<?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-8363483402711414524</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:50:21.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curtis Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-1239988314500734362</id><published>2010-06-30T16:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:03:29.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life</title><content type='html'>Just a random summer Wednesday-&lt;br /&gt;Corbin was in the bath this morning, and says to me, out of the blue, "Mommy, even if you say mean things to me, I'll still love you." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; OKAY...where did that come from? So, I responded by saying, "Thanks babe, and no matter if you're mean to me, I'm still gonna love you too!" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background info-I went to see Eclipse last night at the 12:01 showing with Angie, Ashley, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teaona&lt;/span&gt;, Esther, Bethany, her 2 sisters, Leah, Kristin, and Abbey. So, I got to bed about 3:20 after feeding &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyson&lt;/span&gt;, and got up at 7am. So this afternoon, I told the big kids that I was going to lie down for a bit. Kennedy replies in quite the dramatic way (yet in all seriousness), "Mom, you CAN'T take a nap, you'll mess your hair all up!!!" Oh, these kids keep me laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, after Corbin finished &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interrupting&lt;/span&gt; me 3 times, I finally did catch a 35min nap! SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, as I finish up typing, Kennedy is on the front rug right outside the office showing me how she can touch her feet to her head and even "brush" her hair with her toes!!! Love those kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-1239988314500734362?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1239988314500734362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=1239988314500734362' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/1239988314500734362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/1239988314500734362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-in-life.html' title='A day in the life'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-5308897348633340955</id><published>2010-06-14T14:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:54:06.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm not even going to comment on the fact that my last blog post was in January!!! Really going to try and get caught up. However, I can't promise it'll be in any kind of order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We caught Kyson in the dishwasher the other day, and immediately grabbed the camera, because I knew I had 1 of Corbin in that exact same pose! Yes, he is officially into everything possible. He crawls as fast as I can walk, and is eating almost everything as well-and with NO teeth! He is definitely making sure he is set apart from the other 2 in all regards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is still not brave enough to step without holding on, but can cruise along most everything in the house to get what he wants. He is has really made a turn and become a fun-loving, sweet, and feisty little toddler. He is on a great schedule, and sleeps through the night almost all the time-FINALLY. I can't believe we will be celebrating his 1st birthday in 3 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's been the hardest year of my life thus far, but I know already that time erases those memories. I love how God does that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, here they are-Kyson 11 months and Corbin 9 months.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482719819329465074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBaIoIIgavI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Cb-GrdSTMH0/s400/dishwasher+boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-5308897348633340955?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5308897348633340955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=5308897348633340955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5308897348633340955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5308897348633340955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/twinkies.html' title='Twinkies'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBaIoIIgavI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Cb-GrdSTMH0/s72-c/dishwasher+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-1747205417058981905</id><published>2010-01-05T14:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:36:21.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Corbin-ism</title><content type='html'>Me "So, Corbin do you remember you coughing real bad last night?"&lt;br /&gt;Corbin "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;Me "Do you remember that I had to lay down with you, and I even slept in your bed for a while?"&lt;br /&gt;Corbin "Yeah, good times mom, good times."&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-1747205417058981905?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1747205417058981905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=1747205417058981905' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/1747205417058981905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/1747205417058981905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/corbin-ism.html' title='Corbin-ism'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6662373713315350429</id><published>2009-12-02T13:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:51:52.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kennedyism</title><content type='html'>Short and sweet, because as I sit down I hear baby Cheeks waking...&lt;br /&gt;At mom's over Thanksgiving break, the following conversation happened between Michael and Kennedy:&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy was being sassy about something:&lt;br /&gt;M-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kennedy you better watch it, or we won't be taking the leftover brownies home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Krrreerrr (making phone interference noises) You're breaking up. Krrrreeerrr I can't hear ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed so hard. Who even knows where she comes up with this stuff!!! What a mess!&lt;br /&gt;And for a side note, yesterday she requested her training wheels be taken off. No success yet, but willing to keep trying. And when I thought she was getting some cashews (her fave snack) out, she was instead getting Barbie cereal from the top shelf, and proceeded to pour herself a bowl WITH milk, and throw the empty milk carton away. I walk in to see her eating cereal at the table like she's 10. What's happened to my baby girl? I know, she's growing up!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to tend to the real baby of the family...PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-6662373713315350429?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6662373713315350429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6662373713315350429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6662373713315350429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6662373713315350429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/12/kennedyism.html' title='Kennedyism'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-8934517302154506226</id><published>2009-10-30T17:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:06:08.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>Wow-2 months since I blogged last? Can you say 3rd kid? I feel a bit overwhelmed and not sure where to even start. So, a little recap is how I'll do it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Michael-still working like crazy. Has some new projects in line for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Healthback&lt;/span&gt; that are very exciting. It is so neat to sit back and see your husband really take on the business world, and make a difference. He works hard, but it shows...in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;Me-still trying to create some kind of routine and order to our house, which I fail at most of the time. However, happiness and health are #1, and in that regard we are great! I finally bit the bullet and started weight watchers 3 weeks ago. I've lost over 8lbs so far, and am pretty proud. I have a lot to go, but it feels great to have some control over at least 1 area of my crazy life.&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy-thriving in school. K is doing this girl good. She is really picking up on reading, loves her friends, and yet still her sassy, diva self. Ruling the world is still definitely in her future.&lt;br /&gt;Corbin-just loving life as usual. We are blessed by such a sweet spirit in our family. He's so kind-hearted that he usually has me tearing up at least once a day. He loves school too, and so I added him in an extra day. He is just like his momma, and wants to go, go, go all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kyson&lt;/span&gt;-almost 4 months old! He gives out fat cheeked smiles daily, and has even started sharing his precious laugh with us. He loves bath time like crazy, is super ticklish, and is starting to grab and bat at toys. He is not the greatest of nappers, and is still not sleeping through the night, but what do you do? He is shuffled around all day, and definitely has the 3rd child syndrome. We love him though like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to get a set day to blog-if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kyson&lt;/span&gt; will allow for it. My 'down' time though is spent with laundry, house cleaning, pumping, bathing, and big kid preparations. So, we shall see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sutw7fvmOsI/AAAAAAAAAko/wmQ_6SEK9K0/s1600-h/october+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sutw7fvmOsI/AAAAAAAAAko/wmQ_6SEK9K0/s320/october+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398532745769401026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sutw6y62dRI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Y1ZhQO5ROnc/s1600-h/october+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sutw6y62dRI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Y1ZhQO5ROnc/s320/october+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398532733737006354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sutw7xFP0CI/AAAAAAAAAkw/psUzk4jVFWE/s1600-h/october+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sutw7xFP0CI/AAAAAAAAAkw/psUzk4jVFWE/s320/october+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398532750423609378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sutw6shBfTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/GoWE-CwvYO8/s1600-h/smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sutw6shBfTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/GoWE-CwvYO8/s320/smiling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398532732018064690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-8934517302154506226?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8934517302154506226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=8934517302154506226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/8934517302154506226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/8934517302154506226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sutw7fvmOsI/AAAAAAAAAko/wmQ_6SEK9K0/s72-c/october+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6433882930760860702</id><published>2009-08-28T10:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:20:19.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Baby</title><content type='html'>Bathing has not been a treat for either Kyson or myself since his arrival. He pretty much screams the entire time. Now, though after being adjusted by Dr. Philipose we have had our 1st taste of happy bathing and even happy after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROOF: No tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Spf1TSWL-YI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/BSZNUxN5ju0/s1600-h/bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Spf1TSWL-YI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/BSZNUxN5ju0/s320/bath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375034391981193602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bit of a smirk and fist pump ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Spf1S4HpFjI/AAAAAAAAAkI/vuRof0N3Vlg/s1600-h/after+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Spf1S4HpFjI/AAAAAAAAAkI/vuRof0N3Vlg/s320/after+bath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375034384940865074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-6433882930760860702?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6433882930760860702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6433882930760860702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6433882930760860702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6433882930760860702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/bath-baby.html' title='Bath Baby'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Spf1TSWL-YI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/BSZNUxN5ju0/s72-c/bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-925803146568924367</id><published>2009-08-22T17:36:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:48:31.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempting to Get Back, Silent Reflux and Missing the Big Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, it has been weeks since I posted. This post kind of explains why-adjusting to 3 kids, having surgery 3 weeks after giving birth, and a fussy baby on top of all that. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big kids have been in Kentucky all week at Cathy and Chris's house for a fun filled visit. During this time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kyson's&lt;/span&gt; fussiness has become much more obvious. I think with the big kids here to distract me, I have been able to write off his crankiness as "spoiled" and/or just being a "challenging" baby-as those words have escaped my lips all too frequently. Then, Thursday after having a rather challenging day with him, I began talking to Michael about how I thought it was something more. I just couldn't excuse his constant fussiness for not being a content baby. I told myself that if the morning started rough again the next day, I would call Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maschino&lt;/span&gt;. That night, I began researching colic. I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;, but wasn't convinced, because after reading the symptoms he just didn't fall into that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, the topic of reflux came up from several of my friends. Again, I wasn't convinced...until I began reading about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "silent reflux"&lt;/span&gt;. Then, the puzzle pieces started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;fitting together: hiccups multiple times a day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;utero&lt;/span&gt;, and now, wanting to be upright while awake, preferring to nap on his belly, constant fussiness while awake, wanting to bounce, difficulty nursing, fussy while eating, sounding hoarse, acting like he had a sore throat...all things I had noticed and commented on at some point and on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;several &lt;/span&gt;occasions. What makes it called "silent acid reflux" is that these babies rarely actually spit up or vomit. So, a lot of the time it is not detected soon. When silent reflux babies have reflux, the acid travels up the throat and they swallow it back down. This can be very harmful, because they are getting the acid twice on their throats. If left untreated, it can cause lots of damage to their digestive tracts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday came, and fussiness began after eating. I called the doc. After talking with her for about 2 minutes, she was convinced as well that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kyson&lt;/span&gt; was suffering from silent reflux. We began him on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Axid&lt;/span&gt; last night, and she told us we should see some relief by the end of the weekend. We are praying she is right, because so far today we haven't seen much difference. With the big kids coming home tomorrow, a happy baby would make it all a LOT better around here! I am also planning to take him to my chiropractor, because I've had 2 friends suggest that as well. We would go today if he were open! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energy here has definitely been missing from the liveliness of the older 2. I am ready to have those crazy, little, love bug monkeys &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And what's a post without a picture? So, here is a pic with Daddy at his office Thursday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SpB8NlzLHxI/AAAAAAAAAjw/5xp9Kb78jU0/s1600-h/work+time.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SpB8NlzLHxI/AAAAAAAAAjw/5xp9Kb78jU0/s320/work+time.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372930928379895570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-925803146568924367?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/925803146568924367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=925803146568924367' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/925803146568924367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/925803146568924367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/attempting-to-get-back-silent-reflux.html' title='Attempting to Get Back, Silent Reflux and Missing the Big Kids'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SpB8NlzLHxI/AAAAAAAAAjw/5xp9Kb78jU0/s72-c/work+time.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-4148532315266357508</id><published>2009-08-19T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:09:17.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 08.19.09</title><content type='html'>He Smiles! Excuse the quality-taken with my iPhone in that split second of trying to catch the smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SpB6HIkMB9I/AAAAAAAAAjg/PIE8BLyPb7I/s1600-h/smile.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SpB6HIkMB9I/AAAAAAAAAjg/PIE8BLyPb7I/s320/smile.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372928618429941714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SpB6W-bxtfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WxmlJi_di6k/s1600-h/smile+2.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SpB6W-bxtfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WxmlJi_di6k/s320/smile+2.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372928890588214770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-4148532315266357508?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4148532315266357508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=4148532315266357508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/4148532315266357508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/4148532315266357508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesday-081909.html' title='Wordless Wednesday 08.19.09'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SpB6HIkMB9I/AAAAAAAAAjg/PIE8BLyPb7I/s72-c/smile.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-3302856718987185992</id><published>2009-08-05T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:20:37.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Announcement</title><content type='html'>Just showing off Abbey's genius work with our announcement. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SpB9C4xmOAI/AAAAAAAAAkA/AHhg0ddL-wQ/s1600-h/kysonfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SpB9C4xmOAI/AAAAAAAAAkA/AHhg0ddL-wQ/s320/kysonfinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372931844006623234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SpB9CmhMdnI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ReCqbP51Mnk/s1600-h/kyson+final+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SpB9CmhMdnI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ReCqbP51Mnk/s320/kyson+final+back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372931839105988210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-3302856718987185992?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3302856718987185992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=3302856718987185992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3302856718987185992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3302856718987185992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/official-announcement.html' title='Official Announcement'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SpB9C4xmOAI/AAAAAAAAAkA/AHhg0ddL-wQ/s72-c/kysonfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-300625473196127565</id><published>2009-07-13T22:45:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:56:03.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyson's Birth</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful for Michael. He was so diligent all day, night and morning in keeping a running time log of all the events leading up to Kyson's birth. Here's his version of the progress in type form-otherwise we wouldn't be able to read it ;) with some pics from the night, birth, and few days after.&lt;br /&gt;Monday July 6, 2009 4pm-gave Michael a warning call at work that I had been having contractions on and off since about 2pm, but that something was different this time.&lt;br /&gt;6:30-8:30- contractions every 3-5mins-Quick Photo Op before heading to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Slz5YxucFaI/AAAAAAAAAgA/U5ziqJEklhQ/s1600-h/Kyson+Birth+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Slz5YxucFaI/AAAAAAAAAgA/U5ziqJEklhQ/s320/Kyson+Birth+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358431860724340130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45-I drove to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;9:00-Angie came down to sit with kids until Kari arrived and Michael left for hospital, because I was told I was staying!!!&lt;br /&gt;9:30 4 cm dilated&lt;br /&gt;10:20 IV in blood pressure good at 124/75. Got in room and I started emailing and texting to let everyone know we were going to be having a baby!&lt;br /&gt;11:00-In our birthing room-fingerprints and paperwork-Michael "taking notes" :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Slz5a0SutoI/AAAAAAAAAgg/teYYOBg1xAo/s1600-h/Kyson+Birth+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Slz5a0SutoI/AAAAAAAAAgg/teYYOBg1xAo/s320/Kyson+Birth+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358431895773165186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Slz5Z7GtUBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/IidtNhVCL5c/s1600-h/Kyson+Birth+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Slz5Z7GtUBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/IidtNhVCL5c/s320/Kyson+Birth+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358431880421920786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:10-Sara arrives-yay :)&lt;br /&gt;11:15 Dr. Howard (who lives in our neighborhood) arrives-epidural in Super YAY!&lt;br /&gt;11:35 Jennye calls to check on us&lt;br /&gt;11:45 Nurse Lauren (loved her) checks-water won't break and dilated b/w 6&amp;amp;7&lt;br /&gt;12:15 watching Cake Boss and chilling-haha&lt;br /&gt;12:25 Erin makes it! yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Slz5aVLJkDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/U_UqChb5u9g/s1600-h/Kyson+Birth+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Slz5aVLJkDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/U_UqChb5u9g/s320/Kyson+Birth+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358431887419871282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:55 8-8.5 cm dilated&lt;br /&gt;1:10-brings in 'back up' nurse to try and break my water-still around a 8 &amp;amp; bag will not break&lt;br /&gt;1:30 Mom makes it! yay :)&lt;br /&gt;2:25 8.5-9cm small 'lip' on left side of cervix that he can't clear &amp;amp; Erin shops for Shower Heads-LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl30E1R1OqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KGw5HFPSWjI/s1600-h/Kyson+Birth+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl30E1R1OqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KGw5HFPSWjI/s320/Kyson+Birth+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358707495499283106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30 Nursery nurses come in and set up&lt;br /&gt;3:10 Lauren breaks my water-FINALLY! Making me laugh, and I get on to them b/c it's making me leak! haha&lt;br /&gt;4:30 Erin and Sara curl up and fall asleep on the couch "cheerleaders pass out before game time"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl30FCN6RHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/1WUfExAEWjQ/s1600-h/Kyson+Birth+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl30FCN6RHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/1WUfExAEWjQ/s320/Kyson+Birth+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358707498972497010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:55 Officially "complete" and Dr. Nelson is on her way&lt;br /&gt;5:27am after pushing through 5 or so big contractions, Kyson Mays Curtis arrives into this world with a head full of dark brown hair. 7lbs 6oz and 19inches long. Smallest Curtis kiddo of all. I guessed the weight exactly, but no one got his length or time right. We decided on Mays (my maiden name) as his middle name, because Michael felt very strongly about him having a family name. Corbin's middle name is Bennett after Michael's side, and he thought it only appropriate for Kyson to have a name from my side. I was actually surprised and honored he felt so strongly about it. So, Mays it is! :) I admit, it's kind of nice to see it in print again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl30F_pyvUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/QVtBjyob3Rg/s1600-h/Kyson+Birth+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl30F_pyvUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/QVtBjyob3Rg/s320/Kyson+Birth+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358707515464006978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl30GD-727I/AAAAAAAAAhI/k9HAIGfmAwc/s1600-h/Kyson+Birth+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl30GD-727I/AAAAAAAAAhI/k9HAIGfmAwc/s320/Kyson+Birth+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358707516626426802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl326No4m9I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/dA_5jG76eoo/s1600-h/Kyson+Birth+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl326No4m9I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/dA_5jG76eoo/s320/Kyson+Birth+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358710611594746834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl326sC6cnI/AAAAAAAAAhg/EEI9BSUsgo4/s1600-h/Kyson+Birth+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl326sC6cnI/AAAAAAAAAhg/EEI9BSUsgo4/s320/Kyson+Birth+180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358710619756982898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl327NWY_0I/AAAAAAAAAho/0rGUnqrbIDI/s1600-h/Kyson+Birth+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl327NWY_0I/AAAAAAAAAho/0rGUnqrbIDI/s320/Kyson+Birth+185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358710628697046850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl326YBBqUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ePoAnIcTfTs/s1600-h/Kyson+Birth+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl326YBBqUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ePoAnIcTfTs/s320/Kyson+Birth+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358710614380357954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has done GREAT since his arrival. We had a couple nights of day and night confusion, but even then he was a good little boy-just awake ;) Then, on night 3 of being home he slept 6.5 hours! He has been only getting up 2 times, and going right back to sleep after.&lt;br /&gt;We had our 1 week weight check up appointment yesterday morning, and he is doing fantastic. He was 6lbs 15 oz when we left the hospital, and he was back up to 7lbs 5oz  at the doctor's visit.&lt;br /&gt;The big kids have been in Arkansas, and they come home today! We are anxious to see them! It has definitely been quiet around here. Hope everyone adjusts back into our routine without a hiccup.&lt;br /&gt;All of our friends and neighbors have been by with outfits, food, and snuggles for Kyson. It really is a miracle. Thank you God for our healthy little baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl327U_6oGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/tcyX4pMy8MY/s1600-h/Kyson+Birth+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl327U_6oGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/tcyX4pMy8MY/s320/Kyson+Birth+254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358710630750265442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl4HTp5hIAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/-FVhiJtsdyI/s1600-h/Kyson+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl4HTp5hIAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/-FVhiJtsdyI/s320/Kyson+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358728640863477762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl4HT6Uhy-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/-vhBW5IP2v8/s1600-h/Kyson+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sl4HT6Uhy-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/-vhBW5IP2v8/s320/Kyson+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358728645271735266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-300625473196127565?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/300625473196127565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=300625473196127565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/300625473196127565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/300625473196127565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/kysons-birth.html' title='Kyson&apos;s Birth'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Slz5YxucFaI/AAAAAAAAAgA/U5ziqJEklhQ/s72-c/Kyson+Birth+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-4457798204276714992</id><published>2009-07-02T16:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:00:04.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower Numero TRES!</title><content type='html'>We are just blessed! I have to say that I am still in shock that we are about to have baby #3 (in less than a week, I might add) and we have &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY &lt;/span&gt;little to buy. As most of you know, we thought we were no longer in the baby business. So, when we gave everything away we felt great to 'give back'. Well, it has returned to us through great friends, family, and now co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;Michael's work blessed us with an amazing shower today! We got soooo much stuff including: wipes warmer, tons of diapers, nursing cover up, blankets, swadlers, toys, rattles, spoons, boppy, clothes, pacifiers, gift cards, a high chair, an extra car seat base, and our CRIB! We seriously only have a diaper bag and bottles left to get! How awesome is that? I am just so thankful and grateful that I get to spend the weekend putting things away vs having to make lists and go shop while the kiddos are at the grandparents! So, thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we didn't plan the green! I had already decided what I was wearing, and Michael came out of the closet in his green! Then, he wouldn't change-stinker!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sk0rTMVOyWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/x_ytmL_abPY/s1600-h/shower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sk0rTMVOyWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/x_ytmL_abPY/s320/shower1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353983140741171554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we even matched the decor! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sk0rTvhsyfI/AAAAAAAAAfo/yHnZJwpqFv4/s1600-h/shower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sk0rTvhsyfI/AAAAAAAAAfo/yHnZJwpqFv4/s320/shower2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353983150188710386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "OSU" girls got the "OU" boy an "OSU" truck with a note that said "Kyson's 1st 'real' truck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sk0rU0mQWuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/lu1TtRIo1kY/s1600-h/shower4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sk0rU0mQWuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/lu1TtRIo1kY/s320/shower4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353983168729864930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing with Tara, Rachel, and Brenda-poor things have to put up with Michael every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sk0rUCwG3cI/AAAAAAAAAfw/rpu8WQVfPlA/s1600-h/shower3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sk0rUCwG3cI/AAAAAAAAAfw/rpu8WQVfPlA/s320/shower3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353983155349413314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-4457798204276714992?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4457798204276714992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=4457798204276714992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/4457798204276714992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/4457798204276714992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-shower-numero-tres.html' title='Baby Shower Numero TRES!'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sk0rTMVOyWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/x_ytmL_abPY/s72-c/shower1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-8891759695851491222</id><published>2009-07-01T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:31:23.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 07.01.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sk0mc2ALD6I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9e_hfXEWe7o/s1600-h/sprinklers+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sprinkler Test Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sk0mc2ALD6I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9e_hfXEWe7o/s1600-h/sprinklers+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sk0pCOzlqrI/AAAAAAAAAfY/7PgS9QZ6BjU/s320/36+and+half+weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353980650324339378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8363483402711414524-5415874012513453193?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5415874012513453193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=5415874012513453193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5415874012513453193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5415874012513453193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-062409.html' title='Wordless Wednesday 06.24.09'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sk0pCOzlqrI/AAAAAAAAAfY/7PgS9QZ6BjU/s72-c/36+and+half+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-9061094431023376176</id><published>2009-06-17T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:34:56.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 06.17.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sjrqj6lKh3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/0NvVotjbXF8/s1600-h/5+kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sjrqj6lKh3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/0NvVotjbXF8/s320/5+kisses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348845410197342066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sjrqi0fQh8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/zHNV96gBJVM/s1600-h/3posing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sjrqi0fQh8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/zHNV96gBJVM/s320/3posing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348845391382087618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjrqjZHuMaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/USpMzOlGzAs/s1600-h/1hugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjrqjZHuMaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/USpMzOlGzAs/s320/1hugs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348845401215480226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-9061094431023376176?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9061094431023376176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=9061094431023376176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/9061094431023376176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/9061094431023376176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-062209.html' title='Wordless Wednesday 06.17.09'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sjrqj6lKh3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/0NvVotjbXF8/s72-c/5+kisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-4978428658172937233</id><published>2009-06-13T11:05:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:33:04.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diapers, bibs, clothes, wipes, car seats, Oh my!</title><content type='html'>We have really be taken aback lately at all that our friends have done for us. For baby #3 you just don't expect anything, and for everyone to be so kind and thoughtful, really means a lot to both of us. Being out here in Oklahoma away from family for all these years has made us develop some strong friendships, and for that we are very grateful. They have gone above and beyond the past few weeks to love on us and baby Kyson.&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, we got to enjoy time with some of our friends at a diapers and wipes shower hosted by Angie and Daniel Heaton. John Reid cooked us up some tasty burgers and dogs, and we just hung out in the back yard enjoying the evening. Here are some pictures from the evening, as well as 1 of where I have the loot all stashed now. And yes, I am a dork and counted that we got over 770 diapers and 1100 wipes. According to 'averages', we are set for about 3 1/2 months-Score!&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised by my Bunco girls (and Mrs. Brandi) last month with an impromptu shower, and our life group surprised us with a cookie cake and new baby car seat! Most importantly, it was so sweet to have everyone love on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing with the decorations and super cute pond Ducky that Angie's sis-in-law made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPsgig9CDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2XQq18rX-3M/s1600-h/couples+shower+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPsgig9CDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2XQq18rX-3M/s200/couples+shower+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346877226383902770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPsgCRfsLI/AAAAAAAAAXw/doE5KMae6jA/s1600-h/couples+shower+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPsgCRfsLI/AAAAAAAAAXw/doE5KMae6jA/s200/couples+shower+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346877217729130674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef John Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPr39v0QzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gZYrumDvpkU/s1600-h/couples+shower+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPr39v0QzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gZYrumDvpkU/s200/couples+shower+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346876529319363378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Group Posing-Bethany, Jason, Andrew, Brice, &amp;amp; Teaona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPr3vHuvqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/e3jX4lo3dAc/s1600-h/couples+shower+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPr3vHuvqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/e3jX4lo3dAc/s200/couples+shower+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346876525393133218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane, myself, Brandi, Tina, &amp;amp; George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPrL-3BMfI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1tKunXnVsek/s1600-h/couples+shower+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPrL-3BMfI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1tKunXnVsek/s200/couples+shower+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346875773703762418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy with her frosting filled "duck booty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPrLYZgOgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Z4fmvkiCPNw/s1600-h/couples+shower+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPrLYZgOgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Z4fmvkiCPNw/s200/couples+shower+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346875763379419650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little Ducky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPpRFDm8MI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-b2a3XHLpgw/s1600-h/couples+shower+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPpRFDm8MI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-b2a3XHLpgw/s200/couples+shower+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346873662243270850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPpQ7PdGII/AAAAAAAAAXA/nuj0DQnUjzw/s1600-h/couples+shower+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPpQ7PdGII/AAAAAAAAAXA/nuj0DQnUjzw/s200/couples+shower+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346873659608602754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diapers and wipes loot, New ride for baby Kyson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPpQpTKzoI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Cr1BLu50_Co/s1600-h/shower+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPpQpTKzoI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Cr1BLu50_Co/s200/shower+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346873654792343170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPoqwZ3M_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/nAGgx0ox6UI/s1600-h/shower+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPoqwZ3M_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/nAGgx0ox6UI/s200/shower+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346873003864437746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunco Shower-with the super, fun Pina Colada Cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SjPviJOjRNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/T_Fj2N7U0Lw/s1600-h/bunco+shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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Kennedy started the day with her last trip to Kings Gate as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K kiddo. They ended the year with a fun "Beach Day"...which she later informed me was "not an actual beach day, Mom. It was just play, play, play outside and then get squirted a little bit with very cold water! It was so cold that it turned be into an "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;icebird&lt;/span&gt;"." I was laughing so hard, but tried to contain myself. She had a blast though. I mean who wouldn't? Popsicles, doughnuts, and no 'work' time. Sounds good to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then celebrated at her favorite lunch stop-Subway! Next, was a trip to Creative &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dancewear&lt;/span&gt; for a new gymnastics outfit. This child has had a serious growth spurt, and she is wearing 6s in everything now. After finding "the one", we jetted down to Oklahoma Gold for the finale of the season with M&amp;amp;M Olympics! They were both so proud to show me all they had learned. They even had a "march-in" for the kids like the real Olympics. It was so cute. This hormonal, pregnant momma had to literally bite cheek to not shed a few tears. Kennedy did a floor and trampoline routine with her instructor, Coach Kayla. Kennedy just moved up to Coach Kayla's class at Spring Break. So, even though she is clearly the youngest, I was so proud of all she had learned with her in the last few weeks. Corbin did a floor and trampoline routine as well with Coach Sherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are a few of my faves. To view them all, go to my public &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;winkflash&lt;/span&gt; account. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/ShVwB5l5ixI/AAAAAAAAAVA/eYHon3sg8o8/s320/the+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338296111259552530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/ShVwB2ctOxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/jjpvxx9m7ak/s1600-h/the+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/ShVwB2ctOxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/jjpvxx9m7ak/s320/the+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338296110415690514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-8099443906514741978?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8099443906514741978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=8099443906514741978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/8099443906514741978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/8099443906514741978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday-052009.html' title='Wordless Wednesday 05.20.09'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/ShVwB5l5ixI/AAAAAAAAAVA/eYHon3sg8o8/s72-c/the+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-7998667237448452345</id><published>2009-05-14T12:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:01:43.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 05.13.09</title><content type='html'>I  promised myself to not let another week go by that I am only posting "wordless Wednesdays"....well, maybe this week *crosses fingers* and heck, I didn't even make it on Wednesday this week! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SgxcOJCIyRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/g8Ts214p_Lo/s1600-h/trampoline+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SgxcOJCIyRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/g8Ts214p_Lo/s320/trampoline+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335741056540002578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SgxcUHSDstI/AAAAAAAAAU4/fk5SEn8HtbA/s1600-h/trampoline+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SgxcUHSDstI/AAAAAAAAAU4/fk5SEn8HtbA/s320/trampoline+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335741159149122258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-7998667237448452345?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7998667237448452345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=7998667237448452345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/7998667237448452345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/7998667237448452345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday-051309.html' title='Wordless Wednesday 05.13.09'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SgxcOJCIyRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/g8Ts214p_Lo/s72-c/trampoline+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-869210454701157874</id><published>2009-05-07T07:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:43:29.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 05.07.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello 3rd trimester-9 weeks &amp;amp; 1 day to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SgLXQ7NI03I/AAAAAAAAAUo/PVHshA28v-Y/s1600-h/april+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SgLXQ7NI03I/AAAAAAAAAUo/PVHshA28v-Y/s320/april+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333061594530763634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-869210454701157874?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/869210454701157874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=869210454701157874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/869210454701157874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/869210454701157874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday-050709.html' title='Wordless Wednesday 05.07.09'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SgLXQ7NI03I/AAAAAAAAAUo/PVHshA28v-Y/s72-c/april+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6258240640334807070</id><published>2009-04-29T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:57:05.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 04.29.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SfkTBBnPsFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/FVsa75d1O5I/s1600-h/april+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SfkTBBnPsFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/FVsa75d1O5I/s320/april+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330312542303531090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-6258240640334807070?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6258240640334807070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6258240640334807070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6258240640334807070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6258240640334807070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordless-wednesday-042909.html' title='Wordless Wednesday 04.29.09'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SfkTBBnPsFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/FVsa75d1O5I/s72-c/april+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6363431144940474606</id><published>2009-04-16T14:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:14:07.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Link to Sneak Peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SeeRYyu1vNI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BcBkWsqTDd8/s1600-h/3446532706_c368a2a9b1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SeeRYyu1vNI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BcBkWsqTDd8/s320/3446532706_c368a2a9b1_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325384939510021330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to our sneak peek pics with Angel. She is just so awesome in not only her photography skills, but also in her amazing editing. She is a true artist. I CANNOT wait to see the rest as well as have her capture #3's birth.&lt;br /&gt;sneak peek blog:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.angelporchphotography.com/blog/&lt;br /&gt;her website:&lt;br /&gt;my kiddos are the 1st 2 that pop up now :)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.angelporchphotography.com/index2.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SeeRY_nS7OI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Z2DDwDCVwA0/s1600-h/3445806695_c923214b7a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SeeRY_nS7OI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Z2DDwDCVwA0/s320/3445806695_c923214b7a_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325384942968040674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-6363431144940474606?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6363431144940474606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6363431144940474606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6363431144940474606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6363431144940474606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/link-to-sneak-peek.html' title='Link to Sneak Peek'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SeeRYyu1vNI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BcBkWsqTDd8/s72-c/3446532706_c368a2a9b1_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-8073287814915736933</id><published>2009-04-15T12:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:07:54.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Non" Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kennedy-ism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Corbin:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm a big kid ya know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kennedy: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Actually, Corbin you're a medium sized kid, because you can't wipe yourself yet. I'm a big kid, because I can. You'll be big someday. Don't worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-8073287814915736933?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8073287814915736933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=8073287814915736933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/8073287814915736933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/8073287814915736933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/non-wordless-wednesday.html' title='&quot;Non&quot; Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6631613751539276228</id><published>2009-04-13T14:57:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:50:19.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>As most everyone else, we did Easter without the sun this year. However, with all the Oklahoma fires, we did not complain. It was much needed!&lt;br /&gt;The day started with Kennedy finding her basket. Corbin and Daddy awoke pretty soon afterward to find Corbin's. We also got to open cards and treats from Mimi, Poppa Larry, Uncle Chris, and Aunt Cathy.&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to the Brown's house for lunch, and a huge egg hunt by the pool. It rained some, and we had to make some wardrobe adjustments, but we survived ;)&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little montage of the day. Enjoy.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=87effecb8023830193bd8b" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=87effecb8023830193bd8b&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="408" height="382"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; font-family: verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=87effecb8023830193bd8b&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/87effecb8023830193bd8b/701.gif" style="border: 0px none ;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love the lyrics to this song....very appropriate considering the day. I sit in awe of what Easter really means. I thank God for my salvation. I hope you do as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Livin' for Something&lt;/span&gt; - Janelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here on the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I’m just another face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Trying to make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Trying to find my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you look deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Here on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There’s something bigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Than meets the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I’m living for something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I’m not here for nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I’m here to make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There is a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As long as I’m breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will live for another day to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Spinnin’ in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Standing up and falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I’m finally learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That’s what life’s all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Still I’m not perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know I’ll never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My only purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is giving God the best of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-6631613751539276228?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6631613751539276228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6631613751539276228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6631613751539276228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6631613751539276228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6919607427011519506</id><published>2009-04-08T15:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:21:59.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 04.08.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sd0G8b79fZI/AAAAAAAAATg/_rXoXLdsdMg/s1600-h/front+door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sd0G8b79fZI/AAAAAAAAATg/_rXoXLdsdMg/s320/front+door.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322417969982963090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-6919607427011519506?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6919607427011519506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6919607427011519506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6919607427011519506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6919607427011519506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordless-wednesday-040809.html' title='Wordless Wednesday 04.08.09'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sd0G8b79fZI/AAAAAAAAATg/_rXoXLdsdMg/s72-c/front+door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6354123945302856181</id><published>2009-04-06T16:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:29:20.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me the BONE!</title><content type='html'>It's been 3 weeks and 3 days since the infamous 1st break in the family incident. So, we went today to our friend Dr. Greg for our follow-up appointment. Guess what? That little healing monkey got the green light for ALL activities! It's a good thing, considering he participated in gymnastics last week-hand stand and all. Hey-you try to keep him from doing it!!! He had sat out 1 week in torture while Kennedy "did her thing". There was no stopping him last time. So, yes 3 year old little bones are obviously the ones you want broken, because they heal insanely fast.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a zoomed in pic. The arrow is pointing to where the break is/was. The "fluff" around it is new bone growth. Pretty cool huh? We thought so. So, he gave us the x-rays on CD in order to share. So, praise God for quick healing and a once again healthy little 3 year old...whom I might add is just the sweetest thing ever (well, today at least). Before we could even leave this morning, I had been told I was beautiful, that I was a sweet mom, and then I had to unbuckle, and get out and give him a hug before we could drive away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Awwwww&lt;/span&gt; yes, it melted my heart. He's pretty good at that ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SdpzowHmm9I/AAAAAAAAATY/WkyzfUCXBT0/s1600-h/corbin+bone+4-6-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SdpzowHmm9I/AAAAAAAAATY/WkyzfUCXBT0/s320/corbin+bone+4-6-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321693053640416210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-6354123945302856181?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6354123945302856181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6354123945302856181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6354123945302856181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6354123945302856181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/show-me-bone.html' title='Show me the BONE!'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SdpzowHmm9I/AAAAAAAAATY/WkyzfUCXBT0/s72-c/corbin+bone+4-6-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-3272894914769215478</id><published>2009-04-02T15:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:31:25.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What she does...while he's asleep</title><content type='html'>I was hanging out with Kennedy, and it was quite some time before I realized "what" she was playing with down in the floor. BUSTED! Just when we thought our girlie girl couldn't get any girlier-lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SdUoO38S3jI/AAAAAAAAATI/BvlelOmfN9Y/s1600-h/march+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SdUoO38S3jI/AAAAAAAAATI/BvlelOmfN9Y/s200/march+244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320202770808233522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SdUoPA9cXqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DW6lXUD1jAs/s1600-h/march+241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SdUoPA9cXqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DW6lXUD1jAs/s200/march+241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320202773228969634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-3272894914769215478?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3272894914769215478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=3272894914769215478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3272894914769215478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3272894914769215478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-she-doeswhile-hes-asleep.html' title='What she does...while he&apos;s asleep'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SdUoO38S3jI/AAAAAAAAATI/BvlelOmfN9Y/s72-c/march+244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-953707366347841435</id><published>2009-04-02T15:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:58:26.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday-for yesterday ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SdUlee7j_6I/AAAAAAAAASw/zH7GeTDmzIY/s1600-h/march+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SdUlee7j_6I/AAAAAAAAASw/zH7GeTDmzIY/s200/march+228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320199740437299106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SdUmDiiyi4I/AAAAAAAAATA/N0acLo7PvsQ/s1600-h/march+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SdUmDiiyi4I/AAAAAAAAATA/N0acLo7PvsQ/s200/march+236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320200377062296450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-953707366347841435?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/953707366347841435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=953707366347841435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/953707366347841435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/953707366347841435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordless-wednesday-for-yesterday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday-for yesterday ;)'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SdUlee7j_6I/AAAAAAAAASw/zH7GeTDmzIY/s72-c/march+228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-5636622535807704563</id><published>2009-03-28T15:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:16:32.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Animals-Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If so, Dr. Kennedy and her fabulous assistant-"mommy nurse Keysha" are at your service! Our current "what I want to be when I grow up" is a small animal vet...or in Kennedy's words: "a vet that only sees dogs and cats". As you can see, after we finished all the stuffed animals, we moved on to the real ones in our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sc6ErHgv8gI/AAAAAAAAASI/kE5M6-eInAg/s1600-h/march+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sc6ErHgv8gI/AAAAAAAAASI/kE5M6-eInAg/s200/march+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318334086256783874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sc6ErjxbYRI/AAAAAAAAASY/FweGcguAfPc/s1600-h/march+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sc6ErjxbYRI/AAAAAAAAASY/FweGcguAfPc/s200/march+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318334093842931986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sc6ErVrt-NI/AAAAAAAAASQ/y8ORZE2m8Ew/s1600-h/march+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sc6ErVrt-NI/AAAAAAAAASQ/y8ORZE2m8Ew/s200/march+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318334090060888274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sc6Er2wL57I/AAAAAAAAASo/F10vJR3Aea8/s1600-h/march+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sc6Er2wL57I/AAAAAAAAASo/F10vJR3Aea8/s200/march+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318334098937997234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sc6Erjzy78I/AAAAAAAAASg/4NA5mXhdGI4/s1600-h/march+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sc6Erjzy78I/AAAAAAAAASg/4NA5mXhdGI4/s200/march+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318334093852864450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8363483402711414524-5636622535807704563?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5636622535807704563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=5636622535807704563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5636622535807704563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5636622535807704563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-animals-anyone.html' title='Sick Animals-Anyone?'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sc6ErHgv8gI/AAAAAAAAASI/kE5M6-eInAg/s72-c/march+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6308192008462118573</id><published>2009-03-25T16:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:17:44.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/ScqfLteJdUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mMYezm-tdts/s1600-h/march+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/ScqfLteJdUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mMYezm-tdts/s320/march+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317237333597713730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/ScqfZUCUW1I/AAAAAAAAASA/GD0tLhoyPmg/s1600-h/march+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/ScqfZUCUW1I/AAAAAAAAASA/GD0tLhoyPmg/s320/march+220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317237567288269650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-6308192008462118573?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6308192008462118573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6308192008462118573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6308192008462118573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6308192008462118573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/ScqfLteJdUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mMYezm-tdts/s72-c/march+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6144760887779145204</id><published>2009-03-15T14:52:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:21:08.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Broken Bone</title><content type='html'>Yes-It it our family's 1st broken bone, and Corbin is the 1st to join this club. Unbelievably Michael, Kennedy, nor myself have ever broken a bone. From all the stories of Michael's childhood, I was shocked at this news quite frankly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are still unsure of exactly what happened, but the signs all began Friday night around 10pm. We were at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OSU&lt;/span&gt; semi-finals game at the Ford Center when the babysitter called to tell me that Corbin had woken up crying that his neck hurt. I figured it was a case of sleeping wrong. So, I instructed her to give him a little Motrin, rub his back, and let him have his milk. After about 15 minutes, she called to tell us he went back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived home shortly afterward, and all seemed fine. Then 1:00 came. We were in bed watching ER on the laptop and heard Corbin crying. I couldn't really get him to wake fully, but he just kept saying his neck hurt and he was pointing to the area under his ear. My 1st instinct was ear infection-because of course his tube has just come out of that ear a couple of days prior. Then, when I tried to pick him up (placing my hands under his arms) he screamed. I KNEW it was much more. I carried him cradle style down to our bed, and got him propped up around my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boppy&lt;/span&gt; maternity pillow. We debated on what to do as it was now approaching 1:30 am. I thought if we could get a few more hours of sleep then it would make for an easier ER visit at least. If he didn't go back to sleep, we'd go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Michael relocated to the couch, and I just laid hands on him and prayed until we both fell back to sleep as he whimpered like a little puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:00 brought more cries of waking, and I knew we had to figure something out. He got more awake and was hungry. I got him watching cartoons and eating, and then was better able to assess him. I began pressing all around and he continued to flinch at 1 spot on his collar bone. So, I knew either a bad bruise or possible break. I will still hopeful of a pinched nerve or something, but was pretty sure it was his clavicle. He did tell us he jumped off the couch, but the sitter said he barely even cried-that didn't surprise us. So, who knows when it actually happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided that he definitely needed an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xray&lt;/span&gt;, and yes it was broken. We will be in contact with our pediatrician and a pediatric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ortho&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow to see if there is anything further we need to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went and bought him a child clavicle brace, and surprisingly he really likes it. He even wanted to sleep in it last night. They had put him in an arm sling initially, because they didn't have any small enough. He hated the sling horribly. So, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; relieved that he has tolerated the clavicle support. We just pray it continues, because it appears he will be in it for several weeks. I am still adjusting it some, because it is still a tad too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will update more tomorrow if anything changes after seeing our doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I can't do a post without showing my brave man in his new apparatus, and a couple of bonus ones from nap time today in the boppy pillow in our bed-although he had wiggled down a bit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sb1p_P4LA5I/AAAAAAAAARY/1pZLmyGM0rk/s1600-h/march+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313519670681863058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sb1p_P4LA5I/AAAAAAAAARY/1pZLmyGM0rk/s320/march+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sb1qVPPNoHI/AAAAAAAAARg/sT_ceSwXFkA/s1600-h/march+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313520048467189874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sb1qVPPNoHI/AAAAAAAAARg/sT_ceSwXFkA/s320/march+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sb1qqB4NroI/AAAAAAAAARo/AFZOB0--qSk/s1600-h/march+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313520405658316418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sb1qqB4NroI/AAAAAAAAARo/AFZOB0--qSk/s320/march+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sb1rHU3zG4I/AAAAAAAAARw/E_7vhgwV4To/s1600-h/march+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313520908973054850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sb1rHU3zG4I/AAAAAAAAARw/E_7vhgwV4To/s320/march+049.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-6144760887779145204?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6144760887779145204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6144760887779145204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6144760887779145204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6144760887779145204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/1st-broken-bone.html' title='1st Broken Bone'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/Sb1p_P4LA5I/AAAAAAAAARY/1pZLmyGM0rk/s72-c/march+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-3765306670396806690</id><published>2009-03-02T14:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:17:08.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, that's what "she" said!</title><content type='html'>After receiving this email, I couldn't help but interview my own little girl out of curiousity as to what her answers would be. You can find them below :) Not near as funny, but definitely shows the realist my child is-haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why did God make mothers?  &lt;br /&gt;So they can live and  have babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did God make mothers?  &lt;br /&gt;They grew up from little babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What ingredients are mothers made of?  &lt;br /&gt;There's no ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?  &lt;br /&gt;Because I love her so much and you're my favorite mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What kind of a little girl was your mom?  &lt;br /&gt;a kid-a little girl and 5 like me-the same eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?  &lt;br /&gt;That you need to like him, he needs to make good choices, and is not mean or  you won't be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Why did your mom marry your dad?  &lt;br /&gt;because you loved him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who's the boss at your house?  &lt;br /&gt;mommy. Then I asked Mommy's the boss? well, mommy and daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's the difference between moms and dads?  &lt;br /&gt;They don't don't wear the same clothes and they are not the same. 1 is a boy and 1 is a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What does your mom do in her spare time?  &lt;br /&gt;She reads books from the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would it take to make your mom perfect?&lt;br /&gt;I love her. She's already perfect.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Play with my dolls and puppies with me alllll the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-3765306670396806690?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3765306670396806690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=3765306670396806690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3765306670396806690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3765306670396806690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-thats-what-she-said.html' title='Yeah, that&apos;s what &quot;she&quot; said!'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-7714242189194243664</id><published>2009-02-21T22:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:27:29.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Corbin-ism</title><content type='html'>Short and sweet tonight...will do the whole 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; stuff at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corbin after taking a late nap today, and not wanting to go to sleep:&lt;br /&gt;"I want to sleep with real people in my bed tonight."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Really? Real people?"&lt;br /&gt;Corbin: "Yeah Mom-like you." of course in the most pitiful 3yr old voice ever. :)&lt;br /&gt;Guess the 'fake' things he usally sleeps with are not cutting it tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-7714242189194243664?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7714242189194243664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=7714242189194243664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/7714242189194243664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/7714242189194243664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/corbin-ism.html' title='Corbin-ism'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-8405831982657036998</id><published>2009-02-04T14:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:43:04.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Direct Line to God?</title><content type='html'>I think maybe my daughter has a direct line to God. Here's the lowdown: Monday night about 6pm we are in the kitchen. Kennedy says she has a secret to tell me. So, she tells me that she has been praying that Mimi's electricity comes back on.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that was so sweet, and I was so glad she shared it with me. This was the 1st time she had ever shared a prayer with me "out of the blue". Our prayer time is usually at night, and she likes to repeat after me. She will also request things if I ask her. So, I was very touched and had to call my parents immediately.&lt;br /&gt;They, of course like me, thought it was very sweet. And, well, that was that. We talked a little more about the damage etc, and they had their cable repaired but were still without electricity. They had been told that the following day would be the earliest they would get it back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fast forward&lt;/span&gt; 3 hours...you guessed it. They called to tell us their electricity had been restored!&lt;br /&gt;So, not only was it super cool to have your oldest child share a special prayer, but to see it answered in 3 hours was just God showing off, I'm pretty sure-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We thank you Lord for not only restoring their electricity, but showing us the faith through a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-8405831982657036998?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8405831982657036998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=8405831982657036998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/8405831982657036998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/8405831982657036998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/direct-line-to-god.html' title='Direct Line to God?'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-3040944632455140382</id><published>2009-01-30T21:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:19:51.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Graphic T's for the Preggos-my top 15 list</title><content type='html'>Okay, I really wish I had the guts to wear some of these. I just have to share my funnies from my Friday night. In an effort to send a link of the new tee I purchased today to a friend, I stumbled across some pretty funny (and not so funny) graphic t-shirts for the pg ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my faves include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saved the Horse, Rode the Cowboy, Now I'm Pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does this baby make me look fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (With an arrow pointing down) I'm already smarter than Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. STOP staring at my Boobs! I'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Proof that spooning leads to forking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm not Fat....I'm Pregnant (and fat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I grow people. What's your super power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Baby on Board-I'll be more fun when I can drink again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. No, I am not carrying twins, and yes you are rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I think I might be pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. (Picture of a watermelon) This is what happens when you eat the seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The baby wants cookies, Mommy wants a margarita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Daddy did it&lt;br /&gt;And my personal fave-&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm bringing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SexyBack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       (in a few months)&lt;br /&gt;for more laughs go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cafepress&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, the 1 I actually bought was this one :)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bellablumaternity.com/rockbump.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-3040944632455140382?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3040944632455140382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=3040944632455140382' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3040944632455140382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3040944632455140382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/graphic-ts-for-preggos-my-top-15-list.html' title='Graphic T&apos;s for the Preggos-my top 15 list'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6297257836647461946</id><published>2009-01-24T10:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:20:52.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kennedy-isms</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I 'borrowed' this idea from another blogger. She often blogs on a daily basis of the funny things her little one says. I thought, "why haven't I been doing this?" I am forever telling Michael about the crazy things these kids are saying. So, I am going to try harder to document the 'isms' around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I come home the other day to find both little monkeys in the kitchen 'having a party'. It was complete with about 20 stuffed animals and play dough. When I approached the kitchen, the following happened:&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; doing?&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy-"We're having a party mom. You need to take a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;detour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;A detour huh?&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy-Yes, mom, a detour. You know. Like take a different route.&lt;br /&gt;I quickly looked at Michael, and we both just shook our heads. Later, 'detour' became the word of the day due to my astonished response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After jumping on the trampoline with Kennedy, I was holding my stomach and told her I think I need to get off. Yes, not the best idea to jump while pregnant, but it's just been taunting me ever since Christmas. Also, we laughed harder than I can remember doing with her in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she says, "Mom, you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my tummy is just cramping and hurting a little.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's because that baby is all jiggled up."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Kennedy I suppose you are right. Maybe I shouldn't jiggle it up any more. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-6297257836647461946?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6297257836647461946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6297257836647461946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6297257836647461946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6297257836647461946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/kennedy-isms.html' title='Kennedy-isms'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6284775042669939200</id><published>2009-01-19T17:17:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:40:36.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The big "31" and my thoughts on it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hmmm...not really huh? Nothing in particular that is special or sets aside the "31"? However, it does feel different. If you know me at all, you know that 30 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS &lt;/span&gt;in fact the big one for me. I did not do well turning 30-for whatever reason, but I didn't. I am still not sure as to why it was so hard, but I did learn that I will sympathize forever on with people that aren't dealing with their birthday in the happiest of manners. I heard way too many comments about "get over it", "you're so young", "'it's just a number", "at least you're not___". I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; all of that, but it didn't make me feel better, that's for sure. So, if you having a hard time, come to me-I will be sympathetic. ;)&lt;br /&gt;So, on to what I've learned about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. I am blessed. I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lucky to be able to type those words about my life. There are way too many people out there that aren't able to type those words, let alone use them to describe their lives.&lt;br /&gt;I actually had 2 of the best experiences in a long time happen this past weekend-leading up to my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Our ladies group has recently started the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captivating &lt;/span&gt;by John and Stasi Eldredge, and whoa! You girls out there, do it! Put down your vampire love story, and feed your soul. You won't regret it! Plus, the following will make much more sense ;) My favorite part so far has been when she addresses playing an irreplaceable role. I have always been taught, have believed, and have shared with others that you are always replaceable in the roles we play. I think that thought has been a driving force behind most things in life I have ever done. I wanted to be so good at whatever I was doing that no one around me felt that I was replaceable...however, I always knew I was. We like to super humanize ourselves and think no one can do it like we can, but truth is-they can. Someone did it before us, and someone will fill our place when we're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Before I began teaching, someone else filled that position. When I moved grades, I took someone's position. When I left teaching, my position was filled. As a board member in my sorority, I filled someone else's spot. When I left, my spot was filled...you see the pattern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;HOWEVER-I discovered that I AM playing an irreplaceable role for the 1st time in my life. I have been playing it 5 years, and just realized the magnitude of it Saturday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When I became a mother, however, I was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only 1&lt;/span&gt; for the job, AND I will forever be the only one. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRREPLACEABLE!&lt;/span&gt; Sure, if God were to take me today, Michael might be blessed with another wife and caregiver for my kids, but I will never be replaced. Typing it still brings tears to my eyes and chills to my skin. I feel overwhelmingly blessed and honored. I cannot imagine what our Heavenly Father must feel, because I only have 2 (1/2) kiddos to feel that way about. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The 2nd awesome thing was the new series we have started at church. It was all I could do not to stand up and clap. It is just amazing how God has prepared Craig's heart and words through this message. The new series is entitled "True (ish)". You can check it out here. If you missed it, watch it! If you have never seen Craig speak, watch it! If you don't really do the 'church thing', watch it! http://www.lifechurch.tv/&lt;br /&gt;It is so refreshing to hear God's truths vs societal truths. It's literally like putting on glasses. Here is just a snip-it from the series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;God’s truth is black and white and even though there is no gray area, that’s where so many of us live today. We prefer to live by the concepts or facts we wish to be true, rather than those known to be true... the gray area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know about you, but I am sick and tired of the gray area! People are all about take a stand...but rarely do they do it outside the gray area. I feel empowered to live in the black and white, I feel blessed to raise my kids in the black and white, I feel encouraged for a future of black and white, I hope you can embrace the black and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;godlessness and wickedness of men who suppress the truth by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;their wickedness…Although they claimed to be wise, they became&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;fools… They exchanged the truth of God for a lie…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Romans 1: 18,22,25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I do not think that by coincidence this happened as a prelude to my birthday and a year of great change for me. I know it's God's mighty hand at work in a black and white way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-6284775042669939200?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6284775042669939200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6284775042669939200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6284775042669939200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6284775042669939200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-31-and-my-thoughts-on-it.html' title='The big &quot;31&quot; and my thoughts on it...'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-4749537018222471365</id><published>2009-01-13T12:09:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:44:01.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Family Vaca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey everyone! I'm back!!! Between this little peanut growing in me and the holidays, my blog updates have suffered. I have been pretty sick this go-round, and being at the computer seemed to aggravate it that much more. Plus, I "was" (dare I say) much worse in the evenings, and that was my only time to blog. I have felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much better in the past week except for a little morning sickness this morning. Hoping it was a fluke. If not, I told Michael we are moving to FL until the baby comes, because I was 'healed' while there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Pregnancy induced relocation as I like to call it. Think insurance would cover it? ;) This has definitely been a different pregnancy from the start. I am really praying though that I can be back to somewhat normal now that I am in the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; trimester-even though I look like I'm in the last trimester. This little surprise has been mean to its mommy...that just means a sweet baby right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to the real update: Vacation! This may (or may not) get a little long, but I need it for my memories if nothing else. So, instead of cleaning or taking down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; tree (don't laugh), I am taking advantage of 2 little ones being in school and being able to complete a thought...plus, I don't want to let any more time pass before recall is too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues, Jan 6 Day 1-We flew out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt; at 1:45. Followed by a short layover in Dallas. Plane #2 to Orlando! Everything went very smoothly. Corbin just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;looooved&lt;/span&gt; watching the planes. He ran poor Kari ragged "chasing" them from window to window! We arrived in Orlando, and after a couple of circles, we found our hotel. We are still not sure how we initially missed it. We stayed at the Nickelodeon Hotel. It was perfect for us. We had a 3 bedroom suite with 2 bathrooms that was seriously the size of Michael and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; 1st apartment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; For the price and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;accommodations&lt;/span&gt;,  you couldn't beat it. Plus, we had a rental car all week, but it was only minutes from all the parks.&lt;br /&gt;Wed, Jan 7 Day2-Everyone slept in. Too tired from travel as well as still being on OK time. We finally got to Magic Kingdom around 11. We immediately walked in and went to the Crystal Palace to eat with many Disney characters. It was perfect timing. As we got our food, the bottom fell out. We were thanking God for being dry as opposed to many of the other guests. It stopped raining just in time for us to begin our adventures. We quickly found out that we went at the PERFECT time of year. The crowds were so small and the weather awesome. The longest we ever waited for a ride was 20 minutes!!! And, that was Dumbo-which I hear is usually around a 60 minute wait. We had planned to spend 2 days at Magic Kingdom, but due to the light lines, we were able to knock it out.  We were able to do Mickey's 3-D Philharmonic (1 of both mine and Michael's faves), Cinderella's Carousel, Swiss Family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Treehouse&lt;/span&gt;, Aladdin's Carpet Ride, Pirate's of the Caribbean (not 1 of the kids' faves-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;), It's a Small World, Mickey &amp;amp; Minnie's house, meeting Mickey and Minnie, Dumbo, Jungle Cruise, Peter Pan, Winnie the Pooh, Dreams Come True Parade, and other "magical" things. :) Michael and Kari rode Big Thunder Mountain Railroad while Kennedy got a hair wrap put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thur, Jan 8 Day 3-Michael and I headed south to Miami while the kids and Kari hung out at the hotel. They swam and played all day. The slides were "too scary momma" as they said, but the freezing water was just perfect. They also saw a 4-D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SpongeBob&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt; in the mall part of the hotel. Corbin later told me it was funny-but gross. Kari explained that it shot out 'fake slime'. Corbin was VERY sensitive to all the 3-D and 4-D things. I think it took about a year off his life experiencing them all! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in Miami, the day started quite nicely. We arrived with no problem. We met up with several friends, and even tailgated with them. All the fans were pumped, but being in FL, there were definitely more of them there. And, there were way more Gators tailgating. It was probably the wildest tailgating I have seen in many years. The game was fun, but after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sooners&lt;/span&gt; blew 2 HUGE opportunities in the red zone, I was VERY worried. So, unfortunately we ended the night with our 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; straight bowl game loss, and a stay at a scary motel in Ft. Pierce, FL. Yikes-enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri, Jan 9 Day 4-After we finished up the drive back to Orlando and the hotel, we picked up the rest of the crew and headed to Hollywood Studios! This park is more 'entertainment' vs rides, but we all had a great time. The day was filled with The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Muppet's&lt;/span&gt; 3-D (poor Corbin-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;), The Little Mermaid (I think this made Kennedy's trip), Playhouse Disney-Live (Corbin's favorite),  Beauty and the Beast-Live, and met and had pictures with the Power Rangers. Although we were next in line to meet 'the blue one' and they had to leave. My poor son (with his face painted like a power ranger) cried huge tears. It was so sad. Kari and Michael got to sneak away to ride The Twilight Zone Tower of Terror as well as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt; Roller Coaster-which were my 2 favorites. So, I tried to not be bitter over missing out! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; Michael also did the Star Wars ride-It about made me sick when I wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;preggo&lt;/span&gt;. So, I sure wasn't too envious of that one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, Jan 10 Day 5-We began with a character breakfast buffet at our hotel. The characters were great. It wasn't crowded (I'm sure it was nothing to do with the fact that we didn't go until 10-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;). So, they spent a lot of time with our kids. They warmed up quickly, and even danced with them during their little 'mini performance'. We were then off to Animal Kingdom. I do wish now that we would have gotten there earlier. It was really fun, and we simply ran out of time. We did get to enjoy the Wildlife train, and amazing ride &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; Kilimanjaro Safari, petting zoo, Tree of Life, Conservation Station, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Pangani&lt;/span&gt; Exploration Trail, and a wonderful Finding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; Live Musical. We closed down the park in Dino-land with a meet-up with Goofy and Pluto. Corbin then had his 1st and only fit of the trip. Poor guy was tired and hungry, but I have to document it. Sorry bud.   We finished up the day with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;meet up&lt;/span&gt; with a friend of mine in FL at Downtown Disney. We had a great dinner and even got in some shopping time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Jan 11 Day 6-Travel home. Very uneventful. Our luggage somehow beat us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt;. So, we didn't even have to wait on it when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to Kari for going with us. We hope you had fun, and you were so helpful. Those extra set of hands were incredible! Hope you enjoy the pics, and I hope to be back blogging regularly. Check back often or add us on so that you are notified whenever we update the blog.&lt;br /&gt;Much love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Keysha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=7d4d9498c108d76459d0f9" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=7d4d9498c108d76459d0f9&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="408" height="382"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; text-align: center;font-family:verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=7d4d9498c108d76459d0f9&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/7d4d9498c108d76459d0f9/701.gif" style="border: 0px none ;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8363483402711414524-4749537018222471365?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4749537018222471365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=4749537018222471365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/4749537018222471365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/4749537018222471365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-family-vaca.html' title='Great Family Vaca!'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-4285317183527524985</id><published>2008-11-20T16:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:20:28.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few words, but priceless pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had Corbin's 3 year old pictures taken on Monday. Yes, 3! Tomorrow is the big day! Ugh! Where has the time gone? It's so cliche, but so true.&lt;br /&gt;So, this is just a post to share some of his pics. I think they turned out very well. He was a trooper :) Some of them aren't great quality, but I didn't want to scan them all in individually. So, there are cameos that were too big for the scanner. Sorry-too lazy at the moment ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post sometime after tomorrow and all the festivities. I'll use that time to be all sappy. I'll spare you now. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the Christmas ones later-or in the Christmas cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue boy-we had to get this, b/c this is so what his daddy does all the time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSXgLWEvaBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Y7mL13ZQ-gM/s1600-h/tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSXgLWEvaBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Y7mL13ZQ-gM/s320/tongue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270865424415680530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laid Back...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSXgLXKzwMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Oqrc8rvWgbQ/s1600-h/corbin+lying+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSXgLXKzwMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Oqrc8rvWgbQ/s320/corbin+lying+down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270865424709566658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Man&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSXgLKxpg2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fBREgHcy_M4/s1600-h/cameo+black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSXgLKxpg2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fBREgHcy_M4/s320/cameo+black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270865421382812514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last, but not least, my little Cowboy Stud.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSXgKzqDpII/AAAAAAAAAQI/ugAuWjBxrR4/s1600-h/cowboy+cameo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSXgKzqDpII/AAAAAAAAAQI/ugAuWjBxrR4/s320/cowboy+cameo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270865415176955010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS-You can click on the picture enlarge it.&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/8363483402711414524-4285317183527524985?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4285317183527524985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=4285317183527524985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/4285317183527524985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/4285317183527524985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-few-words-but-priceless-pics.html' title='Just a few words, but priceless pics'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSXgLWEvaBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Y7mL13ZQ-gM/s72-c/tongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-8593735584926965423</id><published>2008-11-16T23:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:28:15.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived my 1st 5K</title><content type='html'>Yes, me...I ran (well kind of) my 1st 5K!!! I have been training for about 9 weeks, with a few weeks off for sickness and such. However, I did NOT train for what occurred on Saturday. Winter decided to come Saturday-no lie! If Erin had not driven 5 hours to come do this race, I seriously would have considered another day. The wind chill was in the LOW 20s with a 20+mph wind. Oh, and did I mention we were on the lake???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold does not even begin to describe the way I felt when I stepped out of my car. Oh.My.Goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not 1 for excuses, but it was soooooooo cold I can't even tell you. I am thinking maybe I ran my worst conditions and 1st race all in the same day!  I was so distracted by my gloves, and scarf, and hood that was super tight, and just all of it-ugh. It was not fun, and I could NOT focus. So....I was not too thrilled with my time. Which leads me to-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do it again!! HAHA I think now I know what to expect, and know I can at least do better than I did yesterday. Although, the whole time I was thinking "I am done. I will never do another, and I am glad I am pregnant, and will not run again!" LOL Didn't take long to forget, I guess. So, yeppers. I have already contacted someone about entering a race for next Saturday (and I think I have conned Sara into doing it with me-hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's looks way fun. It's called "Chill Your Cheeks" Isn't that cute??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The 5th Annual Chill Your Cheeks 5k Run and Jingle Walk will be held Saturday November 22, 2008. Held in conjunction with the Opening of Yukon’s Christmas in the Park, Chill Your Cheeks has quickly become a favorite among local runners. Runners will take to a new course this year beginning in Chisholm Trail Park, winding through nearby neighborhoods and Yukon City Park, before finishing in Chisholm Trail Park amid thousands of glowing Christmas lights.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of Erin and me in all of our glory. I wish they could do the coldness justice. Michael and the kids came out to cheer me on for the finish, and were there maybe 15 mins. By the time we got home, Corbin's teeth were still chattering! Please be warned, these pictures are super flattering and glamorous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheeeeeesing with my lucky number 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSD-VuvmBvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wVZptO6gDnk/s1600-h/5K+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSD-VuvmBvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wVZptO6gDnk/s320/5K+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269491213301843698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were trying to show off our numbers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSD-VnuTyFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QnAHp6GBIPw/s1600-h/5K+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSD-VnuTyFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QnAHp6GBIPw/s320/5K+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269491211417405522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did survive!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSD-V-GTzaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0i_5OEE0HlI/s1600-h/5K.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSD-V-GTzaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/0i_5OEE0HlI/s320/5K.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269491217423650210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cold and up-close :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSD-V8RyJFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ABrIKrQfz-8/s1600-h/5K+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSD-V8RyJFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ABrIKrQfz-8/s320/5K+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269491216934904914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8363483402711414524-8593735584926965423?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8593735584926965423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=8593735584926965423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/8593735584926965423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/8593735584926965423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-survived-my-1st-5k.html' title='I survived my 1st 5K'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SSD-VuvmBvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wVZptO6gDnk/s72-c/5K+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-5076300487213959884</id><published>2008-11-16T16:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:05:50.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Challenge to YOU this holiday season!</title><content type='html'>I was so excited to have received this video, (some of you may have seen it) because it totally sums up the feelings and ideas of our house this year. Michael and I have committed to spend less than we ever have this &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1226872888_0"&gt;Christmas season&lt;/span&gt; financially and more than we ever have relationally on those we love. We are committed to spending the money we are saving and putting it to use with those that really need it. So, we use this as a plea for our &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1226872888_1"&gt;friends and family&lt;/span&gt; to do the same. (Even copy and paste this if you like)&lt;br /&gt;We are asking that if you usually buy for us to spend less than 1/2 you normally would-and preferably &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;NONE&lt;/span&gt;. This goes for our children as well. We will take this as honoring our wishes, and in no way will it be viewed as 'leaving us out' or the like. We then ask you to please consider spending that money or time in a way to help someone that really needs it. We desire for the season to be unlike any other we have had before. If you take our challenge, we would love to hear what changes you see in your family, who you help, and the difference that happens in your hearts.&lt;br /&gt;We are still prayerfully considering where we are going to be donating our time and money specifically, but I'm sure it'll be on the blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1226872888_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the video, click here: (short and sweet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVqqj1v-ZBU"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1226872888_3"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVqqj1v-ZBU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a Wonderful Holiday Season!&lt;br /&gt;Keysha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-5076300487213959884?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5076300487213959884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=5076300487213959884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5076300487213959884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5076300487213959884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-challenge-to-you-this-holiday.html' title='Our Challenge to YOU this holiday season!'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-7822488407864508341</id><published>2008-11-08T11:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:11:35.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is life without surprises right?</title><content type='html'>At least that is what we have been telling ourselves the last couple of days. I just had a feeling the other day that there was something not quite right. I was correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266333776344958658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SRXGqteuxsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/G6aQXBlddgM/s320/cropped+tests.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! We are adding a wonderful SURPRISE 3rd Curtis baby to our family! I had blood work done Thursday, and given my history and the fact that my numbers weren't great, we had blood work done again today. My numbers did not double like they wanted, they TRIPLED! So, we are praising God for what seems to be one healthy little baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, with these numbers, it might be the first time I don't have to do hormone supplements. That hopefully will result in me not being as sick this time around. Only time will tell. I am going to be one mad momma if I am heave-hoing around the holidays instead of enjoying the great food. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We feel very blessed, and we are thankful that we have great friends and family to share this news with!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-7822488407864508341?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7822488407864508341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=7822488407864508341' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/7822488407864508341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/7822488407864508341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-life-without-surprises-right.html' title='What is life without surprises right?'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SRXGqteuxsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/G6aQXBlddgM/s72-c/cropped+tests.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-5916583789954875151</id><published>2008-11-01T10:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:03:38.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say goodbye to the layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263715998467859970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SQx5z-83pgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gLYcBf-PZ9g/s320/halloween+fam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;With Halloween officially over, this will be the last Halloween post, and the blog layout will change too. I always anticipate Halloween so much, thoroughly enjoy it, and bid it goodbye happily-haha.&lt;br /&gt;This is a basically a picture post. Here are a few from our trip to the storybook forest and trick or treating. To see all the pics as well as pics from Masquerade Ball and our 3rd annual Halloween party go to the winkflash site.&lt;br /&gt;They are in the process of being loaded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://klcfirst.winkflash.com/"&gt;http://klcfirst.winkflash.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entering the Storybook Forest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263714280715381794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SQx4P_0w7CI/AAAAAAAAANY/_2MudsAaxZM/s320/IMG_7592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standing in front of Hansel and Gretel's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263714280951654802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SQx4QAtGKZI/AAAAAAAAANg/0PLZkM1b2_E/s320/IMG_7598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Admiring Sleeping Beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263714289971379906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SQx4QiTkPsI/AAAAAAAAANo/_5R3GoBJ114/s320/IMG_7616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My handsome little cowboy in his new John Deere boots-thanks Mimi and Poppa Larry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263714296484896610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SQx4Q6kgn2I/AAAAAAAAANw/-9bnSN6BJ3E/s320/IMG_7622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My princess cowgirl and handsome cowboy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263714303896571890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SQx4RWLlz_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/NtzJwe-Txuk/s320/IMG_7666.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Smith, Corbin, Kennedy, Tate, and Ava preparing to the streets of Rose Creek for some goodies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263719648728810290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SQx9IdO5gzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/j742oHET98c/s320/IMG_7698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In our neighborhood, they give candy to the kids, and beer to the parents. Kennedy was passing out the adult treats when we got this picture-lol "Kenna the beer girl"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SQx50aQ7oII/AAAAAAAAAOI/szXwbzQ1J4M/s1600-h/kenna+the+beer+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263716005799764098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SQx50aQ7oII/AAAAAAAAAOI/szXwbzQ1J4M/s320/kenna+the+beer+girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-5916583789954875151?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5916583789954875151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=5916583789954875151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5916583789954875151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5916583789954875151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/say-goodbye-to-layout.html' title='Say goodbye to the layout'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SQx5z-83pgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gLYcBf-PZ9g/s72-c/halloween+fam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-3136276717804701065</id><published>2008-10-30T14:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:02:35.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm voting the way I am...</title><content type='html'>I am not a debate-friendly kind of person, and quite frankly I hate confrontation...but, I am fed up! I hate that as a McCain/Palin supporter I have been made to feel like I am crazy. I think so many people (Republicans included) are so anti-Bush, that they are losing votes to Obama for no other reason. Fair? No! Since this is my blog, I had to use it as an outlet to get my thoughts out and in writing. Do I know everything about each candidate, of course not-I am far from a political scholar, but I do at least have some reasons to back my vote. I have run into way too many comments made by people who are voting for Obama simply for "change". Well, you will get that...I'm just not sure you are in for the kind of change that you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;Some things I have researched, and have sealed my decision:&lt;br /&gt;1. Obama has on record changed the cut off for the amount that will determine the tax breaks. Doesn't matter, we will pay more taxes. You know what? We pay enough already! We have degrees and have worked hard for our lifestyle. To that we should pay more, simply bc we make more? Soooo frustrating! As for McCain, yeah, yeah, he opposed the Bush tax cuts — &lt;strong&gt;because the bills contained no spending cuts or caps&lt;/strong&gt;. Look at his record. He has supported every tax cut that came down the road otherwise. His record on cutting spending is also very good&lt;br /&gt;2. John McCain is the original anti-pork warrior. He’s been fighting earmarks as long as he’s been in Congress, from long before it became fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;3. "Sin" taxes. McCain supports them-GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;4. McCain is for government reform, not just 'spreading the wealth' as Obama. You can't just move money around to fix the problem. Give more money to people who obviously are great already at managing it. Great idea! ugh&lt;br /&gt;5. National Security-Mostly I’ve seen Obama just jump on to whatever foreign policy bandwagon seems to be working at the moment, and then claim he was right all along. Biden is at least as bad, given that he should have the experience. McCain’s strong-point is national security. He’s not only been on the ground defending our country and a POW, but also has fought for a winning strategy in Iraq, Afghanistan, and other conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;6. Abortion-Obama supports abortion-on-demand, including partial-birth abortion, and &lt;em&gt;Roe v. Wade&lt;/em&gt;. McCain is pro-life, voted to ban partial-birth abortions and supports overturning &lt;em&gt;Roe v. Wade&lt;/em&gt; so states decide.  I’m pro-life and believe adoption/abstinence/prevention should be promoted and supported as the alternatives. I cringe at the following quote-we'll teach you right from wrong, but if you get pregnant, I guess we'll teach you about murder.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'We've got two daughters, nine years old and six years old.                    I am going to teach them first of all about values and morals.                    But if they make a mistake, I don't want them punished with                    a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barack Obama &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="bodysi"&gt;Town Hall Meeting in Johnstown, Pennsylvania,                    March 29, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;7. The Democratic led Congress has been a disaster! Why in the world would be give them MORE power? All the blame has unfortunately fallen to Bush. Do I think he has made mistakes? Absolutely, but all the blame-I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;8. McCain is a Christian. Obama "claims" to be. Your actions show. No need to tell anyone. Not to mention the church he has been a part of for the last 20 years. Have you seen this pastor? Wow. Again, scary-whether you're Christian or not.&lt;br /&gt;9. Healthcare-McCain would use tax credits to help shift from employer-based insurance coverage to an open market system where people can choose from competing policies. Obama would keep the existing job-based system and expand government involvement. He supports universal health coverage for the 47 million Americans without insurance, although he would only require coverage for children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it comes to protecting this country and growing its economy, I’d rather put my trust in a senator who feels that tax cuts should be accompanied by spending cuts, one who believes the government should be thrifty instead of spendthrifty, and one who knows, first-hand, what it’s like to serve one’s country and suffer for it. I don’t see those qualities in Obama; instead, I see a man who talks the talk but is too dreadfully inexperienced and unwise to walk the walk. For these reasons, I will be voting for the team that at the start of the day until the end of the day relies on God. McCain/Palin for President. May God bless us!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SQoSvyJidFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/iWiRKnJ_IRU/s1600-h/mccain-palin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SQoSvyJidFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/iWiRKnJ_IRU/s320/mccain-palin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263039726660777042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-3136276717804701065?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3136276717804701065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=3136276717804701065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3136276717804701065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3136276717804701065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-im-voting-way-i-am.html' title='Why I&apos;m voting the way I am...'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SQoSvyJidFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/iWiRKnJ_IRU/s72-c/mccain-palin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-51942896085316620</id><published>2008-10-17T17:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:06:35.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While the Langum adults are on vaca, we got to have over the little Langums for a sleepover yesterday. Timing is just hilarious sometimes, because wouldn't you know the day I get 4 children, I get the worst sinus infection I've ever had....or at least that I can remember. However, God let me dig deep and trudge on. Thankfully Michael was a huge help as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some squabbling about who knows what, the law was laid, and the troops obeyed. We had a great dinner, playtime outside, and I even let them decorate our larger pumpkins with the silly face kit I had bought. Smith was the funniest, because the second we got the boys decorated, he started pulling them all back out. I said, "Smith, what are you doing?" His reply: "I wanna do it again Keysha!" of course! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kiddos were the challenge to put to bed. I think Tate and Smith were worn out, and they were asleep by a little after 8:30. Smith was in the playroom on a pallet, and never got up once. Tate was out, I think, before Kennedy had quit talking. Now, my kids were another story. Corbin was 1 ticked off little man, because he wanted to sleep with Smith on the floor in the playroom-um no way mister! Then Kenna, was uncomfortable and hot with Tate and having to share the space inside the tent on the twin bed-can't say I blame her.&lt;br /&gt;So, with my sinus issues, Kenna and I took the King bed, and poor Daddy-the couch! He offered, and was fine. Guess walking upstairs to the spare bed would have required too much effort-haha.&lt;br /&gt;Tate was the only one to wake in the middle of the night. Poor girl woke up at 3:15 screaming for Kennedy. I explained that she was sleeping somewhere else, and to go back to sleep. Guess that was enough to appease her. :) I only got up 2 other times in response to my head pounding. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;I still had the sense to grab the camera and take some pics of the goofy pumpkin decorating. Enjoy-we did! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smith pushing the eye in-that pumpkin skin is TOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SPkZxwUy1BI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rsy0qbjeu6c/s1600-h/fall+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SPkZxwUy1BI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rsy0qbjeu6c/s320/fall+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258262382508168210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys making their "pumpkin faces".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SPkZyX8AFMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/j-cpQWUww7A/s1600-h/fall+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SPkZyX8AFMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/j-cpQWUww7A/s320/fall+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258262393141597378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tate working hard on her decorating skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SPkZytMYrPI/AAAAAAAAANA/rCsw8SBcGaw/s1600-h/fall+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SPkZytMYrPI/AAAAAAAAANA/rCsw8SBcGaw/s320/fall+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258262398847462642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kennedy with her finished result. We tried to do the green one, but mommy wasn't strong enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SPkZzFDwg7I/AAAAAAAAANI/E0og9L60iDA/s1600-h/fall+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SPkZzFDwg7I/AAAAAAAAANI/E0og9L60iDA/s320/fall+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258262405253727154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-51942896085316620?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/51942896085316620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=51942896085316620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/51942896085316620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/51942896085316620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-faces.html' title='Funny Faces'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SPkZxwUy1BI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rsy0qbjeu6c/s72-c/fall+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6448238004729551960</id><published>2008-10-07T21:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:52:33.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, today was just a pretty darn good day. The kids had a great day at school while I did some shopping, grocery shopping, and cleaning up. After picking them up from school, our friends Tate and Smith came over to play. The girls are so sweet and the boys are just a mess. f.u.n.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, mommy got the bright idea to take Kennedy to the movies. So, we loaded up and hit the mall. We had dinner at Subway (1 of our faves) and then had a few minutes to spend in the playland. Daddy came and took C home for some boy time in order for us girls to be able to have 1 on 1 time. That is rare now that she is in pre-k. So, it was much needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off to the movies we skipped. 2 tickets for &lt;em&gt;Beverly Hills &lt;/em&gt;Chihuahua, 1 small popcorn, and 1 package of fruit snacks. Although she is quite an expensive date, you can't put a price tag on the night we had together. We laughed and laughed at the talking dogs. And, there were several little priceless moments I got to capture, like her dancing and singing along to "&lt;em&gt;Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot&lt;/em&gt;" and as the movie headed to Mexico there was the typical music and whistles...well, she puts her fingers up to her mouth and 'whistles'. Too funny! It then got a little too intense for my overly sensitive little girl (no idea where she gets that). She was saying she was scared, but it was more she was scared for little "Chloe" the main 'character' than anything else. Of course the movie ended happily, and home we headed....buuuut not until a detour through Dillards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was in a shopping mood, and lucky for me, I was too. For those of you that know my little princess, she can be quite picky. So, I jumped at the opportunity to get some clothes "Kenna approved". We found an oh so cute pair of shimmery silver ballet flats, a pair of zebra print pants with a pink blouse, and 3 jumper dresses all with mathcing shirts. 4 outfits and 1 pair of shoes in about 20 minutes. MY kind of shopping!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a great night :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-6448238004729551960?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6448238004729551960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6448238004729551960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6448238004729551960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6448238004729551960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/girl-time.html' title='Girl Time'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-8812702257680893610</id><published>2008-10-06T16:59:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:08:58.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star of the Week</title><content type='html'>Kennedy's big day was today!!! All weekend we have anxiously awaited Monday. Today, she was able to take her poster to school to share all about herself with her teachers and classmates as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star of the Week&lt;/span&gt;. Luckily, she didn't really want to make&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOqZGPCSiJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WbeffY8ebB0/s1600-h/IMG_7176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOqZGPCSiJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WbeffY8ebB0/s200/IMG_7176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254180247675504786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the poster as much as she just wanted to watch me do it. So...I got to make it all sorts of cute-lol. I didn't go super overboard, but it was definitely not kid work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to chapel with her, and as you can see Corbin went right up and participated as well. She thought it was extra funny that Corbin came and sat by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOqYos3jO2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/irCnexyPF2M/s1600-h/kenna+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOqYos3jO2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/irCnexyPF2M/s200/kenna+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254179740287449954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got to the classroom after opening, she was able to show off her star student of the week poster. She had her name in fun stickers down the side complete with polka dot&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOqZGjhTgdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-43XmfKpnnc/s1600-h/IMG_7178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOqZGjhTgdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-43XmfKpnnc/s200/IMG_7178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254180253174301138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; flowers. Then, we got to add all kinds of special pictures. We 1st added one of our family of 4. Then, we got to show a special vacation. Kennedy chose to tell about going to Chincoteague to watch the pony swim with her cousin Ellie. So, we put a picture of her at the beach, one of all us girls, and one of Kennedy and Ellie on the boat. She then chose to put 2 pictures of special friends. We had pictures of Gracie and Tate, and she was super happy about that. She loved showing everyone the picture of herself with Casen buying crazy hats at Silver Dollar City. The others included fun things she likes to do, like play with her toys, play in the tent, play with Lily-dog, and ride her bike. We found a picture of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lotsa Noodles&lt;/span&gt; on the Internet to show her favorite place to eat. And lastly, she got to show a picture on her pony Whinny with Mimi at her 1st horse show last year. (and yes, she got a haircut-the curls are back. she and I are both happy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did so well telling about the pictures to everyone. She was so funny, because this morning she said, "Mom, will you hide in the hallway until it's my turn to tell about my poster? I just don't think I can remember what all to say!" It was so cute. So, Corbin and I tagged along, but that girl needed absolutely no help from us at all. Are you kidding me? She is going to rule the world someday...or at least her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy Claire, you might be star of the week at school, but you are my star every single day.  Your spirit is uncanny and although you are quick tempered at times (a lot of times), you know what you want...and that will move mountains. Shine star shine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-8812702257680893610?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8812702257680893610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=8812702257680893610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/8812702257680893610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/8812702257680893610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/star-of-week.html' title='Star of the Week'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOqZGPCSiJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WbeffY8ebB0/s72-c/IMG_7176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6542345190541932593</id><published>2008-09-29T09:04:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:06:46.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chugga Chugga, Choo Chooooo!</title><content type='html'>We had such a good weekend. Saturday after getting some Halloween decorations up, we got ready and headed south to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; game! The kids went to hang out with their buddies, Tate and Smith while we took our buddies, Jeff and Sara, with us. The weather was great, and the end score even better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; 35 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TCU&lt;/span&gt; 10- Boomer Sooner Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come Sunday, although there was no sleeping in, it was well worth it. We took the kids to see Thomas the Train at the Oklahoma Railway Museum. &lt;/div&gt;I was rather impressed. I guess I didn't really think it would be much more than a train ride. Luckily, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon entering the gates, we were given maps and informed that when the kids got 4 stamps &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SODkc0GJa4I/AAAAAAAAALY/poIiysazsEs/s1600-h/IMG_7118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251448349185895298" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SODkc0GJa4I/AAAAAAAAALY/poIiysazsEs/s200/IMG_7118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;each they would get a Thomas the Train magnet frame when we left. So, off we went. We got there just in time to meet and greet with Sir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Topham&lt;/span&gt; Hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we were off to see all the train tables. There was a huge tent set up with all different kinds of trains and tables to play with. Corbin REALLY liked this part!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SODmsM7QTkI/AAAAAAAAALg/hkWfKb9_xts/s1600-h/IMG_7121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251450812572388930" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SODmsM7QTkI/AAAAAAAAALg/hkWfKb9_xts/s200/IMG_7121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He worked really hard putting trains together and sending them down the track. Kennedy was not quite as thrilled with this activity. So, she and I headed over to the clown lady for an animal balloon. By the time it was our turn, the boys showed up too. Kennedy ordered a pink poodle with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fluffies&lt;/span&gt; and Corbin a dinosaur. Our little clown lady met the requests with delight. Both animals actually survived all the way until late last night. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOETYu31Y1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/UBztm19xyKg/s1600-h/thomas+the+train.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOETYu31Y1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/UBztm19xyKg/s200/thomas+the+train.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251499956110713682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With balloons in hand, we headed to the train station &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOEWLX2mctI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Siiq_WuHRmI/s1600-h/thomas+animals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOEWLX2mctI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Siiq_WuHRmI/s200/thomas+animals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251503025128108754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as our time was being announced. We had great seats in train car B. We took turns riding forward and backward. Although definitely a neat experience, I think the actual train ride was the least liked by all-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After departure, we headed out to check out the rest of the activities. Corbin and I tested out the playground while Kennedy and Daddy were Moon Bounce bound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then cooled off for a bit in a train car where a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOEN35Z_WEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gbKOQ_pjIJE/s1600-h/IMG_7145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251493894444505154" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOEN35Z_WEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gbKOQ_pjIJE/s200/IMG_7145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;movie about Thomas was playing. After a drink break and little air conditioning, we crossed train &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOEMszgt5eI/AAAAAAAAALw/7H0uxYo75R4/s1600-h/IMG_7138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251492604371920354" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SOEMszgt5eI/AAAAAAAAALw/7H0uxYo75R4/s200/IMG_7138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cars to see the model trains on display. They were very neat, but not quite as fun because we couldn't touch them-or at least that's what the kids said ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rounded out the Thomas adventures with a great performance by Mister David. No pictures of it-at their request due to copyright. He was so entertaining though. I seriously thought the kids were going to pass out from laughing so hard at him. He did lots of great songs, many of which I knew from teaching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K, with several puppet helpers. He was a perfect ending to a perfect outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't forget, login and leave a comment. All posts and comments will be made into books for the kids to keep forever. I want you to be a part of it too!!!)&lt;br /&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/8363483402711414524-6542345190541932593?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6542345190541932593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6542345190541932593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6542345190541932593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6542345190541932593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/chugga-chugga-choo-chooooo.html' title='Chugga Chugga, Choo Chooooo!'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SODkc0GJa4I/AAAAAAAAALY/poIiysazsEs/s72-c/IMG_7118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-2860889526268161435</id><published>2008-09-27T07:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:13:08.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Costumes Have Been Chosen...</title><content type='html'>For those of you that know me, know that I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;L.O.V.E.&lt;/span&gt; this time of year!!! I love the weather, football, fall festivals, food, Halloween, being outside, and then the leading up to the other 2 best holidays: Thanksgiving and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, obviously I had to change the blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the header with pics from last year: Kennedy was Cinderella and Corbin-frog boy. Hoping to get the rotating pics changed today as well for some retro Halloween/Fall fun. So, come back and check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I also wanted to share our costumes (well, the kids' costumes) for this year. Michael and I will be keeping ours top secret until the Halloween party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SN4wJKY5VyI/AAAAAAAAALI/cS6bcwg0zx0/s1600-h/IMG_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SN4wJKY5VyI/AAAAAAAAALI/cS6bcwg0zx0/s200/IMG_0733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250687149526308642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are going with the overall western theme this year. Kennedy is going to be a Princess Cowgirl, and Corbin a Handsome Cowboy. They are so fun. I think you can tell, but their feet go in the back. Then the suspenders come up to stabilize, and the front feet dangle. So. stinkin. cute.&lt;br /&gt;Corbin's has already arrived and he has modeled&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SN4wQWlS39I/AAAAAAAAALQ/PlVvg0QYXR4/s1600-h/kenna+costume.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SN4wQWlS39I/AAAAAAAAALQ/PlVvg0QYXR4/s200/kenna+costume.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250687273058623442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it several times. Princess Kennedy's should be en route via an eBay win from yesterday. (The 1st 2 I bid on got away.) So, after having auction sniper fail me, I dutifully sat by the computer for 20 mins yesterday clicking refresh in order to win. Sacrifices right? lol :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-2860889526268161435?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2860889526268161435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=2860889526268161435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/2860889526268161435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/2860889526268161435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/costumes-have-been-chosen.html' title='The Costumes Have Been Chosen...'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SN4wJKY5VyI/AAAAAAAAALI/cS6bcwg0zx0/s72-c/IMG_0733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-2368658840279560692</id><published>2008-09-17T10:06:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:05:27.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile-It's Picture Day and the OK State Fair</title><content type='html'>2 posts in one today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday with the weather being beyond fabulous, I decided what better day than today to go to the fair?! All was well until we pulled in. After walking literally about 1/5-3/4 mile, we approached the longest line I have ever seen at the fair! I looked at Michael and said, "Are we at the OK State Fair or Disney World?" That's when we found out it was "$2 Tuesday"!!!! Whoops! Oh well. We had fun, but due to the lines at almost everything, we were limited in our adventures. Maybe another day...or better yet, maybe next year-haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grassy picnic of way over-priced food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNEgwxjn9uI/AAAAAAAAAI8/T4LZR9CQRP4/s1600-h/September+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNEgwxjn9uI/AAAAAAAAAI8/T4LZR9CQRP4/s320/September+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247011063171905250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never could get Corbin to look, b/c he was too busy "choo, chooing" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNEl_2mXEeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PB8ZcP5wQVg/s1600-h/September+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNEl_2mXEeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PB8ZcP5wQVg/s320/September+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247016819781734882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing time in line....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNEl--iccZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mS2Qy0EUo8w/s1600-h/September+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNEl--iccZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mS2Qy0EUo8w/s320/September+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247016804732924306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'bzzzzzzz' on the Bee Ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNEl_UFsNwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/kbqA1AoMRSI/s1600-h/September+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNEl_UFsNwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/kbqA1AoMRSI/s320/September+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247016810517903106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winners...Dora for the princess and a Rottweiler for the little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNEl_qkO3UI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-_vupEmCFvM/s1600-h/September+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNEl_qkO3UI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-_vupEmCFvM/s320/September+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247016816551583042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2-Today is picture day at school for Kennedy. Here are a few of our own at home ones. Hope the school ones are even better. She is such a ham and "poser" lately. You get the cam out, and she just starts at it. What a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNF7itirwlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Fsdj1N_UpP4/s1600-h/5picture+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNF7itirwlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Fsdj1N_UpP4/s320/5picture+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247110877134176850" border="0" /&gt;            &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNF7jDCTtpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hyonKIgjIHU/s1600-h/1picture+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNF7jDCTtpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hyonKIgjIHU/s320/1picture+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247110882903963282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNF7kIyL-xI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yqr-go_L2is/s1600-h/2picture+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNF7kIyL-xI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yqr-go_L2is/s320/2picture+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247110901626829586" border="0" /&gt;           &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNF7kS1m0rI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UgIAbvBTtBc/s1600-h/4picture+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNF7kS1m0rI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UgIAbvBTtBc/s320/4picture+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247110904325526194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-2368658840279560692?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2368658840279560692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=2368658840279560692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/2368658840279560692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/2368658840279560692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/smile-its-picture-day-and-ok-state-fair.html' title='Smile-It&apos;s Picture Day and the OK State Fair'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SNEgwxjn9uI/AAAAAAAAAI8/T4LZR9CQRP4/s72-c/September+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-1875954578029367262</id><published>2008-09-09T00:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:58:04.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, "Creative" was the right adjective</title><content type='html'>When asked to describe our new preschooler in 3 words, Michael and I quickly agreed upon:&lt;br /&gt;1. Particular&lt;br /&gt;2. Focused&lt;br /&gt;#3 presented a challenge though. As we were just talking about her in general, we look out to see her through the window making not only a 'nest' for her stuffed ponies (yes they were outside, but with a promise to keep them clean) she also was pulling grass for them to eat as they sat in her lawn chair.&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, #3-CREATIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it only took her about 24 hours to seal the deal on our decision.&lt;br /&gt;Here is our conversation tonight-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kennedy, how did you get all this glitter in your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Kenna: Well, "T" put it in there at art today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, you need to remind "T" that glitter stays on the table and our artwork, not in people's hair. Into the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shower:&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe how much is in your hair. You tell your teachers if they say anything, that I TRIED to get it all out. We'll just have to try again tomorrow in the bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Okay mom. I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Upstairs getting into bed:&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy I still can't get over the glitter in your hair. You really need to remind "T" what glitter is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Welllll, Accccctually....I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Yes, but I didn't want you to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh Kennedy, I am more disappointed that you chose to not tell the truth. You ALWAYS tell Mommy the truth, b/c what if Mommy had said something to "T"s mom, and he would have gotten in trouble. Wouldn't that have been....interrupted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;MOM!!! Shhhhh Be Quiet! (complete with 'shhing' and the finger to the mouth action) What IF a wizard flew into the classroom (with flying motions), waved his magic wand, and glitter fell out onto my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(after shrieks of  laughter) Kennedy that would be pretty amazing to have a wizard fly into your classroom, but it couldn't really happen b/c you know that wizards aren't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Well, MOM (in the most serious tones) that IS what happened!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the #3 came to my mind...and I could hardly stop laughing. We finished with affirmation of doing the right thing, promising not to lie, but not without a few more laughs.&lt;br /&gt;I just love that girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-1875954578029367262?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1875954578029367262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=1875954578029367262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/1875954578029367262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/1875954578029367262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-creative-was-right-adjective.html' title='Yes, &quot;Creative&quot; was the right adjective'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6543636803218314273</id><published>2008-09-08T13:55:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:18:33.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Crafty</title><content type='html'>So, what better way to avoid laundry and unpacking than to do something else around the house, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very interested in these walls sayings for some time now. I had a couple of friends do some months ago, and have been intrigued ever since. Well, as mom and I were shopping at Hobby Lobby the other day, I ran across some. These are the 1st I've ever seen in a store. Of course, they are are pre-made...so no customizing...but I thought a fun start to see if I even really liked the look of them up in the house...and BONUS-they were 1/2 off :) Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is #1. The second I saw this one I knew EXACTLY where it had to go. The 1st pic is obviously a close-up, and for any that don't remember, or have never been in my house, the 2nd is from the foyer. If you can't read it, it says, "Every good and perfect gift come from above..." I love it especially because that was on Kennedy's birth announcement. ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SMV2nl_IFBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qOUqe7jEsaQ/s1600-h/newborn+pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SMV2nl_IFBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qOUqe7jEsaQ/s320/newborn+pics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243727763726668818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SMV47-iY3mI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jArMrlkr4jg/s1600-h/proof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SMV47-iY3mI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jArMrlkr4jg/s320/proof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243730312937660002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SMV2nE3Pu0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/6QZwkA1Zj4o/s1600-h/newborn+from+downstairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SMV2nE3Pu0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/6QZwkA1Zj4o/s320/newborn+from+downstairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243727754835245890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 is surprise!!! The playroom- This is another room on the list to be involved in a major clean-up, but until then, the quote fits too perfectly. The munchkins could not stay out of the picture. And no, I did NOT pose them *rolls eyes* haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SMV2nuCdfRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AJiBi5j_7gk/s1600-h/playroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SMV2nuCdfRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AJiBi5j_7gk/s320/playroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243727765888138514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, is my 1st official sewing project, I guess. Mom verbally walked me through making this prayer pillow for myself. I'm so excited about the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SMV2nFpJv8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/p8XV-SC2VgI/s1600-h/1st+pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SMV2nFpJv8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/p8XV-SC2VgI/s320/1st+pillow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243727755044569026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, look for the opening of my craft store soon! Spread the word ;) Um, no. haha K-back to the kiddos....and the reality of unpacking and cleaning up this house. fun fun.&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/8363483402711414524-6543636803218314273?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6543636803218314273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6543636803218314273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6543636803218314273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6543636803218314273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/gettin-crafty.html' title='Gettin&apos; Crafty'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SMV2nl_IFBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qOUqe7jEsaQ/s72-c/newborn+pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-1631970258722747165</id><published>2008-09-05T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:09:36.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here...</title><content type='html'>Most of you know that Mom had an accident at the barn last Saturday, and had to have surgery. I met Michael in Tulsa and sent the kids back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alllll&lt;/span&gt; the prayers, emails, calls, and text messages checking on us. It really means the world! This is also a big shout out to everyone that has helped Michael (and me) with the kids by picking them up from school, watching them, etc. I couldn't be here without you! Thank you! I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is doing better each day, and I plan to go home Sunday. I am sure I'll be back often for some time. I am just fearful she is going to do too much, and she will wear herself out or get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now from NW Arkansas :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-1631970258722747165?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1631970258722747165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=1631970258722747165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/1631970258722747165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/1631970258722747165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-here.html' title='Still here...'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-5986474859385174010</id><published>2008-08-28T22:49:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:17:39.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting from afar...Mimi and Poppa Larry's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After gymnastics this morning, we hit the road and headed to the grandparents. We never have to have any grand plans, because coming here is just so fun for the kids. We arrived around 3:00pm and already have: been on the tree swings numerous times, played with 1,000,000 rocks that mom keeps for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cman&lt;/span&gt;, picked apples, shook apples from the tress, fed apples to the horses, sprayed Whinny (Kennedy's pony) and gave her a shower, played a shape game that Mimi and the kids created-complete with cutting of shapes and dancing to music-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, read a new Princess magazine that was waiting on Kennedy (she loves getting mail at Mimi's), getting Poppa Larry to play princess games that were in the magazine-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, played with the dogs, 'pretend' drove the lawn mover and the tractor, watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pinocchio&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;took&lt;/span&gt; baths, had a visitor, and went to bed...well, everyone except me! And that was all before 8pm! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!!! Whew. Yeah, for once I think I'm turning in before midnight. I'm worn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pics that I caught on my phone of some of the above mentioned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;. Most are on my good cam though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLd1VGdWBAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EpWEhVD-uro/s1600-h/mimi+feeding+too.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy and Corbin had to go back and get a drink, and this little cutie just thought it was a hoot that he was on 1 side of the fence and that I was on the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLd1LCL0CrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/F6r7mzRM38A/s1600-h/caged+corbin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239785523894291122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLd1LCL0CrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/F6r7mzRM38A/s320/caged+corbin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;close up of my cutie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLd1LuPy9qI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vryWkZQBbVw/s1600-h/Corbin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239785535722157730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLd1LuPy9qI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vryWkZQBbVw/s320/Corbin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corbin trying to figure out how to get his apple through the fence to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Twinkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLd1VufxYVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HJeYoYtrj6M/s1600-h/corbin+feeding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239785707587854674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLd1VufxYVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HJeYoYtrj6M/s320/corbin+feeding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kennedy finding the hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLd1L9H2prI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rwBXxYaty0A/s1600-h/feeding+twinkie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239785539715376818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLd1L9H2prI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rwBXxYaty0A/s320/feeding+twinkie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gathering apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLd1Mf7CdDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yU7lRc6aXZA/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239785549056865330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLd1Mf7CdDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yU7lRc6aXZA/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And even Mimi giving in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Twinkie's&lt;/span&gt; begging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLd1MzGsPlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8yk2BJGxgOk/s1600-h/mimi+feeding+too.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239785554206015058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLd1MzGsPlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8yk2BJGxgOk/s320/mimi+feeding+too.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-5986474859385174010?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5986474859385174010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=5986474859385174010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5986474859385174010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5986474859385174010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/posting-from-afarmimi-and-poppa-larrys.html' title='Posting from afar...Mimi and Poppa Larry&apos;s'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLd1LCL0CrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/F6r7mzRM38A/s72-c/caged+corbin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-6796533375027717468</id><published>2008-08-26T21:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:59:20.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 10 Today</title><content type='html'>After getting on a blog today (friend of a friend of a friend-kind of deal), and seeing some life things that this family has been through...well, I decided I wanted to end today with some happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the top 10 things I am thankful for and that made me happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today: &lt;/span&gt;(might have to do this from time to time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. being woke up by my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my son who wore underwear out in public for the 1st time, and had no accidents! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Corbin&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a house and yard that we played in all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kennedy&lt;/span&gt; who just has the most strong and creative spirit-yes, today I am thankful for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. getting the cutest jacket ever for C at the consignment sale for $5-SCORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. sticking to my diet/new healthy living plan today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. having some really great people in my life that I get to call "friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. a husband that is so tender hearted that he couldn't even stay in the room as I read the above blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. going to the kids' school for back to school night, and just feeling overwhelmed with blessings that we are a part of this Christ filled school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. having a mom that is not only willing to keep my kids for a weekend, but that wants to-love you mimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list could go on....&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you today to make a list physically or mentally about all the 'little things' in your life that happened just TODAY that are such a blessing-big or small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt; 1:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No pic today, but a drawing. I emailed this to my mom the other day-per Kenna's request-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. An example of #4 ;) A drawing of a cuckoo clock-that took her about 3 mins to whip out. At least we know the creative gene is still alive in the family. (I was worried it died with my mom! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLTBpu5kd3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/7_3Kfr75mm4/s1600-h/kennedy+clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLTBpu5kd3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/7_3Kfr75mm4/s320/kennedy+clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239025189247022962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8363483402711414524-6796533375027717468?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6796533375027717468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=6796533375027717468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6796533375027717468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/6796533375027717468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-top-10-today.html' title='My Top 10 Today'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SLTBpu5kd3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/7_3Kfr75mm4/s72-c/kennedy+clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-3122246936559051747</id><published>2008-08-21T12:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:34:34.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics &amp; Napping Success</title><content type='html'>Corbin started gymnastics this morning in the "Mommy &amp;amp; Me" class at Oklahoma Gold. Unfortunately since it was "mommy and me," I have no photo of our 1st class. We, of course, were running late. So, I was good to get us there clothed and fed...much less remember the camera-although I did think about it. He did much better than I even thought he would. I love when they surpass even the standards you hold for them. He followed direction very well, and 'performed' like a true little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gymnast&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only struggle he had was wanting to explore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allll&lt;/span&gt; the other apparatus in the gym. His coach was great though, and we tried out almost everything in order to appease his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt;. He did everything except the zip line and the big slide into the pit. Maybe another day when he has a little more bravery in his bones. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From no nap yesterday, getting to bed late, waking at 6:45, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gymnastics&lt;/span&gt; though he did nap today. The carpet people were here today cleaning the last of the remnants of black. So, we were sequestered to my bedroom. Kennedy was watching cartoons and I was checking email. And in about 4 minutes, I look over to see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SK3LM7CsXjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uvdqVtQUpoQ/s1600-h/IMG_6809.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SK3PTQDNjwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_X6rZQgZVDI/s1600-h/IMG_6809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237069871334657794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SK3PTQDNjwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_X6rZQgZVDI/s320/IMG_6809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious-huh? I sure thought so. Poor bug fell asleep with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; on, lights on, and people using heavy duty machinery in our house! He had a great nap. He's now up and eating lunch-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&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/8363483402711414524-3122246936559051747?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3122246936559051747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=3122246936559051747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3122246936559051747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3122246936559051747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/gymnastics-napping-success.html' title='Gymnastics &amp; Napping Success'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SK3PTQDNjwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_X6rZQgZVDI/s72-c/IMG_6809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-5176560875164272729</id><published>2008-08-20T15:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:52:18.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, wanna try and make me nap?</title><content type='html'>That had to have been the thoughts running through my 2.5 yr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; mind this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the day starts with the usual...breakfast, laundry, cartoons, shower. We then head to Daddy's work for lunch. We won't see much of Daddy over the next few days, so we thought we'd get in some extra time. We had a fun visit of spaghetti, coloring, calculating, and hide and seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the office, I realize that no one was on 'snack duty' for life group tonight. So, that leaves me to pay good ole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart another visit with 2 little kiddos. I have to say, they were very well-behaved considering it was nap time. Well, pseudo nap time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home to unload groceries, put away groceries, everyone to the bathroom-including Mr. Corbin. Yes, he is semi-potty training, but on his own terms. While I get the last of the groceries in, I cannot find him. Yes, in the bathroom-solo. Usually not a good thing, but he was discovered before any damage was done. Fill up drinks, and up the stairs we go. He didn't fight me too much today, b/c it was already approaching 2:30 &amp;amp; he was tired...or so it seemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get Kennedy upstairs with her Barbie, Carriage, and some other "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt;" for some quiet time. Whew! Off to make snacks, clean the house, clean up breakfast, do more laundry, and load the dishwasher. Well, that lasted just long enough for me to make a cake for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, is that Kennedy I hear? Why yes it is...but when I come to the foyer and look up...Corbin's door is open! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!!! I guess the bathroom door was open and she heard him talking. So, being the "nice sister" that she is, she proceeded to take her music box and a teddy bear into him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, I can finally chuckle now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I call her name she shows she is in trouble by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;runnnnning&lt;/span&gt; to her doorway, and THEN answering me. Little did she know I was watching her ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get her in the playroom with cartoons and instructions to clean up that mess of a place. Off to little misters room...I remind him it is nap time, and that he really needs to rest. I offer to rock him for as I sing 1 song and then back to bed. He agrees. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;beggggged&lt;/span&gt; to not be put back in bed. I reminded him of our 'deal' and off I went. I was met with screams of, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MOMMMMMY&lt;/span&gt; GET ME OUT!!!!" before I even shut his door completely. Back downstairs to resume all the chores that were screaming my name. I turn the monitor up to hear him better over the dishwasher, washing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;machine&lt;/span&gt; and running water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been probably 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; by this point, and it's not happening-no nap today-AGAIN. Ugh. So, I go into his room. Yes, he is standing up, and he says to me, "I need a new bed and I need to get out. I need to play quietly." I approach, yes he does need a new bed...well, at least bedding that is. He got so upset-you guessed it! Chocolate milk and spaghetti. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ICK&lt;/span&gt;! So, yay-another load of laundy! Fun times! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the record, I had put on new bedding the night before. Also for the record, I have not started drinking....yet. I am sure it IS 5:00 somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have calmed down. Back to the grind. Hope your Wednesday is shaping up better than mine ;) There is the little sweet one now screaming at me, "You gotta fix this! It goes to my car! It's broken! You have fix this!" Duty calls........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-5176560875164272729?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5176560875164272729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=5176560875164272729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5176560875164272729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5176560875164272729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah-wanna-try-and-make-me-nap.html' title='Yeah, wanna try and make me nap?'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-3553381870158204139</id><published>2008-08-13T18:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:28:32.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Mouth of Babes</title><content type='html'>So, 2 of the funniest things to date where said at my house that showed me&lt;br /&gt;1. my kids are growing up &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;2. they really do make me laugh every single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt; #1-Kennedy had been wanting her nails and toenails painted, and I being the good mommy that I am, continued to put her off. Well, today she was having none of it. They were to be painted! I come into my bathroom to find her on my sink leaning over into the drawer to find the polish. After much thought and a veto by mommy on red, pink it was. As I am finishing her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; coat on her toes, I say for about the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time, "Kennedy please be still." To which she replies, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mooooom&lt;/span&gt;, I'm just a kid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, did she just say that? Yes, she most certainly did! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; And, then she could not understand why on earth I was laughing! I got control, and said, "Yes, honey you are right. You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE &lt;/span&gt;just a kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Scenario&lt;/span&gt; #2-Proof that my son really is on the cusp of turning 3. His speech has been the biggest thing to improve lately. So, after digging around in the shoe closet he comes running into the bathroom where I was still trying to kid ready-minus the time out for painting toenails and fingernails-and says, "Look Mommy! I found my hat! "Yes, you did Corbin." Then, he proceeds to say "not this way momma, this way" and he turns it around backwards (which he often does) and says, "So, Mom what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; think?" To which I replied, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do I think&lt;/span&gt;? I think you look great Corbin, just great!" Again, total confusion as to why I was laughing! So, he just walked away to check himself out in the mirror. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I can't post 2 posts in a row with no pics...here is randomness with my son insisting to have a pickle for breakfast yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SKNth_RfgFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/seDtMVagpHM/s1600-h/pickle+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SKNth_RfgFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/seDtMVagpHM/s320/pickle+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234147622622560338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8363483402711414524-3553381870158204139?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3553381870158204139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=3553381870158204139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3553381870158204139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3553381870158204139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-mouth-of-babes.html' title='From the Mouth of Babes'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SKNth_RfgFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/seDtMVagpHM/s72-c/pickle+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-4582038876579370084</id><published>2008-08-12T23:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:30:44.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone seen my metabolism?</title><content type='html'>Just checking....she used to be pretty good to me. I could eat in moderation, little exercise and at least maintain my little chubby self. Now, it appears she has decided to leave me for someone else! Is it you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not weighed since NYC, and rightfully so. The pants weren't fitting, and even the shirts were getting tighter, but &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;8 pounds more!!! YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, Monday I started on track! I have an accountability partner, and we have these "finish" bracelets we are wearing. I am switching arms at each 5lb goal that is reached, and not taking it off until I get to my end goal! Sharing all of this in an effort for even more accountability!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was the heaviest I had ever been was right before I got pregnant with Kennedy. Well, I had fertility &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; to blame back them....now, I'm just a loser! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let the fight commence! Soon, it will be whoa! Who is that girl with Kennedy and Corbin? It surely can't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keysha&lt;/span&gt;? She is toned, ripped, and dare I say thin????!!! Watch out world!&lt;br /&gt;to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;con't&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-4582038876579370084?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4582038876579370084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=4582038876579370084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/4582038876579370084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/4582038876579370084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/anyone-seen-my-metabolism.html' title='Anyone seen my metabolism?'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-8852689124987061012</id><published>2008-08-03T10:20:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:48:34.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Once More</title><content type='html'>This past Monday Kennedy and I headed to Tulsa where we met up with Mimi and Papa Larry to catch a plane to DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kennedy enjoying the trip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXbSMUVEQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/avZkR3HkSsE/s1600-h/Kennedy%2520flying%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230327647851319554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXbSMUVEQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/avZkR3HkSsE/s320/Kennedy%2520flying%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There we were greeted by Larry's son Bobby, and headed to their house. Christie and Ellie were anxiously awaiting our arrival. This was a reunion for Kennedy and Ellie, and they appropriately greeted with open-armed hugs. Of course, no one caught that on camera! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had never met Ellie in person, and it had been &lt;strong&gt;17 YEARS&lt;/strong&gt; since I had seen Bob and Christie! Ellie was as sweet in person as her pictures had portrayed, and Bob and Christie hadn't changed a single bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed the night, and caught up on some rest. The girls had a blast playing together, dressing up, and getting reacquainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning we were Chincoteague bound! It took about 4.5hrs to get there, but everyone did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving, we explored around a bit, and then hit the beach. This was Kennedy's 1st time in the ocean. She was obsessed with finding seashells. It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy in true "Kennedy form" tongue out, and being goofy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXR2k7FQlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HAWdZNR4I6o/s1600-h/kenna+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230317277815325266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXR2k7FQlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HAWdZNR4I6o/s320/kenna+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beach Feet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXSTH4nMdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-HY96u4wvfk/s1600-h/beach+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230317768236544466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXSTH4nMdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-HY96u4wvfk/s320/beach+feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In case you may not know, we went to see the annual Chincoteague pony swim. Kennedy's pony is a Chincoteague pony. So, it made it even more special.&lt;br /&gt;more info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chincoteaguechamber.com/pony-events/ev-pony.html"&gt;http://www.chincoteaguechamber.com/pony-events/ev-pony.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ponies were scheduled to swim between 7am and 9am, and the buses that shuttled you to the site began at 5am! So, we actually got up around 4:15!!! Yes, 4am! lol Again, the girls did great with the early morning rise, and they were real troopers. Can't say the same for myself. haha 4am is about 4 hrs too early for me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is our view from the ocean side. The ponies were just getting ready to enter the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXTDAtSX9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TopFJicRN0c/s1600-h/water+ponies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318590943715282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXTDAtSX9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TopFJicRN0c/s320/water+ponies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just the girls in their "beach or bust" attire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXUyCp4Z9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-bUq8bv48sA/s1600-h/beach+or+bust+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230320498431780818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXUyCp4Z9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-bUq8bv48sA/s320/beach+or+bust+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun at the local carnival, seeing the ponies, working puzzles, coloring, riding the boat, and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXVoO7AFeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gMOyWqyJfvg/s1600-h/ferris+wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230321429437748706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXVoO7AFeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gMOyWqyJfvg/s320/ferris+wheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXVDNSq8TI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SfQXbgnWzyc/s1600-h/scrambler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230320793344995634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXVDNSq8TI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SfQXbgnWzyc/s320/scrambler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the girls getting ready to push off from the dock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXVoKqKWgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iMGpW2p9o3k/s1600-h/boating+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230321428293376514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXVoKqKWgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iMGpW2p9o3k/s320/boating+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Catching some zzzz's on the plane...Friday was an extra long day-4.5hrs back to DC, flight to Cleveland, hour layover, flight to Tulsa, and drive home. Started about 9:15 am, and got home at 12:30 am, but she was great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXfODShE5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/RRbQORNEyVA/s1600-h/sleepy+plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230331974754833298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXfODShE5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/RRbQORNEyVA/s320/sleepy+plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had so much fun! We look forward to going back and seeing everyone again soon! For all the pictures, click on &lt;a href="http://klcfirst.winkflash.com/"&gt;http://klcfirst.winkflash.com/&lt;/a&gt;  and go to my "Chincoteague" folder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-8852689124987061012?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8852689124987061012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=8852689124987061012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/8852689124987061012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/8852689124987061012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/traveling-once-more.html' title='Traveling Once More'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SJXbSMUVEQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/avZkR3HkSsE/s72-c/Kennedy%2520flying%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-2744214615418702636</id><published>2008-07-25T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:11:00.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC!</title><content type='html'>Michael and I were lucky enough to be able to enjoy  a week in New York City! We had the best time EVER! (despite the horrendous mess we came home to-see post below). We went to a Yankees game, saw Chicago and Wicked, visited Central Park, Chinatown, Greenwich Village, Little Italy, ToysRUs, FAO Schwartz, Brooklyn, and many late night pubs. lol&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from our adventures.&lt;br /&gt;This was the view from our hotel room taken with my phone! Amazing huh? We sure thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SITRLb15OnI/AAAAAAAAADc/hjzblljTg2Q/s1600-h/hotel+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SITRLb15OnI/AAAAAAAAADc/hjzblljTg2Q/s320/hotel+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225531462039190130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, this is reason #1 why we went: NY Yankees...well, to specifically see a game at Yankee Stadium before it is demolished this year. In the press box on a tour of the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIpq4UUdqJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8ZNvcetFQzc/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp43283%29nu%3D3233%29292%29943%292324292+34753ot1lsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIpq4UUdqJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8ZNvcetFQzc/s320/232323232%257Ffp43283%29nu%3D3233%29292%29943%292324292+34753ot1lsi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227107833276639378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proof we were actually at the game :) Angie and I jumped in for a quick pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIprTDQWYLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eGgpEM3kPV8/s1600-h/ke+and+ang+yankee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIprTDQWYLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eGgpEM3kPV8/s320/ke+and+ang+yankee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227108292552450226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The things you get to see walking down the street in Times Square at 2:00 in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIprczFXUnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5PUoBRevSlA/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp43283%29nu%3D3233%29292%29965%292324292+56348ot1lsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIprczFXUnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5PUoBRevSlA/s320/232323232%257Ffp43283%29nu%3D3233%29292%29965%292324292+56348ot1lsi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227108460010099314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see all my photos, visit my winkflash site-folder marked "NYC" :) Click on the folder. Then, you can click on the 1st picture to see a slideshow.&lt;br /&gt;http://klcfirst.winkflash.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-2744214615418702636?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2744214615418702636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=2744214615418702636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/2744214615418702636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/2744214615418702636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/nyc.html' title='NYC!'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SITRLb15OnI/AAAAAAAAADc/hjzblljTg2Q/s72-c/hotel+view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-5570155245915241428</id><published>2008-07-24T16:26:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:44:21.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I was reminder once more with a yearly trip to White Water as to why I only go once a year. Let me preface this with, the kids had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Too many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Prices are too high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I got totally grossed out at the thoughts of what was in that water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My kids didn't want to do any 'rides'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;We have a 'free' pool literally a block down the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;However, here are some pics of our 'fun' time! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIj0uBtPD3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/FIu8P8PKVro/s1600-h/IMG_0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIj0uBtPD3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/FIu8P8PKVro/s200/IMG_0509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226696439132786546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Kennedy enjoying coming out of the whale's mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;         &lt;/span&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIj3Xxekx0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/zZdPnrQlX8A/s1600-h/IMG_0521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIj3Xxekx0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/zZdPnrQlX8A/s200/IMG_0521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226699355354089282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Corbin climbing on Mr. Crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;        &lt;/span&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;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIj1ZposI3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/wEeekvKuaS4/s1600-h/IMG_0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIj1ZposI3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/wEeekvKuaS4/s200/IMG_0512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226697188585513842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Not the greatest pic, but she wanted me to post this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So demanding for a 4 year old! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &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;And last, but not least-My Fearless Dragon Fighter! If you look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;closely, you will notice that he is "kicking" the dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIj11-KfCHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wcQc4K7Oq8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIj11-KfCHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wcQc4K7Oq8Q/s320/IMG_0528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226697675132307570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-5570155245915241428?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5570155245915241428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=5570155245915241428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5570155245915241428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/5570155245915241428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday-outing.html' title='Wednesday Outing'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIj0uBtPD3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/FIu8P8PKVro/s72-c/IMG_0509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-3803122371035491728</id><published>2008-07-18T22:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:44:31.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post #2 The Saga Continues...</title><content type='html'>Well, I definitely haven't figured this blogging all out-but thanks to my sweet friend Erin, and some time messing around, I have learned a bit about it all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to the saga...&lt;br /&gt;If you have talked to Michael or me over the past few weeks, you already know what is going on at the actual Curtis House. If not, here's the short story: We pulled up and removed the carpet from our living room as well as in our master bedroom. We had concrete stain added to the existing flooring. However, due to carpet glue swirls throughout, it looked horrible. So, the only other option was to lay a concrete overlay and then stain and stamp it. Sounds simple enough, right? Well, in the process of sanding the stained floor before putting down the new concrete, it created a black, filmy, sooted grime all over our entire downstairs. When I say entire, think of this: every shelf, book, frame, furniture, floor, door, wall, EVERYTHING! Now, this was also done with absolutely no covering of any furniture or taping off of any other rooms. Did I mention that we were on vacation in NYC during this? Yeah, the story just gets better huh?&lt;br /&gt;So, now we are dealing with collecting damages to our home...which he claims he is not liable for. "he did the job he was asked to do" um yeah, but  you damaged my home, furniture, and more! It has been a nightmare! Between us and others that have helped, we have put in well over 50+ hours of cleaning already. Unfortunately, there is still a lot to do.&lt;br /&gt;So, for the pics....&lt;br /&gt;The finished product: close up &amp;amp; living room-ignore the lazy girl and dog LOL (wondering if it was all worth it or not???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIFdQUoqr1I/AAAAAAAAACI/n6qH-1bQHGo/s1600-h/close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIFdQUoqr1I/AAAAAAAAACI/n6qH-1bQHGo/s320/close+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224559577725054802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIFfRhWWksI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rcC-L9Cehto/s1600-h/floors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIFfRhWWksI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rcC-L9Cehto/s320/floors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224561797341024962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is a little of the damage:&lt;br /&gt;This is a DVD that was on the t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIFgT-HEYMI/AAAAAAAAACY/Y8PwqgACbCs/s1600-h/dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIFgT-HEYMI/AAAAAAAAACY/Y8PwqgACbCs/s320/dvd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224562938932912322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers after wiping them along the door frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIFgWxii0lI/AAAAAAAAACg/YNYs4ljTXK8/s1600-h/doorframe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIFgWxii0lI/AAAAAAAAACg/YNYs4ljTXK8/s320/doorframe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224562987098100306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry for the quality, this a pic of a pic)&lt;br /&gt;our filters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIFgm_ykNcI/AAAAAAAAACw/RVXcMIQA-LY/s1600-h/filters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIFgm_ykNcI/AAAAAAAAACw/RVXcMIQA-LY/s320/filters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224563265801303490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our tile (again, pic of a pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIFhpll1ITI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FJGP-IP-u44/s1600-h/tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIFhpll1ITI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FJGP-IP-u44/s320/tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224564409819799858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sorry for us yet? haha Come on by! I'm sure we could find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; for you to do ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hope to know something for sure on what happens next on Monday. So, do stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-3803122371035491728?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3803122371035491728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=3803122371035491728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3803122371035491728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/3803122371035491728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-2-saga-continues.html' title='Post #2 The Saga Continues...'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/SIFdQUoqr1I/AAAAAAAAACI/n6qH-1bQHGo/s72-c/close+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363483402711414524.post-7768475640023910663</id><published>2008-07-15T14:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:20:52.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Numero Uno</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; have officially entered the land of blogging! *applause applause* I finally decided that if anything, it will be a good way for me to journal and keep track of it. So read it or not! haha I plan to view it as, sort of-my own 'online scrap booking'...but a scrap book I can share with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And what better time to start? Right in the midst of craziness! Michael and I were in NYC June 28-July 5. I came home for 1 night; drove to my mom's; left with the kids for Branson the next week. We then drove to Little Rock, and picked up Michael. From there, we headed to Forrest City for an annual golf tournament. We arrived home Sunday night around 8:45. Since then, we have been dealing non-stop with the aftermath of having our floors redone. In the process of sanding, pouring new concrete, and staining, they somehow managed to completely cover our entire downstairs with a black film similar to soot. I mean COVER-every single surface, frame, fixture, shelf, toy, furniture....you name it-it was covered! YUCK! And did I mention that Corbin has a horrendous ear infection and a staph infection on his finger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Welcome to our world! Gotta love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I hope in the next day or so to figure all this blogging stuff out, get the site looking spiffy, and posting pics from all our travels. I look forward to this form of communication, and hope you enjoy the journey along with us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Keysha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363483402711414524-7768475640023910663?l=thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7768475640023910663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8363483402711414524&amp;postID=7768475640023910663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/7768475640023910663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363483402711414524/posts/default/7768475640023910663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecurtiscrewchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/numero-uno.html' title='Numero Uno'/><author><name>Keysha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11253638932047142728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ip4L4ilTkOU/TBVd7pbfDEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jW_X9tQ-v9k/S220/me+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
