/span&gt;, Carly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdWjsfwoPI/AAAAAAAAAco/QQ8A5rN0E7o/s1600/Homecomin+%2709+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406385048921350386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdWjsfwoPI/AAAAAAAAAco/QQ8A5rN0E7o/s400/Homecomin+%2709+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lissie and soon-to-be Uncle Trey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdWjXA5_sI/AAAAAAAAAcg/aGilpo5A9pg/s1600/Homecomin+%2709+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406385043154796226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdWjXA5_sI/AAAAAAAAAcg/aGilpo5A9pg/s400/Homecomin+%2709+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Look who we ran into, cousin Hudson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406385057533825106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdWkMlIkFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/NcstpOES_MY/s400/Homecomin+%2709+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on Saturday there was a alumni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;KJK&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Siggie&lt;/span&gt; flag football game.  It was SO much fun!  With lots of help from my good friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Rachelanne&lt;/span&gt;, I made these shirts for the girls.  On the backs was the year they would pledge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kojies&lt;/span&gt;.  Lissie's pledge class...2028!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406381674331918178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdTfRK8T2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/tUcCwkiK_PA/s400/Homecomin+%2709+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;KJK&lt;/span&gt;...can that bow be any bigger???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406385061091888210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdWkZ1cTFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Dl97FCvAYRw/s400/Homecomin+%2709+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406386241673039314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdXpH17DdI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NNz9IC-ECJM/s400/Homecomin+%2709+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was fortunate enough to get to play with Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406386256005175778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdXp9O-GeI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XHjRO1W211E/s400/Homecomin+%2709+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team...Meg didn't play but will get to next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406386252095095650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdXpuqvA2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/sYe6zGidqGs/s400/Homecomin+%2709+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-193707735119029748?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/193707735119029748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=193707735119029748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/193707735119029748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/193707735119029748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/acu-homecoming.html' title='ACU Homecoming'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SwdSMtGgcFI/AAAAAAAAAbo/m0FpQw_MMT4/s72-c/Homecomin+%2709+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-8640221489461432411</id><published>2009-09-20T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:01:46.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuley Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My good friend and photographer, Tiffany Fetter, took these pictures of the kids recently.  The purpose of these pictures was to get Lissie's 3mos. and John David's 2 yr., and try to get one of all 3, which is why there aren't a whole lot of Kaylinn...she'll get her 4 yr. pics. taken soon.  These are just a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbcJpcVyjI/AAAAAAAAAag/zSBhswQLatY/s1600-h/028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383732462869662258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbcJpcVyjI/AAAAAAAAAag/zSBhswQLatY/s400/028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbcJCi7ZeI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5liSkolZyfA/s1600-h/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383732452428309986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbcJCi7ZeI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5liSkolZyfA/s400/025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbcIt8BTtI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/EZW9akLxR6U/s1600-h/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383732446896410322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbcIt8BTtI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/EZW9akLxR6U/s400/020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Srbbt9XZSqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/iH-fMrsRXpQ/s1600-h/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731987181292194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Srbbt9XZSqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/iH-fMrsRXpQ/s400/018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbbtT_fYtI/AAAAAAAAAaA/msVMrGO1u1g/s1600-h/Kaylinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731976075174610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbbtT_fYtI/AAAAAAAAAaA/msVMrGO1u1g/s400/Kaylinn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Srbbs1pFKqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9WFOOBSOkoU/s1600-h/054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731967928117922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Srbbs1pFKqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9WFOOBSOkoU/s400/054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Srbbsk4ERqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/f2CXrCl3g5o/s1600-h/053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731963427571362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Srbbsk4ERqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/f2CXrCl3g5o/s400/053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbbsDYfkzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/JNcYJIbB_hk/s1600-h/John+David.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731954436772658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbbsDYfkzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/JNcYJIbB_hk/s400/John+David.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbbH6mhDOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PKDWWmJGbPg/s1600-h/068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731333604379874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbbH6mhDOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PKDWWmJGbPg/s400/068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbbHVBv_KI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ez3mSjBqzwA/s1600-h/Lissie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731323518057634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbbHVBv_KI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ez3mSjBqzwA/s400/Lissie+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbbGoevhTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Px-feZu8YDw/s1600-h/Lissie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731311560066354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbbGoevhTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Px-feZu8YDw/s400/Lissie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbbGKV6h1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/NQc1JF08nTA/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731303469975378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbbGKV6h1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/NQc1JF08nTA/s400/011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbbFsW7CkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xqjqT17LfWE/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731295421139522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbbFsW7CkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xqjqT17LfWE/s400/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-8640221489461432411?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8640221489461432411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=8640221489461432411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/8640221489461432411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/8640221489461432411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuley-children.html' title='Tuley Children'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrbcJpcVyjI/AAAAAAAAAag/zSBhswQLatY/s72-c/028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-5893255072353807838</id><published>2009-09-18T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:49:41.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The kids had their first day of school the beginning of September, and they are both loving it!  Both Kaylinn and John David are blessed to have such wonderful and loving teachers, and I am blessed to have no tears and a few hours with just one child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big boy...his backpack is as big as he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrRDx8eLMII/AAAAAAAAAYI/uae-kTThcbg/s1600-h/1st+Day+of+School+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383001979939926146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrRDx8eLMII/AAAAAAAAAYI/uae-kTThcbg/s400/1st+Day+of+School+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylinn was super excited to wear a headband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrRDxGFNCFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/YiXBu6nY42U/s1600-h/1st+Day+of+School+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383001965339674706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrRDxGFNCFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/YiXBu6nY42U/s400/1st+Day+of+School+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sibling love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383002960654643362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrRErB6yMKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aof_6pIkL6Y/s400/1st+Day+of+School+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lissie's excited to spend some time as an only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383002969011533298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrRErhDONfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/OqEf2ZsTjQU/s400/1st+Day+of+School+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-5893255072353807838?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5893255072353807838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=5893255072353807838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5893255072353807838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5893255072353807838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrRDx8eLMII/AAAAAAAAAYI/uae-kTThcbg/s72-c/1st+Day+of+School+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-4867275537139887446</id><published>2009-09-17T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:48:54.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaylinn's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; prayed over our meal last night, and it went a little something like this, "Dear God, thank you for everything.   Thank you for this food that I do not like, but I will try a bite because I have to.  If I don't like it, it's okay, but I just have to try it.  Thank you for Jesus. Precious name we pray, Amen."  It took all David and had to not bust out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also, John David's been saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cheeto&lt;/span&gt;" when he is mad at someone; almost as though he's calling someone a bad name.  I was watching he and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; go back and forth over a shovel outside...the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt;"  ended when he looked at her mean and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CHEETO&lt;/span&gt;!" like it was the worst thing he could call her...guess we won't be giving him that nickname!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-4867275537139887446?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4867275537139887446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=4867275537139887446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4867275537139887446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4867275537139887446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/kaylinns-prayer.html' title='Kaylinn&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-240677356408459914</id><published>2009-09-03T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:50:40.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeto</title><content type='html'>John David is not a big talker so I've been trying to get him to say people's names as well as his own.  He's always called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt;," which we all do.  He's started calling Lissie "Hi-see."  He calls his teacher Mrs. Rhodes, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whodes&lt;/span&gt;."  Then I asked John David what his name was and without hesitation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;replied&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cheeto&lt;/span&gt;"....so now I have a nickname for him!  He laughs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I call him by his new name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-240677356408459914?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/240677356408459914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=240677356408459914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/240677356408459914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/240677356408459914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/cheeto.html' title='Cheeto'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-3935356826254584079</id><published>2009-09-01T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:08:10.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our summer has come to an end. We actually managed to get out a few times. And here are just a few things we did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate chocolate and picked our noses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3buYa7HwI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qv0n3hgQLFI/s1600-h/summer+%2709+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376695120026083074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3buYa7HwI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qv0n3hgQLFI/s400/summer+%2709+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played dress up with our great friend Barrett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3bt-YdaXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/y8ssBdfsjdU/s1600-h/summer+%2709+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376695113036425586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3bt-YdaXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/y8ssBdfsjdU/s400/summer+%2709+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got strange injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3bs-W5k6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/FPrKwEpw1DM/s1600-h/summer+%2709+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376695095850013602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3bs-W5k6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/FPrKwEpw1DM/s400/summer+%2709+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snow cones&lt;/span&gt; and laughed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3bsC_lJyI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/KsSskLeWGCY/s1600-h/summer+%2709+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376695079914514210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3bsC_lJyI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/KsSskLeWGCY/s400/summer+%2709+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed wrapped up in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moby&lt;/span&gt; wrap...the only way I can go anywhere w/ all 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3Z4PKyRHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/778AU0-za0w/s1600-h/summer+%2709+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376693090317911154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3Z4PKyRHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/778AU0-za0w/s400/summer+%2709+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with our girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3Z3kYk_pI/AAAAAAAAAXA/s8CbyXIEZvI/s1600-h/summer+%2709+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376693078833036946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3Z3kYk_pI/AAAAAAAAAXA/s8CbyXIEZvI/s400/summer+%2709+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowled with our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3Z3FA3HpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/JBI3zAtZCYk/s1600-h/summer+%2709+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376693070412062354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3Z3FA3HpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/JBI3zAtZCYk/s400/summer+%2709+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3Z2UUg0mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/kq90J1GtQOY/s1600-h/summer+%2709+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376693057341149794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3Z2UUg0mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/kq90J1GtQOY/s400/summer+%2709+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3Z1zg6cUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dZSnwdE1bGY/s1600-h/summer+%2709+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376693048534790466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3Z1zg6cUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dZSnwdE1bGY/s400/summer+%2709+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzz's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3YEVE2dDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/b0nNeMEJomM/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376691099038807090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3YEVE2dDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/b0nNeMEJomM/s400/Mother%27s+Day+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colored the flagstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3YD45d6NI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LEcCXJfI0fw/s1600-h/summer+%2709+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376691091474868434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3YD45d6NI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LEcCXJfI0fw/s400/summer+%2709+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played at the splash pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3YDBLUJwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YHTZG-W9W2I/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376691076517340930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3YDBLUJwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YHTZG-W9W2I/s400/Mother%27s+Day+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3YCpYJwCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/v3_hAW-1npE/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376691070128734242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3YCpYJwCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/v3_hAW-1npE/s400/Mother%27s+Day+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into the sunscreen on our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3YCOSOc5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/uTOLLFZTsRE/s1600-h/Aug+%2709+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376691062856119186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3YCOSOc5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/uTOLLFZTsRE/s400/Aug+%2709+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled the pool up with bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382668825905929394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SrMUx0-xHLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3xatO8rIFU0/s400/1st+Day+of+School+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-3935356826254584079?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3935356826254584079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=3935356826254584079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/3935356826254584079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/3935356826254584079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-summer-days.html' title='End of Summer Days'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sp3buYa7HwI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qv0n3hgQLFI/s72-c/summer+%2709+208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-2429329864453820799</id><published>2009-08-30T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:59:45.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sps3NI-lOfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CXA7i9MmvxY/s1600-h/Aug+%2709+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375951279084616178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sps3NI-lOfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CXA7i9MmvxY/s400/Aug+%2709+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The above picture was taken at Audrey and Addie's party, which was on Lissie's 4 month birthday...I couldn't resist the drool.  Lissie will be 5 months in a couple of days, so it only makes sense that I am just now posting.  Her are few things about our precious 3rd born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*STATS (@4mos.): weight 14 lbs. 8oz., length 26in.&lt;br /&gt;*smiles with her whole body&lt;br /&gt;*goes to bed around 7 wakes at 5 to feed and then back to sleep until about 8:30...usually!&lt;br /&gt;*rolls both back to front and front to back...my only child to ever roll off my couch (tears on both end)&lt;br /&gt;*loves to be held but wiggles like crazy&lt;br /&gt;*smiles every time her daddy makes a turkey call&lt;br /&gt;*just now started liking her carseat...yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;*poops out of any diaper&lt;br /&gt;*pinches when she grabs at things...especially skin&lt;br /&gt;*can sit up alone for a short period of time&lt;br /&gt;*sucks her thumb like her sister and brother&lt;br /&gt;*plays alone well until she knows someones in the room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-2429329864453820799?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2429329864453820799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=2429329864453820799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2429329864453820799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2429329864453820799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-months.html' title='4 Months'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sps3NI-lOfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CXA7i9MmvxY/s72-c/Aug+%2709+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-2844867016468356037</id><published>2009-08-30T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:43:59.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found</title><content type='html'>Before church this morning I found Kaylinn in the play room with 2 bags of chocolate chips, a bag of butterscotch chips (half eaten), and 2 ice cream popsciles eaten....needless to say she was running around and doing jumping jacks all morning; she crashed and burned by lunch.  Fun, Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-2844867016468356037?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2844867016468356037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=2844867016468356037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2844867016468356037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2844867016468356037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/found.html' title='Found'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-2504842352915391093</id><published>2009-08-28T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:34:23.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey and Addie's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;We celebrated my nieces birthdays recently, and my sister in-law Ashley did an outstanding job!  Audrey and Addie had a big top celebration that would make the Ringling Brothers proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addie enjoying a birthday cupcake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpszMpj51fI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lE0SJFgeTtk/s1600-h/Aug+%2709+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375946872604710386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpszMpj51fI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lE0SJFgeTtk/s400/Aug+%2709+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other birthday girl, Audrey, with Matilda the clown. She was a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpszMI_S7oI/AAAAAAAAAVg/eBZoaKHKNYg/s1600-h/Aug+%2709+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375946863861231234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpszMI_S7oI/AAAAAAAAAVg/eBZoaKHKNYg/s400/Aug+%2709+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt;, the pink tiger...it took some talking in to, but she ended up loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375944598436497442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpsxIRn8yCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/BhHE25Ye9Pk/s400/Aug+%2709+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ARRRRR&lt;/span&gt;...John David is a pirate.  He looks pretty tough with that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375944591992358018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpsxH5njBII/AAAAAAAAAVA/QEVjdmsuSYQ/s400/Aug+%2709+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;snow cones&lt;/span&gt; for all.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; stayed pretty close to the sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpsyPoNwzKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/JZu6794tX7I/s1600-h/Aug+%2709+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375945824271387810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpsyPoNwzKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/JZu6794tX7I/s400/Aug+%2709+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of booths with fun games and prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpsyO0D6D3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/w-ZGWmS8rBI/s1600-h/Aug+%2709+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375945810271407986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpsyO0D6D3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/w-ZGWmS8rBI/s400/Aug+%2709+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My kids had a blast!  Happy birthday Audrey and Addie, and job well done Michael and Ashley!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-2504842352915391093?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2504842352915391093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=2504842352915391093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2504842352915391093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2504842352915391093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/audrey-and-addies-birthday.html' title='Audrey and Addie&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpszMpj51fI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lE0SJFgeTtk/s72-c/Aug+%2709+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-4297531803628004881</id><published>2009-08-27T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:49:17.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest 2 Stories</title><content type='html'>Story One:&lt;br /&gt;Kaylinn came to me with her pointer finger sticking out, "Mommy smell my finger."  "No, Kaylinn. Why?"  "Because someone tooted on my finger."....at which time we went straight to the bathroom and washed her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story Two:&lt;br /&gt;We've been having some bedtime issues with Kaylinn.  So as we begin the nighttime routine, we go over the reasons she can get out of bed, which is just to go potty.  One night I walked by a noticed the bathroom light on, so I peek around the corner, and she is looking at herself in the mirror.  I gave her a little pop on the bottom, which shocked her.  She whipped around and without hesitation says, "I was just looking at my pretty blue eyes!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-4297531803628004881?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4297531803628004881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=4297531803628004881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4297531803628004881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4297531803628004881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/latest-2-stories.html' title='Latest 2 Stories'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-4819581256392715929</id><published>2009-08-24T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:39:32.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joihn David's 2nd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back...at least for the moment. Hopefully I'll post more soon, but don't hold you breath! We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;celebrated&lt;/span&gt; John David's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday at the end of July. I cannot believe he's already 2!!! John David brings such joy to our family. Here are a few facts about our little man:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;*uses his left hand mostly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;*LOVES animal figures, balls, trucks, bacon, &amp;amp; climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;*loves his sisters...even wipes the drool from Lissie's mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;*sounds like a sailor when he says truck, sheep, &amp;amp; eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;*wants to make up quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;*gets the strangest injuries...he bruised the top of his ear somehow&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;has a sweet and gentle spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;*gets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; when you catch him dancing or singing...just like his daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*when he smiles he tilts his head to the side and usually laughs as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;*wants to hold your hand during prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;*loves giving hugs &amp;amp; squeezes tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;*enjoys being read to; as a baby he didn't enjoy this activity so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;*doesn't stay with one activity for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;STATS: weight-26lbs. height-35in. shoe size 6 1/2-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He enjoyed his favorite breakfast...eggs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; toast &amp;amp; of course, bacon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373506708917633106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpKH4bc2wFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0r9Ek7HyPro/s400/Aug+%2709+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JDT's&lt;/span&gt; party at our church gym. It was PERFECT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374837051666949970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpdB0kY3Z1I/AAAAAAAAAUw/D3XcVZGhBQ4/s400/IMG_3874_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you guess the theme?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374837040075829106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpdBz5NU73I/AAAAAAAAAUo/y9Z0BpRKoQY/s400/IMG_3888_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We rented a bouncer, which the birthday boy wanted nothing to with, but the big kids had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374837066020009922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpdB1Z25t8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/nJgWtV1buKI/s400/IMG_3875_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the mommies with the little babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374837029293865490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpdBzRCtOhI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Vuj3RXotm6A/s400/IMG_3879_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lissie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;up close&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373506730902436162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpKH5tWcOUI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TeQbb08ifKM/s400/Aug+%2709+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373506740464943874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpKH6Q-UgwI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SnaiwPqsBrs/s400/IMG_3896_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A little take home gift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpdBykFwhOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/9dKIC3vhSLg/s1600-h/IMG_3872_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374837017227068642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpdBykFwhOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/9dKIC3vhSLg/s400/IMG_3872_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;We love you John David and are so blessed to be your parents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-4819581256392715929?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4819581256392715929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=4819581256392715929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4819581256392715929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4819581256392715929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/joihn-davids-2nd-birthday.html' title='Joihn David&apos;s 2nd Birthday'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SpKH4bc2wFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0r9Ek7HyPro/s72-c/Aug+%2709+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-4836101476694219483</id><published>2009-07-23T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:27:49.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;For the 4th of July my immediate family went to our family's farm called the 4-O. It's one of my favorite places in the world, which is the main reason why David and I chose to get married there. Anyways, we had a blast!!! My only regret is that I did not get a picture of all the whole family or even family units. I've got to start making a list of pictures I want to take before going places. Also, I've been trying some different settings on my camera, which is why the lighting, etc. looks different picture to picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what happens in my house when mommy tries to pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361852059597503554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkgCjaBfEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3ctP_fv-uVk/s400/summer+%2709+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sisters...I love that Kaylinn and Lissie have each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361852072568416130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkgDTuh54I/AAAAAAAAARY/ET5DgCNXU9Q/s400/summer+%2709+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The cousins. Audrey is always so great with Kaylinn. I pray Kaylinn is as sweet to others.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361852084631307538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkgEAqjBRI/AAAAAAAAARg/sI3ccr0ALCc/s400/summer+%2709+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making silly faces!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361852096019213426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkgErForHI/AAAAAAAAARo/8LWTvWyPyAo/s400/summer+%2709+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy face! A good friend of mine, Shelley, taught me how to make bows. I am so thankful, especially having two heads to decorate...it only took me 3 1/2 years to learn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362197426828813266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmpaJkmlI9I/AAAAAAAAATo/Xr7WdFgmMyo/s400/summer+%2709+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Addie and John David having a great time with Poppie.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361856982116482082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkkhFOAPCI/AAAAAAAAASg/Nbml9wRxAT4/s400/summer+%2709+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmmm...John David found something in his nose....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361854668507997826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkiaaWwZoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yDvnu1QQsrM/s400/summer+%2709+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;....here you go Addie! John David's always such a giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362199120527697186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmpbsKH3JSI/AAAAAAAAATw/78YHpscRnAI/s400/summer+%2709+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Addie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361854647903857810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkiZNmWLJI/AAAAAAAAASA/dvUgcfQSa1U/s400/summer+%2709+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John David and Addie.  Notice that Addie is looking down on John David; they are only a month apart.  I guess it helps that Addie's mom is 6', and it hurts that John David's mommy is only 5'2".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361854675105004466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Smkiay7mu7I/AAAAAAAAASY/9VQc1tRBrbE/s400/summer+%2709+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissing cousins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361854637016363906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkiYlCkM4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/zSXZHv-l0qc/s400/summer+%2709+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These two look a little ragged.  By the way Kaylinn is holding leaves or "salad" she is going to make for us to enjoy later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361856987168444418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkkhYCfEAI/AAAAAAAAASo/RTwtTaG-SfM/s400/summer+%2709+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Of course we did some fireworks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361857004647425154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkkiZJzJII/AAAAAAAAATA/lBwu8Em5ACU/s400/summer+%2709+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John David was most interested in touching the flames.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361856998436712786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkkiCBDMVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/enkPmMzADEg/s400/summer+%2709+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newly engaged couple.  Meg and Trey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkmLWTmK9I/AAAAAAAAATg/T8Ri71THVdk/s1600-h/summer+%2709+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361858807769476050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkmLWTmK9I/AAAAAAAAATg/T8Ri71THVdk/s400/summer+%2709+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkmKzO3MlI/AAAAAAAAATY/XZZoQMNg5aU/s1600-h/summer+%2709+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361858798354379346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkmKzO3MlI/AAAAAAAAATY/XZZoQMNg5aU/s400/summer+%2709+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylinn wasn't as fond of the bigger or noisier firecrackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkmKsOjVtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/FqdJRge2U_c/s1600-h/summer+%2709+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361858796474029778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkmKsOjVtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/FqdJRge2U_c/s400/summer+%2709+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John David was also concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkmKOVMehI/AAAAAAAAATI/T-AeVHqelPc/s1600-h/summer+%2709+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361858788448827922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkmKOVMehI/AAAAAAAAATI/T-AeVHqelPc/s400/summer+%2709+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tuley children. John David (2), Kaylinn (3), Lissie (3m).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Smkkh9l_pDI/AAAAAAAAASw/bb-ipMUmbsE/s1600-h/summer+%2709+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361856997249492018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Smkkh9l_pDI/AAAAAAAAASw/bb-ipMUmbsE/s400/summer+%2709+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't wait to make more memories! Next time I will be sure to take pictures of everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-4836101476694219483?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4836101476694219483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=4836101476694219483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4836101476694219483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4836101476694219483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-4th.html' title='July 4th'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SmkgCjaBfEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3ctP_fv-uVk/s72-c/summer+%2709+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-5839360564272368500</id><published>2009-07-13T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:06:08.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaylinnisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few stories I have to share about Kaylinn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Story #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaylinn's friend Drew was at our house the other day.  As they were eating lunch and I was feeding Lissie, I couldn't help but over hear their conversation.  Kaylinn was talking about her birthday party, a daily occurrence at our house (her birthday's in Nov.).  She was telling Drew that she was going to have a princess party with real princesses.  She also told him that he could come.  They real kicker came when she said, " and Drew, I'll let you dance with me." Oh how nice of you Kaylinn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Story #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were driving around yesterday evening looking into some different neighborhoods.  The sun was setting and in Kaylinn's eyes.  She asked to wear my sunglasses, and I told her that I needed them.  She had figured out that she could wear my sunglasses, and I could just turn my head to where the sun wasn't in my eyes. Nice Kaylinn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Story #3 My Favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I've never been a person who looses baby weight quickly, I wish I were one of those who became Popsicle when nursing; however, I tend to hang on to an extra 20lbs. until I am done nursing; being 5'2" really doesn't help either....anyways, all that to be said because I know I look a lot different these days, and after John David, Kaylinn lacked the vocab. to express how different I looked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Over the 4th of July we went to the 4-O to celebrate.  The kids stayed up later than normal, so in order to expedite the bedtime routine David took a shower with John David, while I was so lucky to shower with sweet Kaylinn.  Before we got out of the shower Kaylinn began to need &amp;amp; rub my tummy and then proceeded to tell me that she was making a cake.  Way to make a girl feel good!  Hey, at least she's stoped rubbing my tummy and asking when our next baby is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-5839360564272368500?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5839360564272368500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=5839360564272368500' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5839360564272368500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5839360564272368500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/kaylinnisms.html' title='Kaylinnisms'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-4044977735350956904</id><published>2009-07-13T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:39:27.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNE POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Derek (David's brother), Jodi, and Hudson were able to make it to Houston for a visit.  We  had a great time.  I wish they were closer so John David could get some more play time with Hudson.  It's so fun to have cousins.  My mom thinks Hudson looks a lot like Kaylinn.  I'd never thought about it but I do see the Tuley resemblance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;David, John David, Hudson, and Derek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358147103874657682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv2Zvy8rZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/IC7z3l30gO8/s400/Mother%27s+Day+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boy crew again with grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358147096460592482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv2ZULTBWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/_7cNl8T6eTc/s400/Mother%27s+Day+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaylinn driving the boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358147118549535906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv2amdtjKI/AAAAAAAAARI/TJ1G6EZOBf0/s400/Mother%27s+Day+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting to get the boys in the picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358147112325458066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv2aPRxqJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wjVZnD3fGfA/s400/Mother%27s+Day+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out of about 15...this was the best one I got.  Do you think they will ever sit still?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358147114659796802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv2aX-U10I/AAAAAAAAARA/zY7I_Rj-vQ8/s400/Mother%27s+Day+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say "CHEESE" Hudson....I have to say that face does remind me of Kaylinn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv0NvDL8iI/AAAAAAAAAQg/PYqdbkYn-jE/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358144698492645922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv0NvDL8iI/AAAAAAAAAQg/PYqdbkYn-jE/s400/Mother%27s+Day+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As we continue to add to the members to our family, my mom decided that we would celebrate family birthdays every 2 months.  In June we got together for May/June birthdays.  We went to a restaurant called Clay's Restaurant, which is perfect for kids.  I'd actually gone earlier in the month with a group of friends.  They have sandboxes, animals to feed , and plenty of space to run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John David was in LOVE with horses.  It was hard to pry him away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv0NKYU2rI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Zmjk8Q7wptE/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358144688649198258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv0NKYU2rI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Zmjk8Q7wptE/s400/Mother%27s+Day+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv0Mx8a0fI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/huDWK412xS0/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358144682089697778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv0Mx8a0fI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/huDWK412xS0/s400/Mother%27s+Day+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylinn with her horse feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv0Miixt9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/sXjsg5tU2ko/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358144677955614674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv0Miixt9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/sXjsg5tU2ko/s400/Mother%27s+Day+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylinn in the sandbox....wherever there is sand there you shall find Kaylinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv0MJlTXGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DzavdDvJuyQ/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358144671255321698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv0MJlTXGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DzavdDvJuyQ/s400/Mother%27s+Day+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylinn loves her older cousin Audrey.  Audrey is always so sweet to Kaylinn.  It's fun to watch them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvyL_qTAdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_zMUY1O9rbA/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358142469568659922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvyL_qTAdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_zMUY1O9rbA/s400/Mother%27s+Day+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Cullen at about 1 month, and this how he can usually be found...sleeping.  He is such a good and sweet baby.  We are so excited to a boy cousin on the Bonine side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvyLbDh_ZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mf5JS9VxxHA/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358142459742387602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvyLbDh_ZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mf5JS9VxxHA/s400/Mother%27s+Day+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did manage to get one of him awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvyLKNi0VI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vPGCp0CxY1g/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358142455220982098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvyLKNi0VI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vPGCp0CxY1g/s400/Mother%27s+Day+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Lissie at two months.   I love this sweet girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvyKlKn7OI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Xd7ZKI51YUw/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358142445276622050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvyKlKn7OI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Xd7ZKI51YUw/s400/Mother%27s+Day+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvyKOsJ41I/AAAAAAAAAPY/US5IvUlENgE/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358142439243244370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvyKOsJ41I/AAAAAAAAAPY/US5IvUlENgE/s400/Mother%27s+Day+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-4044977735350956904?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4044977735350956904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=4044977735350956904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4044977735350956904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4044977735350956904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/june-post.html' title='JUNE POST'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slv2Zvy8rZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/IC7z3l30gO8/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-3339663196653258187</id><published>2009-07-13T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:38:20.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Well I've been a little absent lately.  We are a one computer family right now, and the computer I use is David's work which means I don't get to get on until he gets home.  It is kind of freeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;There has been a lot going on in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tuley&lt;/span&gt; house.  I've really enjoyed being home with the kids this summer with no set schedule to follow. Mainly, we very recently put our house on the market.  Another reason for not posting...to exhausted!  Here are a few pictures from May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First Mother's Day with all three.  As you can see attempting to get a picture with all my children didn't work.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358133908659459874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvqZryfVyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/JCQ6er83G8c/s400/Mother%27s+Day+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....so we took individual pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvqaQxTjgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/l7rFENu4czU/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358133918586605058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvqaQxTjgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/l7rFENu4czU/s400/Mother%27s+Day+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvqaFYkK5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ufk44gNBNzg/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358133915530046354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvqaFYkK5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ufk44gNBNzg/s400/Mother%27s+Day+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken at the end of the day...mommy looks a little tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358133928386971778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Slvqa1R5SII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/XaD0rMB8fDo/s400/Mother%27s+Day+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another big event took place...I turned 30!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358131787732849954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvoeOuLlSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1h2sbtmdPtw/s400/Mother%27s+Day+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;David and I enjoyed a delicious and child free dinner with my family.  It was nice being able to complete a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvoeX1XK5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/l_AJ1Az9qBI/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358131790178888594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvoeX1XK5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/l_AJ1Az9qBI/s400/Mother%27s+Day+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-3339663196653258187?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3339663196653258187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=3339663196653258187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/3339663196653258187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/3339663196653258187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/may-post.html' title='MAY POST'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SlvqZryfVyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/JCQ6er83G8c/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-6894415769714000650</id><published>2009-06-09T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:40:02.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those days....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever just had one of those days where your 3 yr.old wakes and "requests" having the last of the english muffins but you insist she share it with her brother...major melt down#1, 2, and 3.  Oh and you don't have anymore OJ...melt down #4.  It's Tuesday, the cleaning lady comes so you've got to get out of the house, but your son decides to dump all the buckets of toys out...already 30 minutes behind leaving, which means you'll be feeding the new baby while you're out, yeah!  While at Walmart, you've got a basket full of stuff when the 3yr. old says, "Mommy, I've got to go potty."  in an ever so urgent voice.  Pay for the stuff, take cart and all 3 children and cram into the restroom...sweating begins.  Get everyone in the car, baby begins screaming because you woke her up putting her into a car seat she hates, and what do you discover, car won't start.  A man, who resembles Santa Claus, and your 3 yr.old is now calling, stands at the hood staring at you as you desperately try again and again to start.  You get out and he pops the hood and gives you a jump...yes the car starts but sweat continues.  Get to Autozone (decide whether or not you can leave kids in the car; better not, so unload and go in).  Baby is really worked up and now hungry.  You hear yourself tell your children "no" about 100xs.  I decided Autozone is really not all that kid friendly, except for all the candy that your kids can't stop touching. Your son decides to make a game out of running around the register; you have a hard time catching him because you've got a screaming, hungry, and sweating infant strapped to you .  While waiting for the young man to change your battery, you decide to "pin" your runner by putting him on the counter where he discovers lots of other things to touch and move.  To entertain your 3 yr.old, who is now hungry because she didn't eat breakfast because she couldn't have the whole english muffin, you begin to sing "I'm in Lord's Army."  I don't think many people in Autozone knew the song, plus your daughter is singing her own version which sounds like Mandarin Chinese.  Paid for the battery and left for the grocery store only to discover the front A/C doesn't work....did I mention the sweat and the infant is still screaming.  Got to the store, gave the oldest 2 a snack while I tried feeding the infant in the hot car.  Baby won't eat, FINE, get out, shop, get back in the car.....yes, A/C now works, get home, baby finally eats, put kids down and collapse on the couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you that I have food to feed 3 healthy children.  Thank you for Uba who is a life saver by helping clean the house.  Thank you for "Santa" who pulled into the right parking spot and was able to jump start my car.  Thank you for the young man who was SO nice and changed my battery for me.  Thank you for KSBJ and the songs that kept me from loosing it.  Thank you for the A/C working again.  Thank you for Annie coming to watch the kids while I took Lissie for her 2mos. check up, and then took Kaylinn back to her house for the next 2 days.  Thank you for David coming home early.  Thank you for allowing me to be able to gather with some friends tonight in fellowship.  Thank you for just one of those days that kept me asking for your help and for not giving me more that I could handle.  In Jesus name I pray, AMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-6894415769714000650?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6894415769714000650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=6894415769714000650' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6894415769714000650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6894415769714000650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just one of those days....'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-8004584436839529666</id><published>2009-05-08T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:15:52.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This past Thursday, Kaylinn's school had a tea for all the mommies.  We were served cake and tea.  Kaylinn made me a jewelry box, and inside was a Hershey hug and kiss, which Kaylinn informed me were for her later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's my beautiful handmade, one-of-a-kind box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTksfz0lMI/AAAAAAAAANs/nQP78Z5bYks/s1600-h/DL+5-7-09+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333639311817741506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTksfz0lMI/AAAAAAAAANs/nQP78Z5bYks/s400/DL+5-7-09+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture Kaylinn drew of me.  I think I am still pregnant in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTksFfwWvI/AAAAAAAAANk/QxZuvAx9jq8/s1600-h/DL+5-7-09+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333639304754256626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTksFfwWvI/AAAAAAAAANk/QxZuvAx9jq8/s400/DL+5-7-09+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the information Kaylinn said about me.  Do like my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTkrz3aG_I/AAAAAAAAANc/R-UaPjPjkdY/s1600-h/DL+5-7-09+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333639300021623794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTkrz3aG_I/AAAAAAAAANc/R-UaPjPjkdY/s400/DL+5-7-09+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, just the girls.  A sweet friend of mine watched John David.  Thank you Lynn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTgIHBVwEI/AAAAAAAAANU/1kuC0-Za5Gc/s1600-h/DL+5-7-09+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333634288641753154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTgIHBVwEI/AAAAAAAAANU/1kuC0-Za5Gc/s400/DL+5-7-09+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylinn and one of her best friends, Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTgH5pTyUI/AAAAAAAAANM/cd3rTIW4U78/s1600-h/DL+5-7-09+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333634285051300162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTgH5pTyUI/AAAAAAAAANM/cd3rTIW4U78/s400/DL+5-7-09+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a great time, and I just love being Kaylinn's mommy.  God has filled my life with such a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-8004584436839529666?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8004584436839529666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=8004584436839529666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/8004584436839529666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/8004584436839529666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-tea.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Tea'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTksfz0lMI/AAAAAAAAANs/nQP78Z5bYks/s72-c/DL+5-7-09+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-7164591756238184251</id><published>2009-05-07T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:58:15.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cullen Robert Bonine</title><content type='html'>He's here!!!! My brother, Jarod, and Chandra are thrilled that Cullen made his arrival this afternoon at 3:55pm. He weighs 6 lbs. 11 oz. and is 19 1/2" long. Everyone is doing great! The only sad part was that my camera battery went dead...boo. I can't wait to see how Cullen changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgO60aZ19aI/AAAAAAAAANE/OCnvc0OVA-o/s1600-h/DL+5-7-09+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333311793340478882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgO60aZ19aI/AAAAAAAAANE/OCnvc0OVA-o/s400/DL+5-7-09+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He looks so good being so new.  He is precious!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgO60ML-rEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7vh26R9bcBE/s1600-h/DL+5-7-09+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333311789524233282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgO60ML-rEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7vh26R9bcBE/s400/DL+5-7-09+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good job sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgO6zx_IHRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/t1ocFUqNbbw/s1600-h/DL+5-7-09+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333311782491004178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgO6zx_IHRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/t1ocFUqNbbw/s400/DL+5-7-09+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy changing Cullen's first diaper.  Uncle Tony giving a few helpful pointers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-7164591756238184251?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7164591756238184251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=7164591756238184251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/7164591756238184251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/7164591756238184251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/cullen-robert-bonine.html' title='Cullen Robert Bonine'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgO60aZ19aI/AAAAAAAAANE/OCnvc0OVA-o/s72-c/DL+5-7-09+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-6773739441295874499</id><published>2009-05-06T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:46:52.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John David</title><content type='html'>John David is one of my three bright lights in this world. He SO sweet and makes me laugh everyday. He's certainly all boy. His first word was ball and until recently one of his only words. He seems to be saying/attempting new words daily. Not much keeps his attention for long, except things he shouldn't be doing. I can often find John David climbing something, usually the kitchen table or counter tops. My mom recently found him on top of a chair he moved in order to reach the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; chip cookies I had made. When outside, John David's favorite thing to do is play with and eat dirt. He wears me out each day, but at the end of the day his slobbery kisses make up for any madness. I love this boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things David and I have been talking about is buzzing John David's hair. His head gets so hot. Well, I decided that I was not going to pay for a haircut I knew I could do myself. There are some things you should know before you attempt to cut hair. Like what type of trimmers you are using; I didn't know there were different types so I just grabbed David's not realizing they were his beard trimmers! Also, know how to work the trimmers. Yes, the trimmers had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt; on them but it was at it's lowest setting....hard to turn back once you've made the first cut. It started off really bad but ended up okay. Once we got past the shock, we have grown to like it. I still miss the curls though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgJD10FwnhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lpX7O53AEsU/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332899500555017746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgJD10FwnhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lpX7O53AEsU/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333644094483100818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTpC4oGdJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/dJ6xn1Byssw/s400/DL+5-7-09+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333644105025379010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTpDf5k2sI/AAAAAAAAAN8/eMQxYOBaArQ/s400/DL+5-7-09+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These next pictures I just had to post. We have spending a lot of time in our backyard after nap time. David had just gotten home so we were all enjoying the day. John David took his diaper off and decided he'd rather go nude. I spotted a frog on the fence and John David investigated further by picking it up, which to no ones surprise sent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; into a screaming frenzy and in turn John David threw the frog and began crying. I almost peed my pants it was so funny! I only wish I had my video camera. (I think David's afraid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylinn's&lt;/span&gt; reaction to living things will make John David afraid as well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He hasn't spotted the frog below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333645912288883570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTqssexc3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/9W6cWKo_cjk/s400/DL+5-7-09+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;David caught the frog and is trying to coax John David into trying again.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333645914509920306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTqs0wTyDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/FxTvhuiaXjo/s400/DL+5-7-09+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;John David finally decides to touch it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaylinn's&lt;/span&gt; a safe distance away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333645918082398818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgTqtCEDemI/AAAAAAAAAOU/QBr8PXdOvew/s400/DL+5-7-09+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-6773739441295874499?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6773739441295874499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=6773739441295874499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6773739441295874499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6773739441295874499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/john-david.html' title='John David'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgJD10FwnhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lpX7O53AEsU/s72-c/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-239116141216285644</id><published>2009-05-06T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:10:54.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Bath</title><content type='html'>This child does not get the baths that Kaylinn or John David received as infants.  I am going on the fact that newborns don't need a bath every day.  Lissie enjoys bath time.  Never a peep; however, her face is quite funny when her bottom hits the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgJBa7_MzqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aG37nGSUJnw/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332896839795265186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgJBa7_MzqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aG37nGSUJnw/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am still trying to figure out who she looks like, and I am wondering what her hair color will end up being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgJBap-L-_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/aBEI451drpk/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332896834959178738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgJBap-L-_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/aBEI451drpk/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgJBaeFEPyI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tEHBr3fgBv8/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332896831766806306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgJBaeFEPyI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tEHBr3fgBv8/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgJBZ98mEmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ozzZbzc777c/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332896823141339746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgJBZ98mEmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ozzZbzc777c/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet and clean....Lissie is a great baby.  Love the double chin; I wish mine were that cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-239116141216285644?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/239116141216285644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=239116141216285644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/239116141216285644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/239116141216285644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-bath.html' title='First Bath'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgJBa7_MzqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aG37nGSUJnw/s72-c/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-5509427144010268490</id><published>2009-05-06T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:52:11.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first week</title><content type='html'>Our first week together was a little bit hairy, but each week gets better.  Here are a few pictures of Lissie's first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgI6IWCAhPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-6fZ6vYXG_4/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332888823787455730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgI6IWCAhPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-6fZ6vYXG_4/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylinn's waiting to hold Lissie for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332888829774868610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgI6IsVhMII/AAAAAAAAAME/bn2GqPeE2qA/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First kiss.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was the only one I had of Lissie not screaming while Kaylinn was holding her.  One of the saddest things was when Kaylinn told us that Lissie didn't like her because she cries.  Poor thing thought Lissie was upset with HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgI6IOhqouI/AAAAAAAAAL0/akT16JX8Nk4/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332888821772755682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgI6IOhqouI/AAAAAAAAAL0/akT16JX8Nk4/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My poor mother got really sick before Lissie arrived.  When she and Preston came up to the hospital she had a fever and couldn't even hold Lissie.  In fact, Preston ended up getting sick as well.  They were finally able to hold Lissie one week later.  It was killing her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgI4lekis0I/AAAAAAAAALs/9Y7maRw9Gn8/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332887125272736578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgI4lekis0I/AAAAAAAAALs/9Y7maRw9Gn8/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my baby sister holding Lissie.  (This was the day before she got engaged...that's right, my little sis is getting married next summer!!!  I'm glad I've got a year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgI4k7A8KxI/AAAAAAAAALk/YeASWPsI9P0/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332887115728169746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgI4k7A8KxI/AAAAAAAAALk/YeASWPsI9P0/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lissie on her one week birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-5509427144010268490?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5509427144010268490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=5509427144010268490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5509427144010268490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5509427144010268490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-first-week.html' title='Our first week'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SgI6IWCAhPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-6fZ6vYXG_4/s72-c/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-5466148397582603642</id><published>2009-05-03T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:49:34.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few pictures during our short stay at the hospital.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5hz_o-gVI/AAAAAAAAALc/XGlEB4FQm5c/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331806554737770834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5hz_o-gVI/AAAAAAAAALc/XGlEB4FQm5c/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenn, Me, and Kim.  Lissie was excited to see friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5hzU4H_4I/AAAAAAAAALU/NvvR750DP88/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331806543258582914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5hzU4H_4I/AAAAAAAAALU/NvvR750DP88/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shannon, Me, and who is that little thumb sucker!!!  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; have 2 children who suck their thumb.  No worries, she hasn't been intrested in it since, so there is still hope she won't take to it! Shannon is a great friend, and she also takes awesome pictures (she took the pictures I first posted of Lissie). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5hzDbpF7I/AAAAAAAAALM/a5oKVpn2pKw/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331806538575714226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5hzDbpF7I/AAAAAAAAALM/a5oKVpn2pKw/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello pop-eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5hyxzwj0I/AAAAAAAAALE/DKvGg7VqTmE/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331806533845028674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5hyxzwj0I/AAAAAAAAALE/DKvGg7VqTmE/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the most aware child I've had.  She has been so alert from day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5hytESXZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/trJAi1iVL7w/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331806532572175762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5hytESXZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/trJAi1iVL7w/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are leaving the hospital.  Lissie screamed the whole way home, something she shares with my other two as a baby...her despise of the car seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-5466148397582603642?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5466148397582603642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=5466148397582603642' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5466148397582603642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5466148397582603642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/hospital.html' title='The Hospital'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5hz_o-gVI/AAAAAAAAALc/XGlEB4FQm5c/s72-c/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-5340709301994417964</id><published>2009-05-03T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:22:32.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well I am finally blogging again.  Here are some pictures of Lissie's birth.  I look just terrible, but it was 2am when I went into labor and 5am when I had her so I guess I look as good as I was going to get.  I just wish I had had time to do something with my hair and put just a dab of make-up on.....blah, blah, blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5YMRYUQeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tPT7t3L8vug/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331795976700314082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5YMRYUQeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tPT7t3L8vug/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our first look at our precious girl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5YMDtZ0KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9mjmP5VJTeU/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331795973030662306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5YMDtZ0KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9mjmP5VJTeU/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love at first sight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5YLyPbcWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gpaPlWHMZOg/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331795968341537122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5YLyPbcWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gpaPlWHMZOg/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our midwife, Chantel Ashley....can't say enough great things about her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5YLnLY2SI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HPjyW4Qn0wc/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331795965371799842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5YLnLY2SI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HPjyW4Qn0wc/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Karen taught our Bradley Birth class and was our doula during labor.  She was SO helpful!  She had actually called Saturday to see if it was alright if she went to Round Top, and my reply was "sure... if you don't go this child won't come but if you do he/she just might!  I guess it took Karen leaving town to inspire Lissie.  (I can't tell who's more tired in this picture, Lissie or me?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5YLO5uCQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s0_7Pngji5E/s1600-h/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331795958855239938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5YLO5uCQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s0_7Pngji5E/s400/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Kalyn (spelled differently than my Kaylinn) who is a L&amp;amp;D nurse at Willowbrook.  It is such a small world; we were in the same small group during last years BSF.  She wasn't there during my labor but after sift change she took care of me.  It was great catching up with her.  (This picture was taken at about noon the same day I had Lissie and after a much needed shower).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-5340709301994417964?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5340709301994417964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=5340709301994417964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5340709301994417964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5340709301994417964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/birth-pictures.html' title='Birth Pictures'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sf5YMRYUQeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tPT7t3L8vug/s72-c/Easter+and+LIssie%27s+Birth+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-2657716672818700794</id><published>2009-04-08T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:36:01.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE'S HERE....FINALLY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am SOOOOOOOO excited to announce the arrival our 3rd child, Elizabeth "Lissie" Tuley.  She was born at 5:09am on Sunday, April 5th.  She weighed in at 7 lbs. 15 oz. and is 19 in. long.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As many of you know I wanted to have a natural labor, and God truly blessed me with a great husband, helpful doula, wonderful midwife, and lots of respectful hospital staff.  One of my labor and delivery nurses was even in my BSF small group when I had it on Monday nights. However, the most tender moment happened before I began pushing, David had the presence of mind in the midst of some really intense moments to say a precious prayer, and after only 3 short but &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; intense hours from my first contraction to my 4th push she was here.  God is AWESOME!!!  He took care of EVERY detail and every worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures a really good friend who is much better with her camera than I am with mine took.....THANK YOU SHANNON!  Lissie one at one day old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sd1ZXXw4t_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/gos9DVo78Hc/s1600-h/Lissie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322508592672716786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sd1ZXXw4t_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/gos9DVo78Hc/s400/Lissie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sd1ZXMRLHGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MEDdCMVbajY/s1600-h/IMG_9528-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322508589586914402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sd1ZXMRLHGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MEDdCMVbajY/s400/IMG_9528-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-2657716672818700794?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2657716672818700794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=2657716672818700794' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2657716672818700794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2657716672818700794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-herefinally.html' title='SHE&apos;S HERE....FINALLY!!!'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sd1ZXXw4t_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/gos9DVo78Hc/s72-c/Lissie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-6656091506365296776</id><published>2009-04-02T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:28:15.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I am still here &amp;amp; still pregnant.  Had another appointment today and how grateful it is to say, the baby looks great!  I go back on Monday for the full set of tests, when I am officially 2 weeks late.  Right now we are just taking it one day at a time, and David and I will get to Monday when it gets here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel great and at peace with God's plan.  I will admit it will be nice to get up without making noises, having only one chin, not having a doctor's every 3 days, etc.  But for now we are here and waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-6656091506365296776?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6656091506365296776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=6656091506365296776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6656091506365296776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6656091506365296776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-days-past.html' title='10 days past'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-381314868784804880</id><published>2009-04-01T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:40:38.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SdQlXy9OgoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7ua80BwNLI8/s1600-h/Rodeo+and+Girls+Weekend+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319918150577193602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SdQlXy9OgoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7ua80BwNLI8/s400/Rodeo+and+Girls+Weekend+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While I am waiting for this baby, I thought it might be fun to take a vote on what people think we are having, when, and measurements. We finally have both a boy and girl name. If we have a girl, her name will be Elizabeth Tuley; we will probably call her Lissie (this is Kaylinn's prediction of what we are having, but she also says Elizabeth will have purple, red, and pink hair?). If this baby is a boy, his name will be William Rason Tuley. I can't wait to meet this little person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-381314868784804880?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/381314868784804880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=381314868784804880' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/381314868784804880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/381314868784804880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/vote-now.html' title='Vote Now'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SdQlXy9OgoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7ua80BwNLI8/s72-c/Rodeo+and+Girls+Weekend+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-483524883318453440</id><published>2009-03-30T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:53:32.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>41 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Went in to have all the same tests done today that I did on Friday.  I feel blessed to say that fluid levels are up and everything looks great.  Now if we could just talk this child out!  I go back Thursday morning to check on the baby some more.  I am also not on bed rest; she told me light duty.  I'm really not sure what that means?  At least maybe getting up a little more will help get things moving.  Thank you for all the prayers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-483524883318453440?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/483524883318453440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=483524883318453440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/483524883318453440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/483524883318453440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/41-weeks.html' title='41 weeks'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-6549723885817157813</id><published>2009-03-28T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:08:00.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donuts with Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since school is out when Father's Day rolls around, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylinn's&lt;/span&gt; school does Donuts with Dad at the end of February. I made the mistake of talking about it too soon, which made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; upset when she'd ask (everyday) if daddy was going to school and my answer was not to her satisfaction. She also requested pink donuts with sprinkles for herself and blue donuts with sprinkles for daddy, since he's a boy. I was relieved when she was happy with the donut she got. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; was SO excited to have daddy come to school with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7T3KFpx3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8eYOjvqvvPA/s1600-h/IMG_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318421154525464434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7T3KFpx3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8eYOjvqvvPA/s400/IMG_0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7T2twttXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bsvDdXpQgto/s1600-h/IMG_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318421146921448818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7T2twttXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bsvDdXpQgto/s400/IMG_0975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; even made her daddy a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7T2PAjWGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jfcqHY8vmvs/s1600-h/IMG_0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318421138666379362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7T2PAjWGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jfcqHY8vmvs/s400/IMG_0976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture frame with a picture of her....she was too busy enjoying her donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7T16WsH9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/M4jSNdHOs8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318421133122084818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7T16WsH9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/M4jSNdHOs8Y/s400/IMG_0972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if you can read this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;survey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; filled out about David, but it's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is 16 yrs. old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad's favorite color is green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad's favorite food is ketchup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad helps me paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad's favorite thing to do is race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am with my dad we love to dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-6549723885817157813?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6549723885817157813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=6549723885817157813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6549723885817157813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6549723885817157813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/donuts-with-dad.html' title='Donuts with Dad'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7T3KFpx3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8eYOjvqvvPA/s72-c/IMG_0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-8986405193045922234</id><published>2009-03-28T17:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:02:14.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACU Sing Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Towards the end of February, my mom, Kaylinn, and I drove to Abilene to watch Meggan in the old ACU tradition of Sing Song. Each class and club decides what they are going to be and then using costumes, songs, choreography, etc. competes against one another to win the whole thing. They give 3 different performances and then on the final night, the overall winner is announced. Meggan is in the same club that I was, Ko Jo Kai, and she is ALL about being a Kojie. As you can see they were skunks this year. I am proud to say that they won! Meggan is also next year's Kojie VP. I sure am proud of her, and I am so glad she is having so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7A_MD3t6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/wZKUMySzzEc/s1600-h/IMG_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318400401772885922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7A_MD3t6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/wZKUMySzzEc/s400/IMG_0963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little skunk...Boogie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7A-X8cQuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hC2yyBkPPSM/s1600-h/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318400387783082722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7A-X8cQuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hC2yyBkPPSM/s400/IMG_0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylinn with her Aunt Boogie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7A-OCuw_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/syzMxXGg81k/s1600-h/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318400385125106674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7A-OCuw_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/syzMxXGg81k/s400/IMG_0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's that you smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7A9SnCPBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/c9jMlRzsVaw/s1600-h/IMG_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318400369171250194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7A9SnCPBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/c9jMlRzsVaw/s400/IMG_0968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just Meg and her roommate, Carley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7A8yMoBTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bC4u01NoLoI/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318400360470545714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7A8yMoBTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bC4u01NoLoI/s400/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not the greatest picture, but this is the whole group getting ready to listen to the winner of that afternoon's category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-8986405193045922234?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8986405193045922234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=8986405193045922234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/8986405193045922234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/8986405193045922234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/acu-sing-song.html' title='ACU Sing Song'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc7A_MD3t6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/wZKUMySzzEc/s72-c/IMG_0963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-6293431023637469354</id><published>2009-03-28T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:34:10.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took Kaylinn to the dentist, and she did awesome!  I couldn't believe how compliant she was with all that was asked of her.  I am so glad we went to a Pediatric Dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc5O4n6OAgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5ueGOtMOFgI/s1600-h/IMG_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318274944663945730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc5O4n6OAgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5ueGOtMOFgI/s400/IMG_0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylinn and John David before we got started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc5O4TfvO-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/WsSwC8nroc8/s1600-h/IMG_0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318274939184167906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc5O4TfvO-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/WsSwC8nroc8/s400/IMG_0945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;X-rays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc5O4HWmVOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ewj69zfgVfw/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318274935924610274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc5O4HWmVOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ewj69zfgVfw/s400/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylinn helped Ms. Linda with Mr. Thirsty.....she LOVED helping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc5O3WeCu_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/y0Jzl5f8_wc/s1600-h/IMG_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318274922802494450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc5O3WeCu_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/y0Jzl5f8_wc/s400/IMG_0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dr. Joe Pierce doing a final sweep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc5O3Ay9-zI/AAAAAAAAAIM/F1snKz-Pkmg/s1600-h/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318274916984683314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc5O3Ay9-zI/AAAAAAAAAIM/F1snKz-Pkmg/s400/IMG_0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ALL CLEAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-6293431023637469354?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6293431023637469354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=6293431023637469354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6293431023637469354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6293431023637469354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/dentist.html' title='Dentist'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Sc5O4n6OAgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5ueGOtMOFgI/s72-c/IMG_0940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-7129293105778478835</id><published>2009-03-24T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:48:39.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Updates</title><content type='html'>My Mom:&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for all who lifted my mom in prayer. This last surgery she went through proves to be paying off. Her doctor made her stay off of her ankle longer, but the bones are fusing together, which they did not see happen with the last surgery. She is up and putting weight on it, and things are looking really well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylinn:&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, Kaylinn has had bouts of unexplainable dizzy spells. The first happened last May, and she has had three episodes since the end of January of this year. David and I have been in prayer about what measures to take. I just got off the phone with a really great family friend who is highly involved with the Texas Children's Pediatric Neurology team who are called "Blue Birds." They deal with some really terrible things in children. Anyways, our friend, Susan, went and talked to Dr. Zellner on our behalf this afternoon (we gave her a complete history of what we have been seeing, along with who we had already taken her to see &amp;amp; what they said, and blood work). Dr. Zellner gave us some great news. He felt very confident that it was a condition called BPPV or Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo (sp?), which sounds bad, but basically means that it's an inner ear thing she will eventually grow out of.....YEAH!!! So if you are around Kaylinn and she starts to look really off balance (may even fall) and her eyes are trying to catch the room, just hold her until it's over. She then goes on like nothing ever happened. Praise GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Baby Tuley:&lt;br /&gt;Well I am 1 day past my due date, which I just remind myself is just a guess. I was checked today and was 2 cm dilated and 50% effaced. So there is some progress. I go in Friday to have an ultrasound to check fluids and have a stress test done. I REALLY DO NOT want to be induced. Please pray for God's timing in the arrival of this baby. I am ready but also great with what God has planned......now I think I'll go and have bowl of ice cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-7129293105778478835?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7129293105778478835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=7129293105778478835' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/7129293105778478835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/7129293105778478835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-updates.html' title='Few Updates'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-4142074347730316493</id><published>2009-03-22T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:06:34.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures from Kaylinn's class Valentine's party.  It is so fun seeing her in a different environment.  She loves her class and her teachers.  What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Scam-sq3h7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/G7QigjfHwo0/s1600-h/IMG_0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316120006230509490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Scam-sq3h7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/G7QigjfHwo0/s400/IMG_0890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Scam-BbTVNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LZOXoEbzPgY/s1600-h/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316119994622498002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Scam-BbTVNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LZOXoEbzPgY/s400/IMG_0895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Scam9de_aZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/n9O3ORWrCak/s1600-h/IMG_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316119984974293394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Scam9de_aZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/n9O3ORWrCak/s400/IMG_0898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She only ate the top part with the icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Scam9HDiS4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/X5tc6ZcMyJU/s1600-h/IMG_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316119978953558914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Scam9HDiS4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/X5tc6ZcMyJU/s400/IMG_0900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hannah was willing to look at the camera but Kaylinn didn't want anything to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Scam8kml70I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Co6bpl4yZgA/s1600-h/IMG_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316119969705357122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Scam8kml70I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Co6bpl4yZgA/s400/IMG_0904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John David enjoyed the time with his chicken nuggets.  It's great that he is SO easy going, well, at least most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-4142074347730316493?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4142074347730316493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=4142074347730316493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4142074347730316493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4142074347730316493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/valentines.html' title='Valentines'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/Scam-sq3h7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/G7QigjfHwo0/s72-c/IMG_0890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-5947273765979857966</id><published>2009-03-22T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:08:23.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotulla, TX.</title><content type='html'>We took a little trip in the middle of Jan. to visit some friends, the Hehmans.  Mike ran my grandfather's hunting place, and David's natural love for hunting made them instant friends.  The Hehmans now live in Cotulla, TX. where Mike is doing his best to control the deer popluation for another ranch owner.  Brandi and Mike have two precious boys, and were so kind to feed us and open their home.  We all had a blast!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScaXns7MPBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pPZPJnlACC0/s1600-h/IMG_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316103118487567378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScaXns7MPBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pPZPJnlACC0/s400/IMG_0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylinn shooting the deer with a water gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScaXmyFRU1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OzmXGjW6dj4/s1600-h/IMG_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316103102692152146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScaXmyFRU1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OzmXGjW6dj4/s400/IMG_0826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScaXmo-rgUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TXAmltQIMVs/s1600-h/IMG_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316103100248588610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScaXmo-rgUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TXAmltQIMVs/s400/IMG_0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScaXmAp4WmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wPdojj5tRUc/s1600-h/IMG_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316103089423932002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScaXmAp4WmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wPdojj5tRUc/s400/IMG_0811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left to right: Chance, John David, Ty, and Kaylinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScaXlVzgq2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/sc8vPN8UX3U/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316103077921598306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScaXlVzgq2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/sc8vPN8UX3U/s400/IMG_0804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John David loved this John Deere tricycle, and he also LOVED seeing the deer come in every night....his daddy was glad to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-5947273765979857966?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5947273765979857966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=5947273765979857966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5947273765979857966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5947273765979857966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/cotulla-tx.html' title='Cotulla, TX.'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScaXns7MPBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pPZPJnlACC0/s72-c/IMG_0827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-8868841586051064919</id><published>2009-03-21T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:12:06.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's</title><content type='html'>We spent New Year's at my most favorite place in the world...the 4-O.  A few friends joind us, and we had a blast poppin fireworks, eating good food, playing washers, and making memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScWAx5J6aMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bkPBoHuUXJI/s1600-h/IMG_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315796529825081538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScWAx5J6aMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bkPBoHuUXJI/s400/IMG_0766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New Year buddies, Kaylinn and John David!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScWAxmKttfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iMibesnrwws/s1600-h/IMG_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315796524728169970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScWAxmKttfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iMibesnrwws/s400/IMG_0769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Boogie aka my sister, Meggan with her New Year's dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScWAxbBEgjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nfZ9KL1LqV8/s1600-h/IMG_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315796521734930994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScWAxbBEgjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nfZ9KL1LqV8/s400/IMG_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy Lippincott brought silly string for the kids.  They loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScWAw4is9qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Nvcxp7NCfbw/s1600-h/IMG_0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315796512480753314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScWAw4is9qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Nvcxp7NCfbw/s400/IMG_0777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Left to right: Kaylinn, Carmie, and Brinley watching the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScWAwkPdSII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KAESiSAQ0tM/s1600-h/IMG_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315796507031324802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScWAwkPdSII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KAESiSAQ0tM/s400/IMG_0791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinley and Carmie snuggling up with David the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-8868841586051064919?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8868841586051064919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=8868841586051064919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/8868841586051064919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/8868841586051064919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-years.html' title='New Year&apos;s'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScWAx5J6aMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bkPBoHuUXJI/s72-c/IMG_0766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-6916549516396696699</id><published>2009-03-17T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:51:17.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I thought since Kaylinn is still singing Christmas songs, it would be okay to upload my Christmas photos.  These are not terribly great.  I am still figuring out my new camera and waiting to take a class to learn how to use it.  I am also still figuring out how to add pictures...these are out of order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScMKXy4XRMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X2cWCAnO-E8/s1600-h/IMG_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315103389138764994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScMKXy4XRMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X2cWCAnO-E8/s400/IMG_0885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over at David's Parents.  All the kids loved Kaylinn's keyboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left to right:  Hudson, Kaylinn, &amp;amp; John David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScMKXZpQ_3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/uTpLfMsgo_Y/s1600-h/IMG_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315103382364553074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScMKXZpQ_3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/uTpLfMsgo_Y/s400/IMG_0873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How sweet!  Hudson's already showing what a good sharer he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScMKXO7CLkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bgC6_DKGsuU/s1600-h/IMG_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315103379486289474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScMKXO7CLkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bgC6_DKGsuU/s400/IMG_0839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hudson wasn't too excited about the cousin picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScMKWnTtlXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tgQsqEKDbfI/s1600-h/IMG_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315103368852378994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScMKWnTtlXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tgQsqEKDbfI/s400/IMG_0833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScBWk0etKTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/c83L7ehU8SM/s1600-h/IMG_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314342750859897138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScBWk0etKTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/c83L7ehU8SM/s400/IMG_0749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't think John David let go of that ball all Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScBWkSQlhqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PdILBpCuGtY/s1600-h/IMG_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314342741673871010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScBWkSQlhqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PdILBpCuGtY/s400/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All the kids waiting to see what Santa brought them.  The 4 matching PJ's are cousins.  The 3 boys not matching are brothers and my first cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScBWkHaWY5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/uLco4Vbtrgw/s1600-h/IMG_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314342738762032018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScBWkHaWY5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/uLco4Vbtrgw/s400/IMG_0739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylinn showing us her dance moves.  I wish I had it on film; she kind of reminded me of Elaine dancing on Seinfeld.  As soon as she saw this dress my mom got her she HAD to put it on and twirl around.  The music she danced to was provided by the ballerina music box Aunt Mary got her.  She had a ball!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScBWkK6MuOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jZK20T3K8Es/s1600-h/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314342739700922594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScBWkK6MuOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jZK20T3K8Es/s400/IMG_0733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John David peeking inside to see what Annie and Poppie gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScBWjrPXgNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7wMsj_DhMUw/s1600-h/IMG_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314342731199774930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScBWjrPXgNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7wMsj_DhMUw/s400/IMG_0727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylinn getting ready to decorate a gingerbread house, which shamefully I did not get a picture of.  We had a gingerbread decorating contest this year.  My whole family broke up into teams.  My sister, Kaylinn, and I were on one team, and if any of you know Meggan, you know how serious she takes winning (she's not the only one in my family that is this way).  If anyone has decorated a gingerbread house with a 3 yr. old, you know how helpful they can be.  So to say the least Kaylinn didn't touch the house all that much, but she did eat her fair share of the decorating candy.  In the end everyone won some sort of prize for their masterpiece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise next year I will take more and better pictures AND post them before it warms up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-6916549516396696699?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6916549516396696699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=6916549516396696699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6916549516396696699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6916549516396696699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/ScMKXy4XRMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X2cWCAnO-E8/s72-c/IMG_0885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-6425765568761342492</id><published>2009-01-26T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:13:03.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Slay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;We were really bored one Saturday morning, so daddy found a box we weren't using and decided on some instant fun....a slay.  Never mind that it was about 80 outside that day.  The kids had a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SX2nNDWV4mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yueOdtxvcB0/s1600-h/IMG_0723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295572579536724578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SX2nNDWV4mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yueOdtxvcB0/s400/IMG_0723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John David wasn't sure what to think at first, especially after falling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SX2nM5DrQvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EyA5sU3ZLiw/s1600-h/IMG_0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295572576774079218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SX2nM5DrQvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EyA5sU3ZLiw/s400/IMG_0721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not sure if he's picking his nose or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SX2nMom-zEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TFsoS7r_Mtc/s1600-h/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295572572358757442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SX2nMom-zEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TFsoS7r_Mtc/s400/IMG_0715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylinn ,of course, loved every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-6425765568761342492?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6425765568761342492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=6425765568761342492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6425765568761342492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6425765568761342492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/homemade-slay.html' title='Homemade Slay'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SX2nNDWV4mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yueOdtxvcB0/s72-c/IMG_0723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-4364949744049161068</id><published>2009-01-07T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:32:08.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This post is kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;journalish&lt;/span&gt;; sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today was a beautiful, rare day in that we didn't have anything planned.  I am not a person who likes to have my day packed, not that I don't enjoy the occasional play date or outing, but  I am much more of a home body who enjoys a slower pace.   Although, my days don't often resemble my desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The kids and I took a walk up to the park this morning and played together for the first part, and then I sat and observed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; and John David playing.  It was great ..... I felt like I was having one of those rare "stop and smell the roses" kind of moments.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; was off picking flowers and having a make belief conversation with herself.  John David on the other hand was digging, eating dirt and occasionally finding a stick and using it as a golf club/sword.  During the 45 minutes of watching my children, Satan almost craftily came in and stole it.  I started thinking about something terrible happening to either of them and how I just knew I couldn't survive it.  I must admit, I am kind a pessimist.  My theory is, if you expect the worst possible in a situation then anything else is better.....not a godly way to perceive life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here I was having a perfectly wonderful time and doubt &amp;amp; worry were creeping in; man is Satan good.  Praise the Lord! God began speaking at almost the same time.  Calmly He assured me; my children are in the best possible hands they could be in...His.  And His love for them is greater than even mine.  What peace I felt, but it wasn't peace in thinking nothing bad would or could ever happen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; or John David, it was peace in knowing God is in control and how freeing that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful day &amp;amp; to top it off I ended up with a beautiful bouquet of flowers/weeds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-4364949744049161068?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4364949744049161068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=4364949744049161068' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4364949744049161068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/4364949744049161068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-5431222110125784749</id><published>2009-01-05T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:21:38.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meemaw's 75th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Shortly after celebrating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylinn's&lt;/span&gt; third birthday, we celebrated my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meemaw's&lt;/span&gt; 75&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I've got SO many great memories of my grandparents....too many to list, but I love to think back on the times I was able to spend with them. It was not long ago we were celebrating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meemaw's&lt;/span&gt; 70&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and listening to the sweet things my grandfather had to say about his bride; we miss him greatly, but it was great time for the family to gather together and praise such a godly woman. I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Meemaw&lt;/span&gt;!!! Here are a few pictures Tiffany Fetter captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLmLqVoD3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Tr8MFkCSfTk/s1600-h/David+&amp;amp;+Katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288042000504328050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLmLqVoD3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Tr8MFkCSfTk/s400/David+%26+Katie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLmK2LShTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9jTudSrSoBs/s1600-h/Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288041986502329650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLmK2LShTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9jTudSrSoBs/s400/Friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Meemaw's&lt;/span&gt; long time friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLmKxqzKAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N7EZ06ah1Ag/s1600-h/Parents+&amp;amp;+Meemaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288041985292314626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLmKxqzKAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N7EZ06ah1Ag/s400/Parents+%26+Meemaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Meemaw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLmKgbVgdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1i36q5rOgxo/s1600-h/Grandkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288041980664054226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLmKgbVgdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1i36q5rOgxo/s400/Grandkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;, minus Ben, who's three and was in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLmKoEjMYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7v0-NjAPh_c/s1600-h/Meemaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288041982715965826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLmKoEjMYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7v0-NjAPh_c/s400/Meemaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The birthday girl; I really hope I look this great at 75.  I still have people ask me if she's my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-5431222110125784749?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5431222110125784749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=5431222110125784749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5431222110125784749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/5431222110125784749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/meemaws-75th-birthday.html' title='Meemaw&apos;s 75th Birthday'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLmLqVoD3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Tr8MFkCSfTk/s72-c/David+%26+Katie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-6531641714784194198</id><published>2009-01-05T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:21:26.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so I haven't been all that great in updating the blog, but hopefully with my new camera that will change. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tuley&lt;/span&gt; family has had a great past couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylinn's&lt;/span&gt; 3rd Birthday. We had it at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rukus&lt;/span&gt; Room, which is a bounce house type place. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; loves to jump and still talks about her party...often requesting to watch her birthday video. She also LOVES Ariel, and so it was no surprise when she raked in the little mermaid gear. The other thing she's obsessed with is gum, but up until now we wouldn't really let her chew it because she'd swallow it. David and I told her that when she turned 3, she could try it again. So she was thrilled, to say the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt;, when her cake had gumballs all the way around it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLahqITU0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/w3rY0sH92-Y/s1600-h/test.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029184266031938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLahqITU0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/w3rY0sH92-Y/s400/test.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tuley&lt;/span&gt; Family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLahsq27VI/AAAAAAAAADw/GOOWT7Wf8MM/s1600-h/Nana.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029184947842386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLahsq27VI/AAAAAAAAADw/GOOWT7Wf8MM/s400/Nana.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana (David's mom) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLahQE2QTI/AAAAAAAAADo/UQPU9DArAx4/s1600-h/4+generations.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029177272222002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLahQE2QTI/AAAAAAAAADo/UQPU9DArAx4/s400/4+generations.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 Generations of women (My mom, Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Meemaw&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; Me) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLahZIKapI/AAAAAAAAADg/5wuzDtBQgUA/s1600-h/Bday+Cake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029179702045330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLahZIKapI/AAAAAAAAADg/5wuzDtBQgUA/s400/Bday+Cake.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ariel/Gumball Cake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-6531641714784194198?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6531641714784194198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=6531641714784194198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6531641714784194198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6531641714784194198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/belated-updates.html' title='Belated Updates'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SWLahqITU0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/w3rY0sH92-Y/s72-c/test.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-8721803248276962688</id><published>2008-11-12T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:31:19.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Updates</title><content type='html'>Baby Tuley #3- We had an appointment last week and everything looks really good.  I cannot believe I am half way through.  We did not find out the sex; I feel as though it gives this pregnancy a little something different.  And besides, when I did look, the legs were closed.  Still measuring for March 25, 2009, but I don't put much stock in due dates.  The only cause for concern was the placenta was close to the opening of my cervix, which I had with John David and in 90% of the cases they move up.  They will take a look again and see if it has, if not then I guess bed rest for me....which how in the world does that work with a 3 yr. old and 16 month old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom- Many of you know my mom had a bad fall after Kaylinn's first birthday which resulted in a nasty compound fracture.  I thought compound, using my English skills, meant more than one break.  So when Meg and I met her at the hospital, imagine my surprise to find out that it means the bone came through the skin.  Anyways, two surgeries and a few experts later have decided that the bone is not healing and fusing the way it should.  While her doctor is investigating why the bone isn't fusing, they have decided that another surgery is a must.  So after Thanksgiving she will undergo her third surgery.  Please pray for this next surgery success.  Also, this is a good time of year to remind all you who are decorating.....DO NOT stand on the very top of a ladder (the part where it says "This is not a step").  My mom would appreciate me warning all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-8721803248276962688?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8721803248276962688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=8721803248276962688' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/8721803248276962688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/8721803248276962688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-updates.html' title='Few Updates'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-6805227843223578808</id><published>2008-11-10T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:29:41.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This past weekend some great friends of ours, the Hicks, came in town, which gave the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crider's&lt;/span&gt; a perfect reason to have us over to their new house.  It was blessing to be able to catch up with friendships David and I made when we were first married and no kids.  It's amazing to see where God has put us and how our families have grown.  We love you all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRkIAa5YVFI/AAAAAAAAADY/HXNjURrfzJI/s1600-h/families"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267250042499519570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRkIAa5YVFI/AAAAAAAAADY/HXNjURrfzJI/s400/families" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Families from left to right: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Criders&lt;/span&gt;, Hicks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Leesers&lt;/span&gt;, us, Mays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRkIAd5CRBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ReK9D-gn5Ws/s1600-h/the+girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267250043303379986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRkIAd5CRBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ReK9D-gn5Ws/s400/the+girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls:  Erin, Whitney, me, Fran, Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRkIANTSffI/AAAAAAAAADI/wajbmivFzxI/s1600-h/all+the+kiddos,+minus+Livvy[1].jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267250038850092530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRkIANTSffI/AAAAAAAAADI/wajbmivFzxI/s400/all+the+kiddos,+minus+Livvy%5B1%5D.jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were able to get most of the kids in a picture.  From Left to right: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; holding her sister Coley, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; holding on to John David, Avery holding Lincoln.  Missing from picture due to bedtime: Olivia, Avery's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-6805227843223578808?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6805227843223578808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=6805227843223578808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6805227843223578808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/6805227843223578808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-friends.html' title='Good Friends'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRkIAa5YVFI/AAAAAAAAADY/HXNjURrfzJI/s72-c/families' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-2674399550311815232</id><published>2008-11-10T19:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:53:26.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>We had a quiet but great Halloween.  Our good friend, Shannon, had us over for a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playdate&lt;/span&gt; lunch.  We had a blast; thank you Shannon!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the first ones out trick or treating, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; LOVED it.  We didn't hit that many houses...how much candy does one really need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRj-1BxBt8I/AAAAAAAAADA/UO13WutS3Co/s1600-h/cry+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267239951170385858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRj-1BxBt8I/AAAAAAAAADA/UO13WutS3Co/s400/cry+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the reason Shannon was only able to take a couple of pictures.  By the way I caught &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylinn&lt;/span&gt; looking at herself in the mirror at the party, and yes, she was singing like Ariel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRj-0xWuUPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nSz0NqDxNlw/s1600-h/2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267239946765095154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRj-0xWuUPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nSz0NqDxNlw/s400/2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little mermaid and the fisherman showing us his catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRj-07EHFQI/AAAAAAAAACw/hM5cOxuvEfw/s1600-h/all+kids+2008"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267239949371380994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRj-07EHFQI/AAAAAAAAACw/hM5cOxuvEfw/s400/all+kids+2008" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kiddos&lt;/span&gt;; still can't believe there were no tears in this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRj-0mXJ6BI/AAAAAAAAACo/ahfY5Fzmn9U/s1600-h/John+David.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267239943814113298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRj-0mXJ6BI/AAAAAAAAACo/ahfY5Fzmn9U/s400/John+David.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is last years Halloween picture.  After David saw John David, he said "No more wigs and for sure no more makeup!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRj-0QF4pDI/AAAAAAAAACg/ueSgqqwt5lA/s1600-h/Ann+&amp;amp;+Andy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267239937836098610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRj-0QF4pDI/AAAAAAAAACg/ueSgqqwt5lA/s400/Ann+%26+Andy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raggedy Anne and Andy in 2007....aren't they precious!  Although, all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaylinn's&lt;/span&gt; friends were scared of her because they didn't know who she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-2674399550311815232?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2674399550311815232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=2674399550311815232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2674399550311815232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2674399550311815232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SRj-1BxBt8I/AAAAAAAAADA/UO13WutS3Co/s72-c/cry+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-7632439214906822201</id><published>2008-10-21T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:39:56.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Successful Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SP655NIG6eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/F0puFZMgHak/s1600-h/IMG_5469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259845807242668514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SP655NIG6eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/F0puFZMgHak/s400/IMG_5469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SP655XjaDnI/AAAAAAAAABY/sbt0_Hc4-Tg/s1600-h/IMG_5288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259845810041523826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SP655XjaDnI/AAAAAAAAABY/sbt0_Hc4-Tg/s400/IMG_5288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SP655y8KtFI/AAAAAAAAABg/NRx7p2S9zDs/s1600-h/IMG_5298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259845817393132626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SP655y8KtFI/AAAAAAAAABg/NRx7p2S9zDs/s400/IMG_5298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SP656OS4jTI/AAAAAAAAABo/3on6Bd0KyVU/s1600-h/IMG_5542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259845824736169266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SP656OS4jTI/AAAAAAAAABo/3on6Bd0KyVU/s400/IMG_5542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SP656TgSCxI/AAAAAAAAABw/dpuHF8Mfwuk/s1600-h/IMG_5604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259845826134543122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SP656TgSCxI/AAAAAAAAABw/dpuHF8Mfwuk/s400/IMG_5604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our really good friend and photographer, Tiffany Fetter, took some great pictures of the kids this past weekend.  I am so excited to share a few of them.  This was the first time I really felt pictures ran smooth; I guess the candy I had in my pocket helped motivate Kaylinn to stay with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also celebrated my sister in-law's birthday later that same day, and we learned the exciting news that Jarod and Chandra are expecting their first child in May!  Yeah!!!!  We couldn't be more thrilled...more cousins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-7632439214906822201?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7632439214906822201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=7632439214906822201' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/7632439214906822201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/7632439214906822201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/successful-pictures.html' title='Successful Pictures'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SP655NIG6eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/F0puFZMgHak/s72-c/IMG_5469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-2268018984710049983</id><published>2008-10-09T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:39:48.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants found!!!</title><content type='html'>I walked into John David's room this afternoon after an unsuccessful nap, and what do I find....naked boy!  I got him all cleaned up, and while he and Kaylinn were playing searched for his pants.  BUT I could not find them. I moved the bed, not there; look acroos the room, not there.  I even looked behind his changing table, not there.  Then I started second guessing myself, did I take his pants off before his nap?  I was pretty sure I hadn't.  Well, I walk into Kaylinn's room, and guess what I found...you guessed it, size 12 month camo pants.  I called Kaylinn in, and while holding the pants she explained, "Yeah, mommy, those pants don't fit me."  Apparently she decided to go in during nap time and see if she could wear her brother's pants.  What a mess!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-2268018984710049983?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2268018984710049983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=2268018984710049983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2268018984710049983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/2268018984710049983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/pants-found.html' title='Pants found!!!'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-3014952005731058014</id><published>2008-10-02T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:39:15.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ariel</title><content type='html'>Today Kaylinn is wanting to be called Ariel, and she is often heard singing like the little red headed mermaid.  In fact when people ask her name that is what she tells them, and some believe her! I wish I could figure out how to add video clips; David managed to get her on tape singing a few bars....it is hilarious!  I find much of my day laughing at the things she says and does.  Just yesterday she was waving to a group of neighborhood kids across th street and yelling, "Bye, Good-bye friends!"  After getting inside I asked her what her friend's names were, and she told me, "Cinderella, Marlin, Nemo, and ummmm Pita."  I have no idea where the name Pita came from. Needless to say most of the people I meet these days are due to Kaylinn taking to them or about them, which can be very scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end with one of my favorite Kaylinn stories.  Kaylinn and I were making a Walmart run beore John David was born.  We were making our way down the cereal isle, when I heard a person's voice who sounded very mechanical, robotic....I guess they had had a trechiotomy (sp?) surgery.  Well, I could see Kaylinn perk up and begin to listen intently, so I tried to hurry past, and was just out of range when Kaylinn began to speak like the person, "Mommy, ....me want cereal."  I almost died laughing.  We met up w/ them again on another isle about the time Kaylinn had stopped her robot talking, but she quickly returned once she heard her friend talking.  I smiled, nodded and kept walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-3014952005731058014?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3014952005731058014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=3014952005731058014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/3014952005731058014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/3014952005731058014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/ariel.html' title='Ariel'/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468286077709254284.post-3958369996376743771</id><published>2008-09-22T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:37:19.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SNfkHTk2cHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8H_aJ4kXyWA/s1600-h/Kids+with+Ultrasound+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248914704888655986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SNfkHTk2cHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8H_aJ4kXyWA/s400/Kids+with+Ultrasound+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is probably the only picture of all three children sitting still I will be able to get for a few years.  Baby Tuley due March 25, 2009....or by the length of my other pregnancies early April.  The other picture had John David crying; showing his enthusiasm in being a big brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8468286077709254284-3958369996376743771?l=tuleytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3958369996376743771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8468286077709254284&amp;postID=3958369996376743771' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/3958369996376743771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8468286077709254284/posts/default/3958369996376743771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuleytimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-probably-only-picture-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie Tuley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702393884773112910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPqyxtLOkTk/SNfkHTk2cHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8H_aJ4kXyWA/s72-c/Kids+with+Ultrasound+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry></feed>
