<?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-3767238663753825394</id><updated>2011-12-27T10:58:48.662-06:00</updated><category term='Starting Over'/><title type='text'>Life with the Vestals</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-478982139510280113</id><published>2011-10-10T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:31:30.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months &amp; an Apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQiVf54q_Rc/TpOYwmTT7qI/AAAAAAAABUk/xTPmMnRJRxw/s1600/IMG_6007-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQiVf54q_Rc/TpOYwmTT7qI/AAAAAAAABUk/xTPmMnRJRxw/s400/IMG_6007-1.JPG" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lela, today is your 4 month birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard to believe 1/3 of the first year is already gone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You weigh 14 pounds, 6 ounces and are 25 1/4 inches long.&amp;nbsp; You are much longer than your sister was, but about the same weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are such a good baby, but only for your momma.&amp;nbsp; You are not sweet at all&amp;nbsp;for your daddy.&amp;nbsp; You love the nursery at church on Sunday mornings, but not in the evenings.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You sleep all night&amp;nbsp;most of the time.&amp;nbsp; You go to bed around 7:30 and wake up around 6:30, eat &amp;amp; go back to sleep until about 8:30.&amp;nbsp; And I really appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't nap (also like your sister).&amp;nbsp; You take 3 or 4 30 minute naps a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are nursing every 2 1/2 to 3 hours.&amp;nbsp; You don't eat real food yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You love your sister.&amp;nbsp; She can always make you smile and laugh out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VD5wNwgqPlM/TpOXLmSH0gI/AAAAAAAABUU/jNjuZPbLxUI/s1600/IMG_6008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VD5wNwgqPlM/TpOXLmSH0gI/AAAAAAAABUU/jNjuZPbLxUI/s400/IMG_6008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You love love love to "talk".&amp;nbsp; This makes me worry because Neely wasn't as vocal this early &amp;amp; I don't think anyone can talk more than her now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are realizing where your hands are and love to grab things (mostly your clothes) and chew on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a quick 4 months, but we can't imagine life without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are our first 4 months of "chair pictures"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpV1lPeWBSw/TpOUt8Wmo3I/AAAAAAAABTw/d1MouSZuNmM/s1600/16767212946.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpV1lPeWBSw/TpOUt8Wmo3I/AAAAAAAABTw/d1MouSZuNmM/s400/16767212946.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6MSqvdq2YUw/TpOWcq-T7CI/AAAAAAAABUI/4WRc_Y6qqkQ/s1600/16767325381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6MSqvdq2YUw/TpOWcq-T7CI/AAAAAAAABUI/4WRc_Y6qqkQ/s400/16767325381.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnRE_d9goCY/TpOWCMcl0XI/AAAAAAAABUA/N0jx-6WEzZ8/s1600/16767299182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnRE_d9goCY/TpOWCMcl0XI/AAAAAAAABUA/N0jx-6WEzZ8/s400/16767299182.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLpBnarmBgI/TpOVjmPY_MI/AAAAAAAABT4/bLWmGi1w_ss/s1600/16767274033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLpBnarmBgI/TpOVjmPY_MI/AAAAAAAABT4/bLWmGi1w_ss/s400/16767274033.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now a funny story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have been working with Neely on apologizing when she does something wrong and trying to teach her to respect others' feelings.&amp;nbsp; Tonight we were all in the living room and I asked her to go get me a diaper for Lela.&amp;nbsp; She immediately said "I'm sorry".&amp;nbsp; I asked her what she was sorry for &amp;amp; told her that she hadn't done anything wrong.&amp;nbsp; Then she said "I said I'm sorry because I'm about to act ugly when I don't go get the diaper".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my word.&amp;nbsp; What can you do but laugh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-478982139510280113?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/478982139510280113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=478982139510280113' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/478982139510280113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/478982139510280113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2011/10/4-months-apology.html' title='4 Months &amp; an Apology'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQiVf54q_Rc/TpOYwmTT7qI/AAAAAAAABUk/xTPmMnRJRxw/s72-c/IMG_6007-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4122111357320796467</id><published>2011-10-07T12:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T12:31:38.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparisons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think one of the most fun things about having 2 girls is comparing how they looked each month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newborn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GoeLq6UIZw/To8zfkYnK3I/AAAAAAAABTY/aDyC9SCcFx8/s1600/16706738136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GoeLq6UIZw/To8zfkYnK3I/AAAAAAAABTY/aDyC9SCcFx8/s400/16706738136.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At first, I didn't think they looked anything alike.&amp;nbsp; Neely was a pound smaller, so she was so wrinkly.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that's not a word?&amp;nbsp; But she was.&amp;nbsp; Neely was so white,&amp;nbsp;red headed and blue eyed &amp;amp; Lela was tan, black headed and brown eyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie8lJoMEAMo/To8c9HU0AFI/AAAAAAAABS8/9jxAPFPGkGA/s1600/16705580695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie8lJoMEAMo/To8c9HU0AFI/AAAAAAAABS8/9jxAPFPGkGA/s400/16705580695.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;By one month, they did start looking more similar.&amp;nbsp; Their coloring, hair and eyes are different, but they have the same mouths, eye shape and hair line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&amp;nbsp;Months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixd7oeLVXf4/To8lqdT7FUI/AAAAAAAABTE/kvmCsOG1lf8/s1600/16706022418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixd7oeLVXf4/To8lqdT7FUI/AAAAAAAABTE/kvmCsOG1lf8/s400/16706022418.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lela is starting to have red eyebrows &amp;amp; in the sunlight her hair is red, too.&amp;nbsp; They have evened out in size by this point.&amp;nbsp; I still think they look so different, but similar too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDbJiiJu3hk/To8zWzb8SqI/AAAAAAAABTU/bveWvFjBhHI/s1600/16706726572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDbJiiJu3hk/To8zWzb8SqI/AAAAAAAABTU/bveWvFjBhHI/s400/16706726572.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love these.&amp;nbsp; By 3 months, Neely was a little butterball.&amp;nbsp; Lela is much longer and leaner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3767238663753825394-4122111357320796467?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4122111357320796467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4122111357320796467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4122111357320796467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4122111357320796467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2011/10/comparisons.html' title='Comparisons'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GoeLq6UIZw/To8zfkYnK3I/AAAAAAAABTY/aDyC9SCcFx8/s72-c/16706738136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-6046318978958332430</id><published>2011-10-06T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:42:43.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbalanced</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, y'all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This afternoon, I was all ready to write out a post about balance. Most days I feel pretty on top of it. I'm a stay at home working mom that almost manages to fit almost everything in...family, friends, church, fun, etc. without going crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then today on the way home from ballet, I realized I didn't have anything ready for dinner. We decided to go out to eat &amp;amp; 15 minutes after we got to the restaurant, Lela was screaming and no one had even seated us or even greeted us.  We left and headed to one of our favorite restaurants even though Lela still wasn't happy. An hour later, we still didn't have our food. Lela was starving by this point so we got our food to go. On the way home I just cried. I was tired, hungry, grumpy and realized that I had no business giving advice to anyone on finding balance.  I was crying over dinner for goodness sakes!  The only thing I had business doing was to go home and calling the doctor about doubling up my medicine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kind of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was my long was of saying that you aren't getting any advice from me today. All you get are some cute pictures of the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rx5uuOKp6A0/To5mWmgxT_I/AAAAAAAABS0/EJluycNOdJY/s1600/IMG_1325b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rx5uuOKp6A0/To5mWmgxT_I/AAAAAAAABS0/EJluycNOdJY/s320/IMG_1325b.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XxuI1IHvtlU/To5mRitpg5I/AAAAAAAABSc/sFPzdsNEyZE/s1600/IMG_1137b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XxuI1IHvtlU/To5mRitpg5I/AAAAAAAABSc/sFPzdsNEyZE/s320/IMG_1137b.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dezb0ee7UmI/To5mURyLM0I/AAAAAAAABSo/foh7N2MfWzY/s320/IMG_1085b.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz_3JHyNtzc/To5mVOZKI6I/AAAAAAAABSs/lu2WvimhOyc/s1600/IMG_1111b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz_3JHyNtzc/To5mVOZKI6I/AAAAAAAABSs/lu2WvimhOyc/s320/IMG_1111b.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HGGGkecxOIo/To5mV8FNnnI/AAAAAAAABSw/2DX9zFDYbNI/s1600/IMG_1288b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HGGGkecxOIo/To5mV8FNnnI/AAAAAAAABSw/2DX9zFDYbNI/s320/IMG_1288b.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my goodness.&amp;nbsp; Aren't they sweet?&amp;nbsp; Makes my day happy just seeing their smiling faces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3767238663753825394-6046318978958332430?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6046318978958332430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=6046318978958332430' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6046318978958332430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6046318978958332430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2011/10/unbalanced.html' title='Unbalanced'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rx5uuOKp6A0/To5mWmgxT_I/AAAAAAAABS0/EJluycNOdJY/s72-c/IMG_1325b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-7695013620593537233</id><published>2011-10-05T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:04:02.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Delusional Thinking and a Trip to Dallas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So y'all remember that Audio Adrenaline song, "Big House", right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, Come and go with me to my father's house.&amp;nbsp; It's a big, big house....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I distinctly remember going to their concert sometime in high school.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that wasn't that long ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, anyway, Neely has been singing that song over and over again and she said that she had learned it at preschool.&amp;nbsp; Well, today I told her teacher how cool I thought it was that they were singing contemporary songs.&amp;nbsp; And she looked at me like I was crazy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said, you know "Big House" by Audio Adrenaline.&amp;nbsp; And the other teacher said, "Yeah another mom said the same thing, but we've never heard of it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT?&amp;nbsp; How can that be?&amp;nbsp; Isn't it still popular?&amp;nbsp; Am I really that old?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I just looked&amp;nbsp;it up &amp;amp; that song&amp;nbsp;was released in 1993. WHAT?&amp;nbsp; It is almost 20 years old and I AM THAT OLD.&amp;nbsp; And 1992 would mean that I went to&amp;nbsp;the concert in Jr. High.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over the weekend we went to Dallas.&amp;nbsp; I am so lucky to get to work from home, but once a year, I have to make a business trip to&amp;nbsp;the Dallas Toy Fair.&amp;nbsp; Since I'm still nursing,&amp;nbsp;Brad and the girls came along.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We really&amp;nbsp;had a great time.&amp;nbsp; We stayed in Plano the first night and ate at Cheesecake&amp;nbsp;Factory and shopped at Ikea.&amp;nbsp; The next day we went to the Fort Worth Zoo which was fabulous.&amp;nbsp; The weather was perfect.&amp;nbsp; The zoo wasn't crowded.&amp;nbsp; And it was the perfect size for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I was going to be gone the next day, I wanted Brad to practice with Lela in the Baby Bjorn.&amp;nbsp; Usually I carry her in the Baby K'tan, so I wasn't sure how she would like it, but she loved riding forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSbpAesJ3cE/To0Dzr2COII/AAAAAAAABR0/5r1HsGix_pQ/s1600/IMG_5944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSbpAesJ3cE/To0Dzr2COII/AAAAAAAABR0/5r1HsGix_pQ/s320/IMG_5944.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Neely in the bird house.&amp;nbsp; You could buy sticks with birdseed on them and she chased around the birds trying to get them to eat.&amp;nbsp; All I could think about the whole time I was in here was how much Laurie would hate it.&amp;nbsp; There were hundreds of birds and they were flying EVERYWHERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LLMJVCamz4k/To0ECn1H7sI/AAAAAAAABR4/21AJpCjdBRo/s1600/IMG_5953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LLMJVCamz4k/To0ECn1H7sI/AAAAAAAABR4/21AJpCjdBRo/s320/IMG_5953.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neely saw a sign for popsicles on the map &amp;amp; was dying for one.&amp;nbsp; She ate the purple part and was finished with it.&amp;nbsp; Money well spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uFCp55S21FA/To0EREsDQaI/AAAAAAAABR8/hAVrP7_5yWs/s1600/IMG_5954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uFCp55S21FA/To0EREsDQaI/AAAAAAAABR8/hAVrP7_5yWs/s320/IMG_5954.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lela is such a trooper.&amp;nbsp; I really believe that in order to have good toddlers&amp;nbsp;that you have to train babies to be out and about.&amp;nbsp; She really is super good going everywhere we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93r5kjRJ5EU/To0EcrrY-jI/AAAAAAAABSA/kbaRmdSSie4/s1600/IMG_5968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93r5kjRJ5EU/To0EcrrY-jI/AAAAAAAABSA/kbaRmdSSie4/s320/IMG_5968.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the monkey had a baby.&amp;nbsp; Can you see it?&amp;nbsp; It was about the cutest thing I've ever seen and it loved the people watching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kbKv4JIoxc/To0EjiFDa5I/AAAAAAAABSE/T5pHS4xIzPE/s1600/IMG_5938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kbKv4JIoxc/To0EjiFDa5I/AAAAAAAABSE/T5pHS4xIzPE/s320/IMG_5938.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet girl and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4bYrHGH-Rg/To0EvWwAoFI/AAAAAAAABSI/o8rDKN-xVSs/s1600/IMG_5983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4bYrHGH-Rg/To0EvWwAoFI/AAAAAAAABSI/o8rDKN-xVSs/s320/IMG_5983.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Monday, I had my meeting.&amp;nbsp; The plan was that Brad would take the girls to the Arboretum when I left for my meeting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They&amp;nbsp;would eat lunch there and he&amp;nbsp;would feed her a bottle for her first feeding.&amp;nbsp; Lela wouldn't take a bottle from him (although she will take them from me), so she was screaming and then Neely got pushed down by a little boy at the pumpkin patch and was crying, so he called it a day, and called me to come downstairs at the convention center to nurse Lela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The theme of the Pumpkin Village at the Arboretum this year was Cinderella...here is a picture in Cinderella's carriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRZvn6WAjtQ/To0E5GFfnrI/AAAAAAAABSM/_xPBgatcyRI/s1600/IMG_5991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRZvn6WAjtQ/To0E5GFfnrI/AAAAAAAABSM/_xPBgatcyRI/s320/IMG_5991.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the rest of the day was as big of a disaster as the beginning.&amp;nbsp; In total, Lela took 4 ounces out of a bottle and slept 15 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Lucky for Brad, I got a break at 6 and was able to come back to the hotel to feed Lela and get her to sleep for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although I am so sad that they didn't have a fun day, I am glad that he got a chance to see what one of my bad days feels like.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-7695013620593537233?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7695013620593537233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=7695013620593537233' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7695013620593537233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7695013620593537233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2011/10/delusional-thinking-and-trip-to-dallas.html' title='Delusional Thinking and a Trip to Dallas'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSbpAesJ3cE/To0Dzr2COII/AAAAAAAABR0/5r1HsGix_pQ/s72-c/IMG_5944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4483933846220513666</id><published>2011-09-29T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:03:42.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet and Bicycles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our biggest news of the day is that Lela slept all night last night.&amp;nbsp; Not 5-6 hours like baby raising books call all night, but 7:30 p.m. until 6:30 a.m!!!&amp;nbsp; She fed at 6:30 and then went back to sleep until 8:30.&amp;nbsp; Woo hoo!&amp;nbsp; I have felt like a new woman today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Thursdays, Neely has "ballerina class".&amp;nbsp; It is by far her favorite thing to do.&amp;nbsp; Which is a good thing.&amp;nbsp; I use this as a motivator for good behavior all week.&amp;nbsp; Bad behavior = no class &amp;amp; we have yet to have to miss!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each week, the teacher picks a queen for the week.&amp;nbsp; They basically get to be the line leader &amp;amp; the little girls get so excited about it.&amp;nbsp; This week was Neely's turn.&amp;nbsp; Here she is dancing through the leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cN9QplqbhWI/ToUvHqGCSlI/AAAAAAAABRk/w0XX4z-cBcI/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cN9QplqbhWI/ToUvHqGCSlI/AAAAAAAABRk/w0XX4z-cBcI/s320/1.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home from class, Neely wanted to ride her bike which has also become one of her favorite things.&amp;nbsp; I am usually not an outside girl, but it was absolutely beautiful today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9dOLOBl3Vh8/ToUvI3pr0OI/AAAAAAAABRo/0WJUi5R6C4Q/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9dOLOBl3Vh8/ToUvI3pr0OI/AAAAAAAABRo/0WJUi5R6C4Q/s320/2.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that I'm looking at these pictures, I realize that her handle bars are backwards.&amp;nbsp; No wonder she was having such a hard time steering.&amp;nbsp; oops.&amp;nbsp; I just thought it was because she was so un-athletic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgoz48vXkEs/ToUvJlzd0_I/AAAAAAAABRs/syLEdlxxm8M/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgoz48vXkEs/ToUvJlzd0_I/AAAAAAAABRs/syLEdlxxm8M/s320/3.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last couple days have been rough for Lela.&amp;nbsp; Either she is extremely happy or extremely grumpy.&amp;nbsp; Can babies be bipolar?&amp;nbsp; In her happy moments today, she started laughing out loud, which has to be one of the sweetest sounds in the world.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oi0YVSyN2L0/ToUvKNlbo1I/AAAAAAAABRw/3PvAK5mWqOA/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oi0YVSyN2L0/ToUvKNlbo1I/AAAAAAAABRw/3PvAK5mWqOA/s320/4.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3767238663753825394-4483933846220513666?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4483933846220513666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4483933846220513666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4483933846220513666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4483933846220513666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2011/09/ballet-and-bicycles.html' title='Ballet and Bicycles'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cN9QplqbhWI/ToUvHqGCSlI/AAAAAAAABRk/w0XX4z-cBcI/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-160913459381015623</id><published>2011-09-28T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:06:37.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whew.&amp;nbsp; Today was one of those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are a mom, you know exactly what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well heck, even if you're not a mom, you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was supposed to be an easy day.&amp;nbsp; It was going to be such a fun day that I was going to do a "day in the life" post.&amp;nbsp; Well, then life happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At around 4 this morning, I woke up with Neely standing by the bed, her face about 2 inches from mine.&amp;nbsp; I can't argue sleeping arrangements in the middle of the night, so she climbed in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then sweet Lela woke up at 5:30 ready for the day.&amp;nbsp; If you know me at all, you know that I don't do 5:30.&amp;nbsp; All I could think was:&amp;nbsp; I am so tired and 10pm is so far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My alarm went off at 7, even though I was already up.&amp;nbsp; I turned it off &amp;amp; then somehow fell back asleep.&amp;nbsp; All 3 of us then woke up at 8.&amp;nbsp; That would have been great except Neely is supposed to be at school at 8.&amp;nbsp; grrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the girls waking up for the day.&amp;nbsp; At this point I hadn't given up on my "day in the life" post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1bV8DusBl8/ToPR-2pTK2I/AAAAAAAABRg/pbRcAzjDjdA/s1600/IMG_5931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1bV8DusBl8/ToPR-2pTK2I/AAAAAAAABRg/pbRcAzjDjdA/s320/IMG_5931.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About 5 minutes later, I gave up on taking any more pictures during the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a super quick feeding, we took Neely to school.&amp;nbsp; Then to McDonald's for a large Dr. Pepper and a sausage biscuit.&amp;nbsp; 1000 calories that I didn't need, but sometimes it's so worth it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the rest of the day, I battled a baby that must be going through her 4 month growth spurt.&amp;nbsp; I think I fed her every 2 hours all day &amp;amp; she took 2 30 minute naps.&amp;nbsp; Bless my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We picked up Neely from school &amp;amp; she talked non-stop for the rest of the afternoon.&amp;nbsp; I am so so so glad that she is so social, but oh what I'd give for 5 minutes of complete silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 5:00, I realized that I had not cooked anything for dinner.&amp;nbsp; I emailed Brad that I had a coupon for free dessert at Chili's, so we met him for dinner.&amp;nbsp; After eating way too many calories, I headed to the mall to try on pants.&amp;nbsp; Huge mistake.&amp;nbsp; Should have thought about that before I ate an appetizer, meal, and dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily, both girls went down fairly easily &amp;amp; now I have an hour to relax before Lela's last feeding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So thankful that God lets us start fresh each day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are still reading, bless YOUR soul.&amp;nbsp; This is &lt;strike&gt;possibly&lt;/strike&gt; definitely the most boring post ever.&amp;nbsp; I apologize and promise to be at least slightly more entertaining tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-160913459381015623?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/160913459381015623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=160913459381015623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/160913459381015623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/160913459381015623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1bV8DusBl8/ToPR-2pTK2I/AAAAAAAABRg/pbRcAzjDjdA/s72-c/IMG_5931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-905116695758355339</id><published>2011-09-27T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:56:51.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Only a Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite phrases has become "it's only a season".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lela wakes up all night.&amp;nbsp; It's only a season.&amp;nbsp; Someday she'll sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUYZrilGCEE/ToKKNRaD56I/AAAAAAAABRI/NWkXPivcUJk/s1600/lela1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUYZrilGCEE/ToKKNRaD56I/AAAAAAAABRI/NWkXPivcUJk/s320/lela1.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neely whines or&amp;nbsp;pouts&amp;nbsp;about something.&amp;nbsp; It's only a season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TUiqYA5UdI/ToKKcB0-QNI/AAAAAAAABRM/CVMYppyRV6Y/s1600/neely1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TUiqYA5UdI/ToKKcB0-QNI/AAAAAAAABRM/CVMYppyRV6Y/s320/neely1.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get to the end of the day &amp;amp; feel at my wit's end.&amp;nbsp; It's only a season.&amp;nbsp; Things will get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's only a season" was the phrase that was getting me through the hard times.&amp;nbsp; The knowledge that I could get through hard times &amp;amp; another season would be coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I have a day like today.&amp;nbsp; A wonderful, perfect day full of sweet babies, wonderful friends &amp;amp; lots of laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I get it.&amp;nbsp; It's only a season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x2QHud47AXs/ToKLukIGlKI/AAAAAAAABRQ/zl8XWXnqEUU/s1600/lela2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x2QHud47AXs/ToKLukIGlKI/AAAAAAAABRQ/zl8XWXnqEUU/s320/lela2.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our babies won't be babies forever and our sweet toddlers will grow up.&amp;nbsp; And it makes me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8nTJjrxnF0/ToKL86eJx5I/AAAAAAAABRU/dtBvobk8xwI/s1600/neely2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8nTJjrxnF0/ToKL86eJx5I/AAAAAAAABRU/dtBvobk8xwI/s320/neely2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that the next season in life will be just as wonderful, but it makes me know I have to slow down to enjoy the season through the good and the not so good.&amp;nbsp; I can't rush away this season because too many good things come with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter what the season brings, I am thankful for the friends that I have to share this season with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-905116695758355339?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/905116695758355339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=905116695758355339' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/905116695758355339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/905116695758355339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-only-season.html' title='It&apos;s Only a Season'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUYZrilGCEE/ToKKNRaD56I/AAAAAAAABRI/NWkXPivcUJk/s72-c/lela1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-5035834815812894288</id><published>2011-09-20T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T23:08:27.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JsfFr2bwwuk/TnlfEU8xIRI/AAAAAAAABPI/rAsc3pYvd-s/s1600/IMG_5553.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JsfFr2bwwuk/TnlfEU8xIRI/AAAAAAAABPI/rAsc3pYvd-s/s320/IMG_5553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="PadderBetweenControlandBody" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Our last picture as a family of 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="PadderBetweenControlandBody" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I know that I am officially the WORST blogger ever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I truly do have good intentions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think about lots of good things to blog about, but then never sit down at the computer to actually do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="PadderBetweenControlandBody" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That said, we had a wonderfully busy summer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We started the summer by adding this sweet baby to our family:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-edgmO8kBG94/TnlWZqecbSI/AAAAAAAABHk/UZGTPfjvceo/s1600/IMG_5624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-edgmO8kBG94/TnlWZqecbSI/AAAAAAAABHk/UZGTPfjvceo/s320/IMG_5624.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lela Claire Vestal was born on June 10&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; at 6:47.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Another easy delivery that I was so very thankful for.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ5P-4FO05U/TnlfFBYaNRI/AAAAAAAABPY/6Ol4F5iUl7Y/s1600/IMG_5637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ5P-4FO05U/TnlfFBYaNRI/AAAAAAAABPY/6Ol4F5iUl7Y/s320/IMG_5637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Neely loves loves loves her baby sister.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lucky for her she has 2 baby sisters.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They are both named Lela.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Meet Lela #2:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_tBENILXuBE/TnlgEb6flCI/AAAAAAAABRE/u37Q_V06YWY/s1600/lela2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_tBENILXuBE/TnlgEb6flCI/AAAAAAAABRE/u37Q_V06YWY/s320/lela2.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It has become a little better, but for a long time every time every time someone asked Neely about her little sister.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She would tell them that her name was Baby Lela and that we left her in the car.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That is fun to explain 100 times a day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I had scheduled lots of fun activities for Neely to do once the new baby came.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Great idea for her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dumb idea for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Do you know how hard it is to get to ballet at 9am with a 2 week old and a 3 year old?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Neely and 2 of her BFFs at ballet class:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXigSHXfbQ/TnlfFRD-RDI/AAAAAAAABPg/nvHqWCRsL38/s320/IMG_5668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We took an overnight trip to Little Rock on our way to Blytheville.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We watched the ducks march at the Peabody:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J0Sz4kZ5NgI/TnlfF9h_SII/AAAAAAAABPo/9uAFuU_sCeg/s1600/IMG_5713.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J0Sz4kZ5NgI/TnlfF9h_SII/AAAAAAAABPo/9uAFuU_sCeg/s320/IMG_5713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Rode the trolley and Neely got to ring the bell.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know those shorts are entirely too short.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEBTAkDnC7Y/TnlfGbrJ-MI/AAAAAAAABPw/eC7KkxNMJC4/s1600/IMG_5720.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEBTAkDnC7Y/TnlfGbrJ-MI/AAAAAAAABPw/eC7KkxNMJC4/s320/IMG_5720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My best friend and her little girl visited us for a long weekend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmjo0Wv2HRg/TnlfG9jaHII/AAAAAAAABP4/yP3Aw_IV9dE/s1600/IMG_5726.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmjo0Wv2HRg/TnlfG9jaHII/AAAAAAAABP4/yP3Aw_IV9dE/s320/IMG_5726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I turned 31.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEluEPL-JFM/TnlfHSraCYI/AAAAAAAABQA/FPSDTflq50o/s1600/IMG_5747.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEluEPL-JFM/TnlfHSraCYI/AAAAAAAABQA/FPSDTflq50o/s320/IMG_5747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We went on a train ride, which might have been the longest, hottest 2 hours of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--sXcQXCvczQ/TnlfHmgBz8I/AAAAAAAABQI/dR1Zpz4JPfc/s320/IMG_5762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-heBfRZaauRM/TnlfIXrFiGI/AAAAAAAABQQ/XRtd9Ht5VFw/s1600/IMG_5769.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-heBfRZaauRM/TnlfIXrFiGI/AAAAAAAABQQ/XRtd9Ht5VFw/s320/IMG_5769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We took a long weekend and went to St. Louis:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WVcugzMJrf4/TnlfIuwG6pI/AAAAAAAABQY/G_kTy_oIqQE/s1600/IMG_5832.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WVcugzMJrf4/TnlfIuwG6pI/AAAAAAAABQY/G_kTy_oIqQE/s320/IMG_5832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Went to a Cardinals Game:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jxoqG4z0r1U/TnlfJD8WjqI/AAAAAAAABQg/aheHr5xxOs0/s1600/IMG_5850.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jxoqG4z0r1U/TnlfJD8WjqI/AAAAAAAABQg/aheHr5xxOs0/s320/IMG_5850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Went to Grant’s Farm and the zoo:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKFMLqVg5Yk/TnlfJu3h1BI/AAAAAAAABQo/8mYsUracUoA/s1600/IMG_5868.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKFMLqVg5Yk/TnlfJu3h1BI/AAAAAAAABQo/8mYsUracUoA/s320/IMG_5868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vkRbpkanHY/TnlfJ0UnsDI/AAAAAAAABQw/zP-EuVA_LG0/s320/IMG_5869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And finished the trip with a visit to our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qvvzAahpsXo/TnlfKdT11gI/AAAAAAAABQ4/kXKWYQAnuZs/s1600/IMG_5899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qvvzAahpsXo/TnlfKdT11gI/AAAAAAAABQ4/kXKWYQAnuZs/s320/IMG_5899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgWzaCnwGjo/TnlfKtTfZZI/AAAAAAAABRA/dKjMN2k7_HY/s1600/IMG_5906.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgWzaCnwGjo/TnlfKtTfZZI/AAAAAAAABRA/dKjMN2k7_HY/s320/IMG_5906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I know, I know.  You're surprised there's a post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-5035834815812894288?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5035834815812894288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=5035834815812894288' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/5035834815812894288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/5035834815812894288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2011/09/busy-summer.html' title='A Busy Summer'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JsfFr2bwwuk/TnlfEU8xIRI/AAAAAAAABPI/rAsc3pYvd-s/s72-c/IMG_5553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-6859938428651379082</id><published>2010-12-20T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:05:47.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The many faces of Neely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am running a little short on blogging material since we dropped Neely off with my parents on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I would really enjoy the time by myself, but I have actually been a little sad since she left.&amp;nbsp; It is just too quiet at our house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few shots of Neely that I took right before she left.&amp;nbsp; She was demonstrating her different faces:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Face:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQ_D-z5s9jI/AAAAAAAABBI/fVBwUgeAmlI/s1600/IMG_4604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQ_D-z5s9jI/AAAAAAAABBI/fVBwUgeAmlI/s320/IMG_4604.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mean Face:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQ_DllLaGQI/AAAAAAAABBA/BHcGlnsWy0E/s1600/IMG_4606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQ_DllLaGQI/AAAAAAAABBA/BHcGlnsWy0E/s320/IMG_4606.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Silly Face:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQ_D2As-TiI/AAAAAAAABBE/B7VTT10452k/s1600/IMG_4605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQ_D2As-TiI/AAAAAAAABBE/B7VTT10452k/s320/IMG_4605.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sweet Face:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQ_DdNJcSmI/AAAAAAAABA8/RkLeM-4CqdE/s1600/IMG_4607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQ_DdNJcSmI/AAAAAAAABA8/RkLeM-4CqdE/s320/IMG_4607.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/3767238663753825394-6859938428651379082?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6859938428651379082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=6859938428651379082' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6859938428651379082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6859938428651379082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2010/12/many-faces-of-neely.html' title='The many faces of Neely'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQ_D-z5s9jI/AAAAAAAABBI/fVBwUgeAmlI/s72-c/IMG_4604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-6371216994037545814</id><published>2010-12-18T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T16:00:00.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Neely turned 3 this month and I can hardly believe it.&amp;nbsp; It seems like yesterday that we brought home that tiny, screaming baby.&amp;nbsp; The one that wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep, wouldn't play.&amp;nbsp; Only cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am so thankful that she has become a sweet, funny, talkative toddler.&amp;nbsp; It seems like I always say that this is my favorite age, but it really is.&amp;nbsp; She talks from the moment she wakes up until the moment she goes to bed.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't take naps.&amp;nbsp; She is too sassy for words and wears her mother out.&amp;nbsp; She loves her friends more than&amp;nbsp;anything and each night in her prayers&amp;nbsp;she says each one individually.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;loves school and her teacher.&amp;nbsp; She loves her church.&amp;nbsp; She loves her family.&amp;nbsp; She loves sweets.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I&amp;nbsp;could just bottle&amp;nbsp;her up and keep her just&amp;nbsp;like this.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't change a thing and&amp;nbsp;I know we couldn't imagine our life without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I'd share a few of the pictures from her 3-year photo shoot.&amp;nbsp; I was so happy with them and I think they totally reflect her personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQwjVmBmAgI/AAAAAAAABAk/Q3XnOXRzkKE/s1600/IMG_1734+strlt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQwjVmBmAgI/AAAAAAAABAk/Q3XnOXRzkKE/s320/IMG_1734+strlt.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my favorite.&amp;nbsp; I think I am going to get a big one made to go in her room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQwjkumLd1I/AAAAAAAABAo/m9zgVsvumTE/s1600/IMG_1744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQwjkumLd1I/AAAAAAAABAo/m9zgVsvumTE/s320/IMG_1744.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is her fake smile.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQwk1TMB_lI/AAAAAAAABAw/syQqHihllpU/s1600/IMG_1848+strlt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQwk1TMB_lI/AAAAAAAABAw/syQqHihllpU/s320/IMG_1848+strlt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love this one, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQwlCrvST5I/AAAAAAAABA0/X3qroIwwA8Q/s1600/IMG_1985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQwlCrvST5I/AAAAAAAABA0/X3qroIwwA8Q/s320/IMG_1985.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And her Christmas picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQwlQ_MHhsI/AAAAAAAABA4/iHFKHrVIdz4/s1600/IMG_2019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQwlQ_MHhsI/AAAAAAAABA4/iHFKHrVIdz4/s320/IMG_2019.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And her everyday picture.&amp;nbsp; I always like to get at least one picture of her in her everyday clothes to remind me what she was really like at each age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to see how she changes this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-6371216994037545814?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6371216994037545814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=6371216994037545814' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6371216994037545814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6371216994037545814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-years-old.html' title='3 Years Old'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQwjVmBmAgI/AAAAAAAABAk/Q3XnOXRzkKE/s72-c/IMG_1734+strlt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-1041415634802242240</id><published>2010-12-17T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T11:27:31.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After Kelly posted this picture of my Christmas tree on her blog yesterday, I have had several people ask how I did it.&amp;nbsp; And let me tell you, if I can do it, you can do it.&amp;nbsp; After seeing this picture, I really wish I would have taken the time to straighten the topper, but oh well.&amp;nbsp; I am too tired to get on a ladder...maybe next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In my opinion, the key to a pretty tree is pretty ribbon.&amp;nbsp; To be honest, that is all I did this year.&amp;nbsp; Tree decorating came at the height of my pregnancy tiredness, so I finished doing the ribbon and told Brad that we were not going to have any ornaments because I was just too tired.&amp;nbsp; Brad and Neely did all the ornaments &amp;amp; I have to say that they did a wonderful job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQuThEzR-cI/AAAAAAAAA_w/5VNJvto-vjA/s1600/tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQuThEzR-cI/AAAAAAAAA_w/5VNJvto-vjA/s320/tree.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am a big fan of the floral mesh, BUT I think it is very important that you can still see the Christmas Tree.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Remember it is a tree.&amp;nbsp; Not a ball of mesh.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know there are some rules about which way your ribbon goes, but I don't know them and I like my ribbon to wrap around, so that is what you get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I always start in the middle of the tree and work down and then start back in the middle and then work to the top.&amp;nbsp; I do the floral mesh for the whole tree and then go back with the ribbon in between the mesh.&amp;nbsp; I am a perfectionist, but it looks better when everything is not perfect.&amp;nbsp; And remember you can cover up blank spots with ornaments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The key to this whole thing is FLORAL WIRE.&amp;nbsp; I wire it in the beginning and poof it out (NOT TOO MUCH...remember...not a ball of mesh) and wire it each time it goes in.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes if there is a limb poking out, I just wrap that around the mesh &amp;amp; it looks fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think that my tree has 3 or 4 rolls of mesh and 2 rolls of the thick red ribbon.&amp;nbsp; I got it all 1/2 price, so it wasn't that expensive.&amp;nbsp; Another thing to remember is don't be afraid to cut the ribbon if you need to.&amp;nbsp; I think my mesh is in about 15 pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQuTzQR-BEI/AAAAAAAAA_0/JqFIUNzkOCw/s1600/IMG_4602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQuTzQR-BEI/AAAAAAAAA_0/JqFIUNzkOCw/s320/IMG_4602.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is my topper from the front, where you can't see it is leaning.&amp;nbsp; I just stick a bunch of sparkly sticks in the top so it looks like a volcano.&amp;nbsp; Usually, I would wire these in, but I was trying to limit my time on the ladder this year, so that didn't happen.&amp;nbsp; Thus the leaning topper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One final tip, instead of using the hangers that are in the Christmas section for your ornaments, use floral wire.&amp;nbsp; That way all the ornaments stay close to the tree and exactly where you placed them.&amp;nbsp; And wire 3 or 4 small ornaments together and place on tree for more of an impact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQuT9nYvbFI/AAAAAAAAA_4/4OFb8jmOY80/s1600/IMG_4603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQuT9nYvbFI/AAAAAAAAA_4/4OFb8jmOY80/s320/IMG_4603.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I'll leave you with this picture of the bottom of my tree.&amp;nbsp; Neely really wanted to help with the ribbon.&amp;nbsp; I am so OCD that this is really hard for me to look at every day, but she is so proud and that makes me love it.&amp;nbsp; Next year, I am going to set up a tree in her playroom upstairs that she can completely decorate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQuUehzEM3I/AAAAAAAAA_8/7du7XkJjE2I/s1600/Jonathan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQuUehzEM3I/AAAAAAAAA_8/7du7XkJjE2I/s1600/Jonathan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And lastly this is my cousin, Jonathan, who helped me decorate my first tree.&amp;nbsp; He has taught me everything I&amp;nbsp;know about&amp;nbsp;tree decorating.&amp;nbsp; He is by far the most talented designer I know (I don't know very many designers, but let's just ignore that fact).&amp;nbsp; And here is the good news...he is in the process of moving back to NWA &amp;amp; will be doing Christmas decor next year!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He is planning his first wedding right now &amp;amp; I can't wait to show you the results in January!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-1041415634802242240?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1041415634802242240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=1041415634802242240' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1041415634802242240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1041415634802242240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQuThEzR-cI/AAAAAAAAA_w/5VNJvto-vjA/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-9152811981036498618</id><published>2010-12-16T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:11:14.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k54/adesignoffaith/christmascardbutton350.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k54/adesignoffaith/christmascardbutton350.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my favorite time of year.&amp;nbsp; I love getting mail &amp;amp; December is the only time of year when we get anything but bills and junk mail.&amp;nbsp; I love that most of my friends send out picture cards &amp;amp; every day Neely and I (impatiently) wait to get our cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year, I had someone new design our cards and I love them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.tricianaeblog.com/"&gt;Tricia&lt;/a&gt; also designed Neely's birthday cards.&amp;nbsp; She was so patient &amp;amp; was super affordable and I highly recommend her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our pictures were taken by Jason at &lt;a href="http://www.soulreflectionsphoto.com/"&gt;Soul Reflections Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This was our first time to use him &amp;amp; he did a wonderful job!&amp;nbsp; I went to high school with Jason and because of Brad's travel schedule this year, the only way to get family pictures&amp;nbsp;done was to do them on a weekend we&amp;nbsp;were at my parents' house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQqLAL3DL0I/AAAAAAAAA_s/KayHfCAq4CY/s1600/Vestal_Front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQqLAL3DL0I/AAAAAAAAA_s/KayHfCAq4CY/s320/Vestal_Front.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQqK0Gv-oPI/AAAAAAAAA_o/HZJEKThwdb0/s1600/Vestal_Back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQqK0Gv-oPI/AAAAAAAAA_o/HZJEKThwdb0/s320/Vestal_Back.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-9152811981036498618?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/9152811981036498618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=9152811981036498618' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/9152811981036498618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/9152811981036498618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/TQqLAL3DL0I/AAAAAAAAA_s/KayHfCAq4CY/s72-c/Vestal_Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-3599266007835151876</id><published>2010-05-17T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:17:12.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Housekeeping &amp; A Question</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep, so I have been updating my blog lists on the side of my page (which have NEVER been updated).&amp;nbsp; I have tried to remove old links and update with any new friends I have, but I am sure that I have missed someone.&amp;nbsp; Please let me know if I have missed you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to my question.&amp;nbsp; I am looking for a couple more good books to read on my upcoming trip.&amp;nbsp; I already have all the "fluff" books I need, but I am looking for an interesting non-fiction book (preferably about a historic time period)&amp;nbsp;and a christian living book (something like Crazy Love or a study that could be done in a week).&amp;nbsp; I appreciate any suggestions I can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No promises, but I hope to start updating my blog with more frequency tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-3599266007835151876?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3599266007835151876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=3599266007835151876' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3599266007835151876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3599266007835151876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-housekeeping-question.html' title='Blog Housekeeping &amp; A Question'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-1642471117400745055</id><published>2010-02-25T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:30:38.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home, Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brad got home from his business trip a night early &amp;amp; Neely was so excited.  I had told her that he would get home after she went to sleep...so, she never went to sleep.  It makes me so happy to see how much she loves her daddy.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S4X29wV82VI/AAAAAAAAA-U/XAQRM2vYu5U/s1600-h/IMG_3762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442027265556535634" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S4X29wV82VI/AAAAAAAAA-U/XAQRM2vYu5U/s320/IMG_3762.JPG" style="display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laughing so hard!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S4X29QrviII/AAAAAAAAA-M/3jArP8-a33w/s1600-h/IMG_3766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442027257058003074" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S4X29QrviII/AAAAAAAAA-M/3jArP8-a33w/s320/IMG_3766.JPG" style="display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neely and I had a great time while Brad was gone, but we sure are glad he's back!  &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/3767238663753825394-1642471117400745055?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1642471117400745055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=1642471117400745055' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1642471117400745055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1642471117400745055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome-home-daddy.html' title='Welcome home, Daddy!'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S4X29wV82VI/AAAAAAAAA-U/XAQRM2vYu5U/s72-c/IMG_3762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-245503812401320214</id><published>2010-02-24T12:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T12:25:59.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingerpainting</title><content type='html'>I got the dreaded phone call today to pick Neely up from school because of stomach issues, so we are home playing today.  She is acting perfectly normal, so I am pretty sure it is milk allergy related.  On the way home, I asked her what she wanted to do today to make it special and she said fingerpaint.  So, here is the little artist at work.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S4VtWjce_AI/AAAAAAAAA-E/r2Ed1NzmR8U/s1600-h/IMG_3759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441875958986374146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S4VtWjce_AI/AAAAAAAAA-E/r2Ed1NzmR8U/s320/IMG_3759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S4VtWMJ88_I/AAAAAAAAA98/26Y_zcGhkS0/s1600-h/IMG_3758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441875952734630898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S4VtWMJ88_I/AAAAAAAAA98/26Y_zcGhkS0/s320/IMG_3758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3767238663753825394-245503812401320214?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/245503812401320214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=245503812401320214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/245503812401320214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/245503812401320214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2010/02/fingerpainting.html' title='Fingerpainting'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S4VtWjce_AI/AAAAAAAAA-E/r2Ed1NzmR8U/s72-c/IMG_3759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-2751335675533845032</id><published>2010-02-03T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:53:18.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last weekend, we were snowed in and I couldn't have been happier.  I can't tell you the last time that we have spent even one full day in the house, so it was soooo nice to stay in.  We were out of town during the last snow, so this was Neely's first time to play in it and she LOVED it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S2j29vXU9fI/AAAAAAAAA90/xIrFxF8PEiU/s1600-h/IMG_3672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433864490969265650" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S2j29vXU9fI/AAAAAAAAA90/xIrFxF8PEiU/s320/IMG_3672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making snow angels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S2j29Oiij-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/10722D-5XM4/s1600-h/IMG_3676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433864482157924322" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S2j29Oiij-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/10722D-5XM4/s320/IMG_3676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked her if she liked the snow and she said "No, I love the snow."  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S2j28kPczKI/AAAAAAAAA9k/w1rleZwYrZs/s1600-h/IMG_3678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433864470803565730" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S2j28kPczKI/AAAAAAAAA9k/w1rleZwYrZs/s320/IMG_3678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neely has inherited my sweet tooth, so we always have some kind of dessert in the house.  Unfortunately, the one thing that I forgot to buy before the storm was a cake or brownie mix, so we made homemade sugar cookies.    She loves to lick the beaters...definitely her mama's child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S2j28ZMLxJI/AAAAAAAAA9c/16WXltRXpFI/s1600-h/IMG_3692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433864467837076626" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S2j28ZMLxJI/AAAAAAAAA9c/16WXltRXpFI/s320/IMG_3692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Neely's favorite part of the weekend....PIZZA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S2j28KaWsZI/AAAAAAAAA9U/i7hg3qBKZPc/s1600-h/IMG_3696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433864463869981074" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S2j28KaWsZI/AAAAAAAAA9U/i7hg3qBKZPc/s320/IMG_3696.JPG" 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/3767238663753825394-2751335675533845032?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2751335675533845032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=2751335675533845032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2751335675533845032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2751335675533845032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S2j29vXU9fI/AAAAAAAAA90/xIrFxF8PEiU/s72-c/IMG_3672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-2956842785899156794</id><published>2010-01-31T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:31:09.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy Day 6</title><content type='html'>This was one of Brad's favorite days!  As soon as we decided to go to Italy, I requested tickets for the New Year's Day Mass.  We are not Catholic, but I knew that it would be a neat experience.  And Brad would get to see the pope!  The service started at 10, so we got there at 8 so we could get in line and try to get a good seat.  This was St. Peter's Square (notice the lack of people). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GJRgfDxgI/AAAAAAAAA8k/WPTUu7OGBO4/s1600-h/IMG_3466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427269959829145090" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GJRgfDxgI/AAAAAAAAA8k/WPTUu7OGBO4/s320/IMG_3466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from our seats!  We got to sit directly on the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GJRevML0I/AAAAAAAAA8c/ABJMqRqy4ts/s1600-h/IMG_3495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427269959359934274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GJRevML0I/AAAAAAAAA8c/ABJMqRqy4ts/s320/IMG_3495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pope leaving mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GJQ6ClfeI/AAAAAAAAA8U/fUQMZ50zUVA/s1600-h/IMG_3548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427269949509172706" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GJQ6ClfeI/AAAAAAAAA8U/fUQMZ50zUVA/s320/IMG_3548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent the rest of the day visiting different churches.  I would guess that we saw 15 churches.  It was amazing how ornate they all were.&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/3767238663753825394-2956842785899156794?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2956842785899156794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=2956842785899156794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2956842785899156794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2956842785899156794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2010/01/italy-day-6.html' title='Italy Day 6'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GJRgfDxgI/AAAAAAAAA8k/WPTUu7OGBO4/s72-c/IMG_3466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-1168572634475696110</id><published>2010-01-31T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:25:16.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy Day 5</title><content type='html'>We were exhausted after our first few days, so we decided to sleep in our first day back in Rome.   We went to town and got our tickets to New Year's Day mass, ate lunch and then went to the Forum.  Now, looking back, I wish I would have read up on what I was looking at, but it was still interesting.  I am going to spare you the details on what is in the pictures--mostly because I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GHSnUcL9I/AAAAAAAAA8M/jSUKnRlWcBw/s1600-h/IMG_3412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427267779820269522" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GHSnUcL9I/AAAAAAAAA8M/jSUKnRlWcBw/s320/IMG_3412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GHSfKvolI/AAAAAAAAA8E/j1ZFywJBnV4/s1600-h/IMG_3419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427267777632117330" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GHSfKvolI/AAAAAAAAA8E/j1ZFywJBnV4/s320/IMG_3419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to the Colosseum.  Like I said before, I thought it was more impressive at night from the outside.  Brad was impressed that the basic structure is very similar to stadiums today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GHR988g6I/AAAAAAAAA78/6QP2ou-2qU0/s1600-h/IMG_3458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427267768715871138" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GHR988g6I/AAAAAAAAA78/6QP2ou-2qU0/s320/IMG_3458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GHRhIYRDI/AAAAAAAAA70/5-qdmN2FVQI/s1600-h/IMG_3461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427267760979199026" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GHRhIYRDI/AAAAAAAAA70/5-qdmN2FVQI/s320/IMG_3461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-1168572634475696110?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1168572634475696110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=1168572634475696110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1168572634475696110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1168572634475696110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2010/01/italy-day-5.html' title='Italy Day 5'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GHSnUcL9I/AAAAAAAAA8M/jSUKnRlWcBw/s72-c/IMG_3412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-8436055516573759108</id><published>2010-01-31T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:19:42.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy Day 4</title><content type='html'>We took a full day trip through the Tuscany countryside on our last day of Florence.  This was one of the more touristy things we did, but I am so glad we went.  It was nice to be on a bus and to get to see several places without lots of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stop on our trip was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Siena&lt;/span&gt;.  Here, we met a city guide who showed us the highlights of the city including the square where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palio&lt;/span&gt; horse race is held each year.  The city is beautiful and has beautiful churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GEd8g54wI/AAAAAAAAA7s/WV4fO3IEsvI/s1600-h/IMG_3305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427264675953369858" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GEd8g54wI/AAAAAAAAA7s/WV4fO3IEsvI/s320/IMG_3305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GEde8P-TI/AAAAAAAAA7k/kn_B0bcpqhk/s1600-h/IMG_3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427264668014999858" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GEde8P-TI/AAAAAAAAA7k/kn_B0bcpqhk/s320/IMG_3308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For lunch we stopped outside of San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gimignano&lt;/span&gt; at an organic farm and winery.  We had a wonderful 4 course meal.  We sat family-style and got to sit next to some mother-daughters that were having girl vacations.  They were so interesting &amp;amp; made me look forward to taking Neely places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GDUZ-zkdI/AAAAAAAAA7c/J5rXby74MbA/s1600-h/IMG_3357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427263412553093586" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GDUZ-zkdI/AAAAAAAAA7c/J5rXby74MbA/s320/IMG_3357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, we stopped at San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gimignano&lt;/span&gt; which was my favorite town.  It was my favorite small town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GDUIvyJXI/AAAAAAAAA7U/4xKReQV9vnw/s1600-h/IMG_3371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427263407926682994" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GDUIvyJXI/AAAAAAAAA7U/4xKReQV9vnw/s320/IMG_3371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of narrow, winding streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GDTiC4lwI/AAAAAAAAA7M/JE455BFOJME/s1600-h/IMG_3380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427263397537814274" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GDTiC4lwI/AAAAAAAAA7M/JE455BFOJME/s320/IMG_3380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GDTOEMejI/AAAAAAAAA7E/axTpYaRvoTw/s1600-h/IMG_3387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427263392174602802" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GDTOEMejI/AAAAAAAAA7E/axTpYaRvoTw/s320/IMG_3387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our last stop was Pisa.  You are now looking at all there is to do in Pisa.  The church there is beautiful (more impressive to me than the Leaning Tower).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GDSlBKouI/AAAAAAAAA68/kydfL-00QXo/s1600-h/IMG_3399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427263381156045538" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GDSlBKouI/AAAAAAAAA68/kydfL-00QXo/s320/IMG_3399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got back to Florence in the evening and took the train back to Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-8436055516573759108?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8436055516573759108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=8436055516573759108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8436055516573759108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8436055516573759108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2010/01/italy-day-4.html' title='Italy Day 4'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1GEd8g54wI/AAAAAAAAA7s/WV4fO3IEsvI/s72-c/IMG_3305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-6406967367053915820</id><published>2010-01-30T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:00:10.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy Day 3</title><content type='html'>We had a morning reservation to go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Accademia&lt;/span&gt; museum. This is the museum that holds David. It is an amazing sculpture in person, but there is not much more than that in the museum, so we were only there for about an hour. Afterwards, we went to the open market and did a little shopping. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1F_HfY3hEI/AAAAAAAAA60/FAIKEz4tQvk/s1600-h/IMG_3270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427258792619770946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1F_HfY3hEI/AAAAAAAAA60/FAIKEz4tQvk/s320/IMG_3270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went back to the Basilica of Santa Croce. Everyone that knows Brad knows that he LOVES famous people. Dead or Alive! This church is where the tombs of Michelangelo, Galileo, and Machiavelli are. Brad loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1F_G4pPz0I/AAAAAAAAA6s/vkehl1YR-mo/s1600-h/IMG_3282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427258782219489090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1F_G4pPz0I/AAAAAAAAA6s/vkehl1YR-mo/s320/IMG_3282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the famous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ponte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vecchio&lt;/span&gt; bridge. We did a little shopping in this area before we headed to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uffizi&lt;/span&gt; museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1F_GSEIWoI/AAAAAAAAA6k/B3EboyxwYr4/s1600-h/IMG_3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427258771863263874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1F_GSEIWoI/AAAAAAAAA6k/B3EboyxwYr4/s320/IMG_3288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1F_FzHr-wI/AAAAAAAAA6c/5htaU705TFQ/s1600-h/IMG_3294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427258763556682498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1F_FzHr-wI/AAAAAAAAA6c/5htaU705TFQ/s320/IMG_3294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We enjoyed the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;museum&lt;/span&gt;, but honestly had our fill of art for the trip after 2 museums in one day. We had dinner at another place that the B&amp;amp;B owner recommended. The pasta was the best I had the entire trip--it was ravioli with pears in it (weird but yummy). We had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grom&lt;/span&gt; which is all natural and all organic. It was one of my favorites!&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/3767238663753825394-6406967367053915820?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6406967367053915820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=6406967367053915820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6406967367053915820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6406967367053915820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2010/01/italy-day-3.html' title='Italy Day 3'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1F_HfY3hEI/AAAAAAAAA60/FAIKEz4tQvk/s72-c/IMG_3270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-301746164796689319</id><published>2010-01-30T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:47:53.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy Day 2</title><content type='html'>On Day 2, we got up early and headed to Florence for 3 days.  I had picked out our Bed and Breakfast off of Trip Advisor, so I was a little nervous since I didn't have a personal recommendation.  Well, I was worried for nothing because it was WONDERFUL.  Probably the best place I have ever stayed.  We stayed at La Dimora degli Angeli.  It was located in the very center of town--I couldn't have found a better location if I tried.  The owner met us and went through the city map and offered to make all of our dinner and museum reservations.  Perfect!  Here is our room.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FEy90lZYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/os4ugfy6hOE/s1600-h/IMG_3183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427194668337423746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FEy90lZYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/os4ugfy6hOE/s320/IMG_3183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the view from our room.  This is the Duomo, a huge church in the center of Florence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FEOX1wr-I/AAAAAAAAA6M/_v6smyMcuiA/s1600-h/IMG_3187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427194039666520034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FEOX1wr-I/AAAAAAAAA6M/_v6smyMcuiA/s320/IMG_3187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since we arrived on Monday, many of the attractions were closed, but it was such a nice day because we were able to relax.  We visited the Duomo and climbed to the top of the bell tower.  For those of you that know me, you know I don't exercise.  So, this was miserable for me.  By the time we got to the top, I was huffing and puffing and swore that I was about to have a heart attack.  But the view was great (except that it was overcast).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FEOI79WCI/AAAAAAAAA6E/ev--xiLPdvI/s1600-h/IMG_3221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427194035665983522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FEOI79WCI/AAAAAAAAA6E/ev--xiLPdvI/s320/IMG_3221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went down the street to a coffee shop that had a nice sitting area.  I don't drink coffee, so I ordered hot chocolate.  DELICIOUS!  It was like drinking hot fudge topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FENkkHLGI/AAAAAAAAA58/Q6K8vOH-iaQ/s1600-h/IMG_3226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427194025902287970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FENkkHLGI/AAAAAAAAA58/Q6K8vOH-iaQ/s320/IMG_3226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That night we went to dinner at Transcana's near the Basilica of Santa Croce.  The meal was wonderful and the service was great.  Here I am in the piazza in front of the church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FEM4HuYNI/AAAAAAAAA50/pWj4s36A7pE/s1600-h/IMG_3244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427194013972062418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FEM4HuYNI/AAAAAAAAA50/pWj4s36A7pE/s320/IMG_3244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After dinner we got gelato (as we did every day in Rome) and walked around the town.  Brad was excited to see Tusk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FEMa8m2tI/AAAAAAAAA5s/WOMytwt3WTM/s1600-h/IMG_3257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427194006140803794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FEMa8m2tI/AAAAAAAAA5s/WOMytwt3WTM/s320/IMG_3257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3767238663753825394-301746164796689319?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/301746164796689319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=301746164796689319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/301746164796689319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/301746164796689319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2010/01/italy-day-2.html' title='Italy Day 2'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FEy90lZYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/os4ugfy6hOE/s72-c/IMG_3183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-7912438767746807030</id><published>2010-01-30T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:15:18.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy Day 1</title><content type='html'>Since we've been snowed in the last couple of days, I've had plenty of time to upload pictures and get caught up on the blog. I know this is almost a month late, but I still want to post about it. I am going to post the days individually because I want to remember what we did and sometimes it all starts to blend together when I don't write it down. Please bear with me...I am not a history or an art person, so my descriptions will be simplistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the day after Christmas for our trip to Rome. This was the longest amount of time that we have ever left Neely so I was so sad the day we left. We are so thankful to my parents for watching her, because otherwise we would NEVER get to take a trip by ourselves. All along I had planned to sleep on the plane the entire way there so we could get a full day in when we arrived in Rome. Needless to say, neither one of us slept a wink on the plane. So we got to Rome and crashed for 4 hours before we hit the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December is usually very rainy &amp;amp; cold, so we were prepared for the worst, but we arrived in Rome to beautiful weather. Wasn't the sky beautiful the first night?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FBnAHuEjI/AAAAAAAAA5k/4bfcCDigfY0/s1600-h/IMG_3123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427191164261241394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FBnAHuEjI/AAAAAAAAA5k/4bfcCDigfY0/s320/IMG_3123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were lucky enough to visit during Christmas so the piazzas still had the Christmas trees up and all the churches had a nativity scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FBmtxByRI/AAAAAAAAA5c/pW3Rn09gSqM/s1600-h/IMG_3132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427191159334226194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FBmtxByRI/AAAAAAAAA5c/pW3Rn09gSqM/s320/IMG_3132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Largo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Torre Argentina. Basically this is an area they have excavated that was at one time a Roman Forum, then an 18&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century opera house and now a cat sanctuary. It is in the middle of town and has hundreds of cats wandering around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FBmdgPuRI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MuyDcsPmAZE/s1600-h/IMG_3135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427191154968869138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FBmdgPuRI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MuyDcsPmAZE/s320/IMG_3135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took an evening walking tour that night. It was so nice to see all the fountains, squares, and monuments lit up at night and it allowed us to get a great feel of the city. Here is Brad in front of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Trevi&lt;/span&gt; Fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FBlx5U8gI/AAAAAAAAA5M/ZnhFuLQFjqk/s1600-h/IMG_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427191143262908930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FBlx5U8gI/AAAAAAAAA5M/ZnhFuLQFjqk/s320/IMG_3165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Colosseum&lt;/span&gt; at night. I thought it was most impressive from the outside at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FBlj1FFjI/AAAAAAAAA5E/fiZcdbdegAY/s1600-h/IMG_3178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427191139486996018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FBlj1FFjI/AAAAAAAAA5E/fiZcdbdegAY/s320/IMG_3178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had 2 great meals our first day. We had lunch at La &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zucca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gialla&lt;/span&gt; and it was one of the best meals I had. Then we had dinner at a pizzeria that I can't remember the name of. We were exhausted after our first day, so after dinner we headed home! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-7912438767746807030?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7912438767746807030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=7912438767746807030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7912438767746807030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7912438767746807030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2010/01/italy-day-1.html' title='Italy Day 1'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S1FBnAHuEjI/AAAAAAAAA5k/4bfcCDigfY0/s72-c/IMG_3123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-2923528562442523779</id><published>2009-12-08T00:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:19:18.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Neely!</title><content type='html'>Saturday was Neely's second birthday.  I wasn't sure that she was quite old enough to understand the concept, but when I picked her up from school, she was saying, "I a birfday princess".  I think she got it.  Since we are having her party next week, I wanted to have a little celebration at the house for her actual birthday.  I put her gifts in the middle of the foyer so they would be the first thing she saw when she woke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sx34tjPR6TI/AAAAAAAAA44/0pk-L9PkuHM/s1600-h/IMG_2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412755788606335282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sx34tjPR6TI/AAAAAAAAA44/0pk-L9PkuHM/s320/IMG_2970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was so excited.  Presents!!!!  Balloons!!!  ELMO Cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sx34tdmxHgI/AAAAAAAAA4w/pbYWgJjzoqg/s1600-h/IMG_2971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412755787094236674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sx34tdmxHgI/AAAAAAAAA4w/pbYWgJjzoqg/s320/IMG_2971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somehow she knew how to blow the candles out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sx34s1gjrfI/AAAAAAAAA4o/6mZfG9om5WA/s1600-h/IMG_2976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412755776330771954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sx34s1gjrfI/AAAAAAAAA4o/6mZfG9om5WA/s320/IMG_2976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After we had our Birthday Breakfast of cupcakes, we left for Branson to go to Silver Dollar City.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so cold, but we all had fun.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Neely loved the Frosty the Snowman show and all the Christmas music.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sx34suT0syI/AAAAAAAAA4g/I6bZJTEnI1Q/s1600-h/IMG_2985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412755774398313250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sx34suT0syI/AAAAAAAAA4g/I6bZJTEnI1Q/s320/IMG_2985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sx34r-1ANwI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Jm0F-Q0aW1A/s1600-h/IMG_2986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412755761652578050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sx34r-1ANwI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Jm0F-Q0aW1A/s320/IMG_2986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-year highlights (so that I will remember)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* Neely is average in height and weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* She loves going to Mother’s Day Out—so much that she cries when she leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* She was just diagnosed with milk and egg allergies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* Her favorite drink now is Chocolate Soy Milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* She loves crackers, hot dogs, yogurt (soy), cheese (rice), and ice cream (soy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* She is a very independent player—she loves to do puzzles, magnet dolls, stacking blocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* She LOVES to dance and sing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She can sing the entire Barney song! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* She is definitely a momma's girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* She is speaking very well, using 4 word sentences.  When people ask me how many words she knows, my only response is "all of them".  It's amazing what she says!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* She has been on 7 trips (24 flights!) on planes--I think I was 25 before I had flown that much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;* She is still the best thing that ever happened to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We are having her party next weekend at Gymboree.  I let Neely choose what theme she wanted and she chose....Barney.  Of course.  I really wanted to have a monkey party because I had found (and bought) cute invitations and found a perfect cake and found lots of really cute ideas for decorations, food, and favors.  I showed Neely all the monkey stuff, and she said "Mommy, me no like Monkeys."  UGH.  So I have made a decision, to always let birthday parties be what Neely wants and not what I want.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So check back for pictures of next week's festivities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-2923528562442523779?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2923528562442523779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=2923528562442523779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2923528562442523779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2923528562442523779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-neely.html' title='Happy Birthday Neely!'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sx34tjPR6TI/AAAAAAAAA44/0pk-L9PkuHM/s72-c/IMG_2970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4938088258940182199</id><published>2009-09-10T14:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:12:07.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p3WMyuAmPA4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p3WMyuAmPA4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpjJ_f9z_k4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpjJ_f9z_k4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-4938088258940182199?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4938088258940182199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4938088258940182199' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4938088258940182199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4938088258940182199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/09/dancing-girl.html' title='Dancing Girl'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-90132386716804173</id><published>2009-08-31T22:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:36:36.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it get any sweeter than this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpyUM9-e0aI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/QF3E5HaPAqY/s1600-h/CIMG2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376335005689500066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpyUM9-e0aI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/QF3E5HaPAqY/s320/CIMG2489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every night, the last thing I do before I go to bed is to sneak in to Neely's room to make sure that she is okay. I always feel her back or chest and then pray for her. And every day, I think I love her more than the day before.  I know that I show her that I love her, but I don't think she will ever realize how much I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These feelings have really made me start thinking about my relationship with God.  As God's child, he feels the same way about me as I do about Neely.  He loves me more every day &amp;amp; I should be doing more in return.  Just like I want to have a deep, loving relationship with Neely and it would hurt me if she rejected time with me, God wants the same from me.  Honestly, there are days where it is easy for me to make excuses not to read my bible or do my quiet time, but thinking about that potential relationship that I am hurting motivates me to push away the excuses and do the things that I need to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-90132386716804173?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/90132386716804173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=90132386716804173' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/90132386716804173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/90132386716804173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/does-it-get-any-sweeter-than-this.html' title='Does it get any sweeter than this?'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpyUM9-e0aI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/QF3E5HaPAqY/s72-c/CIMG2489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-929651917194404309</id><published>2009-08-29T20:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:07:59.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School and Frisco Fest</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, Neely started her first day of Mother's Day Out at our church. She went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MDO&lt;/span&gt; last year, but went somewhere else. So, on the way I explained to Neely that we were going to church, but that was where she would be going to school too. As soon as she saw the church, she started yelling "SCHOOL, SCHOOL!" She was so excited! I was afraid that she might be nervous because she has a new teacher, but when we got in the building, she ran to her classroom and immediately climbed up on the chair and started doing a puzzle. No goodbye for me at all. I am really thankful that I have such an independent little girl, but sometimes it makes me sad that she adapts so easily and isn't very sad when I leave her. Is that crazy? Here is Neely before school:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpnZuOsCsSI/AAAAAAAAA4I/QuJCIWgMYTY/s1600-h/CIMG2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375567018483429666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpnZuOsCsSI/AAAAAAAAA4I/QuJCIWgMYTY/s320/CIMG2469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night, we went to Frisco Fest in Downtown Rogers. We have never been before &amp;amp; I have to say that it was very interesting. Not what I expected AT ALL. That said, it was a great people watching experience and we had a good time. Here is Neely at the Mobile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aquarium&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpnZtfsLocI/AAAAAAAAA4A/o5KTnj53pS8/s1600-h/CIMG2474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375567005867549122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpnZtfsLocI/AAAAAAAAA4A/o5KTnj53pS8/s320/CIMG2474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Neely watching the confetti shoot. She was very concerned. After everyone sprayed their confetti, Neely looked at me and said "trash" like she knew they shouldn't be putting paper everywhere. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpnZs5oo6aI/AAAAAAAAA34/QiTai3ySiCo/s1600-h/CIMG2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375566995652143522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpnZs5oo6aI/AAAAAAAAA34/QiTai3ySiCo/s320/CIMG2477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was also a band &amp;amp; Neely LOVES to dance. The picture below is of her "shaking it". She has always loved to dance and since I have absolutely no rhythm, I have always encouraged it. She starts out just bouncing with her knees &amp;amp; then if you remind her, she will "shake it", which means that she starts moving her arms. A few months ago, I told her to "drop it like it's hot" (I know, it must be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Blytheville&lt;/span&gt; coming out in me) and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;squatted&lt;/span&gt; down to the ground and danced. She makes me laugh so hard. I also realized that I didn't need to joke around about that or she would be doing that at Sunday School. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Luckily she didn't "drop it" at Frisco Fest. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpnZsFmpJcI/AAAAAAAAA3w/UfsA7ThyPqY/s1600-h/CIMG2482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375566981685126594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpnZsFmpJcI/AAAAAAAAA3w/UfsA7ThyPqY/s320/CIMG2482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-929651917194404309?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/929651917194404309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=929651917194404309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/929651917194404309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/929651917194404309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school-and-frisco-fest.html' title='First Day of School and Frisco Fest'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpnZuOsCsSI/AAAAAAAAA4I/QuJCIWgMYTY/s72-c/CIMG2469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-1596010100031765564</id><published>2009-08-25T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:42:45.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer</title><content type='html'>We wrapped up July with a trip to Washington DC.  Brad had a business trip planned, so I left Neely with my parents and went with him.  We had the best time!  While Brad worked during the day, I slept in &amp;amp; then met old friends that live in DC for lunch.  It was so relaxing.  I have been to DC several times before, so I felt no need to do a lot of touristy things.  I did go to the Newseum (SOOO interesting), the National Portrait Gallery (blah), and did a nighttime double decker bus tour (in the rain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the only picture that we took while we were there.  After we had finished dinner one night with Brad's co-workers, we were looking for something to do.  Last time I was in DC, I had been to this bar/patio at the top of the Washington Hotel that looked over the city &amp;amp; it was so pretty and fun, so I recommended it to the group.  Well, we got there and the hotel had been converted to a W hotel.  We went up to the rooftop &amp;amp; now instead of a laidback patio, it is a SWANK nightclub.  I can't tell you how old I felt.  I am so not hip.  So anyway, this is a picture looking out over the city, but you can't tell at all because my camera stinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374093813725455826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpSd2bS65dI/AAAAAAAAA3g/_tHY21R3b38/s320/CIMG2422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Once we got back from our trip, we met Neely's BFF Maddox for a playdate at the Botanical Garden.  I know that I have written this before, but the Botanical Garden is awesome.  Here are Maddox and Neely in the tree stump.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374093791652860546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpSd1JEZ0oI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/GcolOHe0vd8/s320/CIMG2449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpSd3JzVdnI/AAAAAAAAA3o/BjZnmuETaj0/s1600-h/CIMG2451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374093826209445490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpSd3JzVdnI/AAAAAAAAA3o/BjZnmuETaj0/s320/CIMG2451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpSd0muhSnI/AAAAAAAAA3I/wtfg9zeYnkU/s1600-h/CIMG2450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374093782434269810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpSd0muhSnI/AAAAAAAAA3I/wtfg9zeYnkU/s320/CIMG2450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-1596010100031765564?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1596010100031765564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=1596010100031765564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1596010100031765564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1596010100031765564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-summer.html' title='End of Summer'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpSd2bS65dI/AAAAAAAAA3g/_tHY21R3b38/s72-c/CIMG2422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-1808447074380441338</id><published>2009-08-25T14:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:20:39.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions, Tigers and Bears.  Oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took our first trip to the Gentry Drive-Thru Zoo a few weeks ago.  To be honest, I had very low expectations, but it was great!  Neely loved all the animals!  I thought that the drive-thru part was a little long--especially for a girl who got a large Dr. Pepper from Sonic on the way.   Neely loved how the animals would come right up to the windows!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpQ3tCMunoI/AAAAAAAAA3A/8eRKGEEEORA/s1600-h/CIMG2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373981502183743106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpQ3tCMunoI/AAAAAAAAA3A/8eRKGEEEORA/s320/CIMG2354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She wasn't too sure about the hogs.  They were pretty ugly and smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpQ3sSbkoJI/AAAAAAAAA24/Ho7mrmJgrdc/s1600-h/CIMG2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373981489361100946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpQ3sSbkoJI/AAAAAAAAA24/Ho7mrmJgrdc/s320/CIMG2356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She did LOVE the bunnies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpQ3rqjBd0I/AAAAAAAAA2w/MLAQH7f2r50/s1600-h/CIMG2362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373981478654932802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpQ3rqjBd0I/AAAAAAAAA2w/MLAQH7f2r50/s320/CIMG2362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would estimate that there were approximately 1000 ostriches there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpQ3rG2V5dI/AAAAAAAAA2o/usdlNiTzuYw/s1600-h/CIMG2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373981469072287186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpQ3rG2V5dI/AAAAAAAAA2o/usdlNiTzuYw/s320/CIMG2364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Telling us all about the birds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpQ3qQIFu0I/AAAAAAAAA2g/hNJDeDh4qdk/s1600-h/CIMG2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373981454382775106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpQ3qQIFu0I/AAAAAAAAA2g/hNJDeDh4qdk/s320/CIMG2365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-1808447074380441338?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1808447074380441338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=1808447074380441338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1808447074380441338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1808447074380441338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/lions-tigers-and-bears-oh-my.html' title='Lions, Tigers and Bears.  Oh my!'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SpQ3tCMunoI/AAAAAAAAA3A/8eRKGEEEORA/s72-c/CIMG2354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-1506629931217299790</id><published>2009-07-22T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:57:17.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Destin Beach Trip 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week, Neely and I went to Destin with my friend, Marlana, and her family. This was a last minute trip for us, but we were happy to go. The 10 hour trip went great--not one minute of crying either way! Neely loved the beach and the ocean--It was so crazy to me how fearless she was in the waves. I am just going to post a bunch of pictures, because there is not much to say. We spent our days eating, playing on the beach, and taking naps! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marlana and I couldn't believe how the years had changed us. We used to go to Destin and would lay on the beach and just read. Oh, how I would love to do that now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neely could have spent hours filling the buckets with sand... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfGbUXqy7I/AAAAAAAAA2E/JdERV5OiKes/s1600-h/CIMG2296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361472054034615218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfGbUXqy7I/AAAAAAAAA2E/JdERV5OiKes/s320/CIMG2296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfGa1OY5NI/AAAAAAAAA18/xw29ANnMgCQ/s1600-h/CIMG2298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361472045674194130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfGa1OY5NI/AAAAAAAAA18/xw29ANnMgCQ/s320/CIMG2298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfGaZl8oBI/AAAAAAAAA10/O8F6uBO9PGs/s1600-h/CIMG2300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361472038256812050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfGaZl8oBI/AAAAAAAAA10/O8F6uBO9PGs/s320/CIMG2300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neely &amp;amp; Marlana's oldest child, Hanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfGZ6kbQOI/AAAAAAAAA1s/sYLktk13WFU/s1600-h/CIMG2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361472029928931554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfGZ6kbQOI/AAAAAAAAA1s/sYLktk13WFU/s320/CIMG2303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfGZberSYI/AAAAAAAAA1k/WQaNed4Bjsw/s1600-h/CIMG2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361472021583317378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfGZberSYI/AAAAAAAAA1k/WQaNed4Bjsw/s320/CIMG2310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfDh0r0M_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/0QhC_JeYFHQ/s1600-h/CIMG2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361468867253384178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfDh0r0M_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/0QhC_JeYFHQ/s320/CIMG2313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfDhu42R5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/vADBayRxneU/s1600-h/CIMG2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361468865697433490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfDhu42R5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/vADBayRxneU/s320/CIMG2316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfDhE5DRYI/AAAAAAAAA1M/NsxwqH84beg/s1600-h/CIMG2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361468854423995778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfDhE5DRYI/AAAAAAAAA1M/NsxwqH84beg/s320/CIMG2318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfDgx5NCVI/AAAAAAAAA1E/XVEVnRtlyl4/s1600-h/CIMG2321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361468849324362066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfDgx5NCVI/AAAAAAAAA1E/XVEVnRtlyl4/s320/CIMG2321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfDgTnXD0I/AAAAAAAAA08/h3sLLuIrgzY/s1600-h/CIMG2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361468841196457794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfDgTnXD0I/AAAAAAAAA08/h3sLLuIrgzY/s320/CIMG2322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marlana and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmZqhdNusnI/AAAAAAAAA00/URMeZRE00w8/s1600-h/CIMG2330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361089529441596018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmZqhdNusnI/AAAAAAAAA00/URMeZRE00w8/s320/CIMG2330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some reason, Neely decided to be an awful eater last week. I think she had crackers and ketchup for dinner every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmZqg4cU6JI/AAAAAAAAA0s/6ZFEvjvZjcY/s1600-h/CIMG2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361089519570708626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmZqg4cU6JI/AAAAAAAAA0s/6ZFEvjvZjcY/s320/CIMG2332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmZqf-yPewI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KZWrLh9U_Qc/s1600-h/CIMG2339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361089504093371138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmZqf-yPewI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KZWrLh9U_Qc/s320/CIMG2339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmZqfiiYceI/AAAAAAAAA0U/UxN7Fzh6dYs/s1600-h/CIMG2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361089496510656994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmZqfiiYceI/AAAAAAAAA0U/UxN7Fzh6dYs/s320/CIMG2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-1506629931217299790?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1506629931217299790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=1506629931217299790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1506629931217299790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1506629931217299790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/destin-beach-trip-2009.html' title='Destin Beach Trip 2009'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmfGbUXqy7I/AAAAAAAAA2E/JdERV5OiKes/s72-c/CIMG2296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4421091394367975586</id><published>2009-07-18T20:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:16:39.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where we've been, what we've been doing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight will be the first night in 12 days that I will be sleeping in my own bed, and I am SO HAPPY.  Neely and I have had a fun 2 weeks, but I am glad to be home.  Let me just say once again how BLESSED I am to have such a good toddler (it hurts my soul not to write baby anymore).  This girl rode 26+ hours in the car and never once fussed.  I am dividing my post into two, because otherwise there would be picture overload!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, for the first part of our trip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Tuesday, Neely and I headed to Little Rock to stay with my aunt and uncle (can't believe I didn't get a picture of them) because we had Dora Explorer Live tickets for Wednesday morning.  We met my friends Lea and Leah from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blytheville&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; their 2 girls Emerson and Anna Claire.  Here we are waiting for Dora to begin.  I was really unsure if Neely would enjoy it for 2 reasons--1. because she is so young and 2. because she rarely watches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and has only seen Dora a couple of times.  But, she seemed to love it.  She sat on my lap and watched it for the entire show.  AMAZING.  I am positive that I have never seen her sit still for that long ever before!  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ9H2v4kKI/AAAAAAAAA0M/f0oWBcXtR2M/s1600-h/CIMG2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359984080433221794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ9H2v4kKI/AAAAAAAAA0M/f0oWBcXtR2M/s320/CIMG2245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Neely and Anna Claire.  Anna Claire is the SWEETEST little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ9HtzJoJI/AAAAAAAAA0E/API9w6ikJzQ/s1600-h/CIMG2249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359984078031003794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ9HtzJoJI/AAAAAAAAA0E/API9w6ikJzQ/s320/CIMG2249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is what Neely thinks about getting to the show early and having to wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ9HXC9lVI/AAAAAAAAAz8/5hHEfQ-qRDU/s1600-h/CIMG2252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359984071923307858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ9HXC9lVI/AAAAAAAAAz8/5hHEfQ-qRDU/s320/CIMG2252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;naptime&lt;/span&gt;, Neely and I decided to go explore at the Old Mill in North Little Rock.  This was right around the corner from where my family lived and was the perfect place for Neely to run out her energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359982766758768562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ77Y7fL7I/AAAAAAAAAzk/yWcQbIhzBKs/s320/CIMG2273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She loved climbing up all the stairs and over all the bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ778h_HKI/AAAAAAAAAz0/i5klA_ztL7A/s1600-h/CIMG2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359982776315485346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ778h_HKI/AAAAAAAAAz0/i5klA_ztL7A/s320/CIMG2261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And it was absolutely beautiful.  While we were there, a girl was getting her bridal pictures taken there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ77p0ikLI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ae73usk2jWo/s1600-h/CIMG2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359982771293032626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ77p0ikLI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ae73usk2jWo/s320/CIMG2268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Thursday, we met my friend, Angela, from high school and her two boys at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WonderPlace&lt;/span&gt;.  Neely loved it.  I so wish that we had something like this in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NWA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ77Nui6QI/AAAAAAAAAzc/CC-Ykg6blPQ/s1600-h/CIMG2278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359982763751696642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ77Nui6QI/AAAAAAAAAzc/CC-Ykg6blPQ/s320/CIMG2278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neely shopping in the pretend grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ76i4N5zI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Pm1pMf3j-ZM/s1600-h/CIMG2279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359982752249538354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ76i4N5zI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Pm1pMf3j-ZM/s320/CIMG2279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neely at the water table.  I had to remind her over and over again that she couldn't dump the water on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ512Ow_4I/AAAAAAAAAzM/Eev6OAY4M3Q/s1600-h/CIMG2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359980472521785218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ512Ow_4I/AAAAAAAAAzM/Eev6OAY4M3Q/s320/CIMG2280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still playing in the water table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ51SAPaKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Xz9kfdVD8CY/s1600-h/CIMG2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359980462797187234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ51SAPaKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Xz9kfdVD8CY/s320/CIMG2282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making some art--that I forgot to pick up before we left.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ51HCoFtI/AAAAAAAAAy8/nBNN86CWERA/s1600-h/CIMG2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359980459854403282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ51HCoFtI/AAAAAAAAAy8/nBNN86CWERA/s320/CIMG2287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are Neely and Blake.  He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ50_efFqI/AAAAAAAAAy0/4yj4oXZijQ4/s1600-h/CIMG2291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359980457823770274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ50_efFqI/AAAAAAAAAy0/4yj4oXZijQ4/s320/CIMG2291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WonderPlace&lt;/span&gt;, we went to the Purple Cow for lunch.  The kids loved their purple milkshakes and I enjoyed getting to catch up with Angela.  Here are all 3 kids--Blake, Neely, and Tucker.  Aren't they adorable? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ50gSmzJI/AAAAAAAAAys/o_VNuFQYfgg/s1600-h/CIMG2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359980449452444818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ50gSmzJI/AAAAAAAAAys/o_VNuFQYfgg/s320/CIMG2292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then on Friday we left for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Destin&lt;/span&gt;...hopefully, I will post about that tomorrow! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-4421091394367975586?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4421091394367975586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4421091394367975586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4421091394367975586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4421091394367975586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-weve-been-what-weve-been-doing.html' title='Where we&apos;ve been, what we&apos;ve been doing...'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SmJ9H2v4kKI/AAAAAAAAA0M/f0oWBcXtR2M/s72-c/CIMG2245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-2538154560348981571</id><published>2009-07-02T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:43:31.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.preshwebdesign.com/images/whereyoulivebutton.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am participating in &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/kellyskornerblog.com"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;'s Show Us Where You Live Friday again this week. This week's "room" is the yard/garage. There is absolutely no way that I would show you our garage, but I am really proud of our yard. When we moved into our house, I don't think Brad had ever even mowed a yard, but now he loves all the yard work. I'm not kidding. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here is the front of our house. Brad re-did the front yard last fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku2lE44xoI/AAAAAAAAAyg/d1bDr2ykbVA/s1600-h/CIMG2219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353573330143725186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku2lE44xoI/AAAAAAAAAyg/d1bDr2ykbVA/s320/CIMG2219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the tree on the left. It blooms white in the spring &amp;amp; then has berries in the fall &amp;amp; winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku2k_GknmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/AbR_UAZ3t24/s1600-h/CIMG2220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353573328590511714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku2k_GknmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/AbR_UAZ3t24/s320/CIMG2220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the golden barberries and the roses. We have these in almost all of our landscaping. They add great color and are almost no maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku2kkNAYwI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/eqr7tBXjohA/s1600-h/CIMG2221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353573321369740034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku2kkNAYwI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/eqr7tBXjohA/s320/CIMG2221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is the backyard coming in from the side yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku1k7qJOWI/AAAAAAAAAyI/hoewilB7WPk/s1600-h/CIMG2223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353572228154341730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku1k7qJOWI/AAAAAAAAAyI/hoewilB7WPk/s320/CIMG2223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again the golden barberries and roses--I wish they were blooming right now so you can see them. They turn completely red &amp;amp; are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku1kubGsSI/AAAAAAAAAyA/mksTKgV6uBo/s1600-h/CIMG2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353572224601600290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku1kubGsSI/AAAAAAAAAyA/mksTKgV6uBo/s320/CIMG2224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We use wavy petunias for a lot of the annual beds. These are so hearty and stand up the the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku1kB8SEjI/AAAAAAAAAx4/hItfZePIfqA/s1600-h/CIMG2225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353572212661162546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku1kB8SEjI/AAAAAAAAAx4/hItfZePIfqA/s320/CIMG2225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rock weighs 1400 pounds. When the stone company dropped it off at our house they put it in the front yard in the wet grass. I can't tell you how hard it was to get it back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku1j9E7B3I/AAAAAAAAAxw/xZZeTY1Ymfg/s1600-h/CIMG2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353572211355223922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku1j9E7B3I/AAAAAAAAAxw/xZZeTY1Ymfg/s320/CIMG2226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is the left side of the yard. The begonias haven't really started to spread yet. I think the heat is getting to them. By the fall, they will cover the whole area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku1jUYPgVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/vhIQ0gJKTGY/s1600-h/CIMG2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353572200430403922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku1jUYPgVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/vhIQ0gJKTGY/s320/CIMG2227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the left corner of the yard. I love that we always hear the sound of running water when we are in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SkuzjoVEZ-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/Dp6MdoAoJtY/s1600-h/CIMG2228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353570006762547170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SkuzjoVEZ-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/Dp6MdoAoJtY/s320/CIMG2228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the very left side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SkuzjFP4WaI/AAAAAAAAAxY/AJgZatFo8Ik/s1600-h/CIMG2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353569997345544610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SkuzjFP4WaI/AAAAAAAAAxY/AJgZatFo8Ik/s320/CIMG2229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking in from the side yard... The picture doesn't do it justice. The waterfall is running and there are lots of plants and fish in the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SkuzifadE4I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/9IgpamKHPLc/s1600-h/CIMG2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353569987189347202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SkuzifadE4I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/9IgpamKHPLc/s320/CIMG2231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is the other side yard. This is where Brad puts all the plants that we have had in the landscaping and didn't belong or just plants that he likes but that don't have a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SkuziANrfvI/AAAAAAAAAxI/PnZ3qqyKu18/s1600-h/CIMG2232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353569978814267122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SkuziANrfvI/AAAAAAAAAxI/PnZ3qqyKu18/s320/CIMG2232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More of the side yard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Skuzhk87b0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/WAsYWPNa_OI/s1600-h/CIMG2233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353569971496251202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Skuzhk87b0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/WAsYWPNa_OI/s320/CIMG2233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Neely's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;swingset&lt;/span&gt;. This caused MAJOR issues in our house. Brad did not want to have one, but Neely loves to swing and slide, and he can't say no. One of our friends gave us this because her son had grown out of it. I sanded and stained it during Neely's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;naptime&lt;/span&gt; and made the canopy. I think it turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Skuxdrp99YI/AAAAAAAAAw4/jP9RcKWD7rU/s1600-h/CIMG2234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353567705553040770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Skuxdrp99YI/AAAAAAAAAw4/jP9RcKWD7rU/s320/CIMG2234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We added a deck on our house this week this year &amp;amp; I am so happy how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SkuxdaO96MI/AAAAAAAAAww/E3lXdqeqyjc/s1600-h/CIMG2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353567700876388546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SkuxdaO96MI/AAAAAAAAAww/E3lXdqeqyjc/s320/CIMG2235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I knew exactly what I wanted--a 2 level deck with built-in seating and planter boxes. The guy who built it did a great job &amp;amp; I highly recommend him. I'll post his contact information on the bottom of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SkuxdJuWWII/AAAAAAAAAwo/57SUdWACaYc/s1600-h/CIMG2236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353567696444610690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SkuxdJuWWII/AAAAAAAAAwo/57SUdWACaYc/s320/CIMG2236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just another angle... I am in the process of making red covers for all the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SkuxcsE0eCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/v70JbSPwLnM/s1600-h/CIMG2237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353567688485795874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SkuxcsE0eCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/v70JbSPwLnM/s320/CIMG2237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope you've enjoyed my tour. I have to give credit where credit is due though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Brad has done ALL the manual labor and upkeep for the yard. I have not planted 1 flower nor watered one plant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. My cousin, Jonathan, has taught Brad all he knows about landscaping. He has worked on the design &amp;amp; plant selection for the entire yard. He is AWESOME. If you live in the San Diego area &amp;amp; would like him to do some yard design work...let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. The deck builder we used was Scott Helms. He is based in NW Arkansas &amp;amp; his phone # is 719-229-9816. Please tell him I referred you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-2538154560348981571?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2538154560348981571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=2538154560348981571' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2538154560348981571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2538154560348981571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/yard-tour.html' title='Yard Tour'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sku2lE44xoI/AAAAAAAAAyg/d1bDr2ykbVA/s72-c/CIMG2219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-7287082193780870164</id><published>2009-06-13T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:41:43.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First trip to Silver Dollar City</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SjQ5N_LrFBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/h0qvIGLdbCU/s1600-h/photo-703351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SjQ5N_LrFBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/h0qvIGLdbCU/s320/photo-703351.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346961570057098258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Neely and her friend Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-7287082193780870164?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7287082193780870164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=7287082193780870164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-3510094220747890403</id><published>2009-06-10T13:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:46:56.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Si__oOr4J7I/AAAAAAAAAwI/yHZtYRGF0TU/s1600-h/photo-716304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Si__oOr4J7I/AAAAAAAAAwI/yHZtYRGF0TU/s320/photo-716304.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345772349314049970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-3510094220747890403?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3510094220747890403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=3510094220747890403' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3510094220747890403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3510094220747890403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-days.html' title='Summer Days'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Si__oOr4J7I/AAAAAAAAAwI/yHZtYRGF0TU/s72-c/photo-716304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4401158975121641453</id><published>2009-05-27T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:18:11.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Captiva - Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided to start at the pool for Neely's first real day of vacation.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340509287872887890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sh1M5u9WfFI/AAAAAAAAAvc/HV0dE5Ip6EM/s320/CIMG1921.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our room is so convenient to all the fun stuff! After lathering Neely up in SFP 50, we went out and the pool was PACKED. But there were still chairs in the shade, so I was happy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340509294833647634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sh1M6I47QBI/AAAAAAAAAvs/8rrM1l1ZyZo/s320/CIMG1915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Neely absolutely LOVED the swimming pool. 2 of the 3 pools have beach entry, so Neely can walk in on her own and only go as deep as she wants. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340509280353964002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sh1M5S8sz-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/xcoOPCt2RW4/s320/CIMG1922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She also loved to jump into our arms in the deep end. I think we did this for HOURS on Sunday. Before lunch, we did a test run at the beach. She loved the sand but hated the ocean. She kept getting salt water in her eyes, and when she would go to rub them...more saltwater. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340509288963310530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sh1M5zBVA8I/AAAAAAAAAvk/2Njggpqpdyc/s320/CIMG1918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We stayed on the resort and ate at Holy Smokes BBQ for lunch. It was pretty good, and the prices were not outrageous. After naptime (Brad watched Neely so I could go to the pool alone), we all went back to the pool for a little bit, but Neely had enough. We went to the Blue Giraffe for Dinner. We do not recommend it. The food was just okay and the service was HORRIBLE. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340345053616784690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Shy3iCrXxTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/kE1GJWk0-8k/s320/CIMG1928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340345052119940002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Shy3h9Gfu6I/AAAAAAAAAu8/uyYkqeI46mo/s320/CIMG1930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I think it is our first bad experience in both times that we've been here. Of course, ice cream followed dinner. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340345042792828610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Shy3haWvTsI/AAAAAAAAAu0/jq8JUwoKmJc/s320/CIMG1933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This night, Neely would not go to bed in her crib, so she slept with me. She actually did great in the bed, but I just don't sleep as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340342128614013202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Shy03yMXeRI/AAAAAAAAAuc/W51Tj5VHJVs/s320/CIMG1943.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We decided that we would just go to the pool on Monday. She had so much fun, but by the end of the day, I think she was tired of it. The pool was great today because a lot of people had to leave to go back to school.  Neely had her first popsicle.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340509274847161138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sh1M4-bxqzI/AAAAAAAAAvM/_WVQTmxXEIs/s320/CIMG1926.JPG" border="0" /&gt; In between two of the pools they have a little area with sand and a bunch of sand toys and she LOVED that. We had lunch on property at Scoops and Slices...we were pleasantly surprised that it was pretty good. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340345037376164546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Shy3hGLTksI/AAAAAAAAAus/ZeD2Y5U_a94/s320/CIMG1937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Same afternoon routine--nap, then back to the pool. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340345034519249522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Shy3g7iKgnI/AAAAAAAAAuk/I9BCLk7BIGk/s320/CIMG1939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For dinner on Monday night, we took a trolley into Captiva and ate at The Bubble Room. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340342124758551586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Shy03j1JzCI/AAAAAAAAAuU/GtNx0oQfKCg/s320/CIMG1951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340342122329005250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Shy03ax53MI/AAAAAAAAAuM/DbWrGP5aFyc/s320/CIMG1956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340342112759571522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Shy023IX5EI/AAAAAAAAAuE/NYgD2oeLFNQ/s320/CIMG1957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340342107811104018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Shy02kskRRI/AAAAAAAAAt8/rD_SCU2VIJY/s320/CIMG1963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is one of Brad's favorites from last time &amp;amp; it did not disappoint. Neely loved the dessert. No ice cream tonight, because I thought it was what prevented Neely from sleeping. Well, it wasn't. She slept with me again on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided that we needed to take a day away from the sun. Neely is just so fair. And even though I am putting sunscreen on her every 30-45 minutes, she is still a little pink. We had our family pictures taken this morning &amp;amp; then we decided to go to Sanibel to rent bikes. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340339143721806722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShyyKCmm64I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Vm1lDgGdYnY/s320/CIMG1976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;First, we had lunch at The Over Easy Cafe. Yummy. We had been there before &amp;amp; it is so good. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340339133863861570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShyyJd4SnUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/l80x6fGBawI/s320/CIMG1978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, Brad and my ideas of riding bikes are TOTALLY different. I imagine riding for 15-20 minutes and stopping to get a coke, then riding 15-20 minutes and then stopping for ice cream (get the picture). Brad's idea is to ride non-stop for hours. Brad was leading &amp;amp; we rode 12 miles today!!! INSANE. Neely got to ride in a bike trailer, so she could be protected from the sun. It really was a lot of fun, but I am exhausted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340333580282814242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShytGNLY3yI/AAAAAAAAAtM/-ANNkE6CCXg/s320/CIMG1985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340339129512469026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShyyJNq1oiI/AAAAAAAAAtc/U6Xzsh4KtpQ/s320/CIMG1979.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here we are FINALLY getting our snack at Schnapper Hotts after riding FOREVER.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340333570961785330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShytFqdFQfI/AAAAAAAAAtE/BbELhnRN3nk/s320/CIMG1986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We rode the trolley back to Captiva tonight and ate at RC Otters. It was pretty good. We walked to the beach afterward and watched the sun set! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340333567113238114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShytFcHhFmI/AAAAAAAAAs8/vWdZSeVFkqg/s320/CIMG1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340333561545489522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShytFHYD_HI/AAAAAAAAAs0/FqtzIYGEngo/s320/CIMG2004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340330612756042866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShyqZeR31HI/AAAAAAAAAsk/SyQlRlqzaTE/s320/CIMG2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340330605311078658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShyqZCi2sQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/P8Gr9aS4HSk/s320/CIMG2015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340330600622380994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShyqYxE-18I/AAAAAAAAAsU/jGNoep9Lccs/s320/CIMG2026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340330596482627266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShyqYhp_NsI/AAAAAAAAAsM/FOu8JEDn1Yw/s320/CIMG2032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Neely actually really liked the beach and ocean this time &amp;amp; had such a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beach has a little play area and Neely went down by herself for the first time--What a big girl!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340330594016725842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShyqYYeEi1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/KyU-mG_r6EI/s320/CIMG2035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-4401158975121641453?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4401158975121641453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4401158975121641453' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4401158975121641453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4401158975121641453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/captiva-sunday-monday-and-tuesday.html' title='Captiva - Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sh1M5u9WfFI/AAAAAAAAAvc/HV0dE5Ip6EM/s72-c/CIMG1921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-6993998652490327577</id><published>2009-05-23T23:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:18:10.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I HEART Vacation</title><content type='html'>I never would have thought that I would blog on vacation, but you know me...if I don't do it now, it probably won't happen at all.  Sjnce everyone else is asleep and I am WIDE AWAKE, I thought I would do a not so quick recap of our first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it! For a little while this morning, I didn't think that was going to happen, but it did! We had a 7:45 flight out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XNA&lt;/span&gt; this morning, that didn't leave the gate until around 10! On that flight, we had a flight attendant that mentioned crashing no less than 10 times. Luckily, since Neely had been up since 5, she took a long nap &amp;amp; then I gave her a bag of M&amp;amp;Ms as a total bribe to be good the rest of the flight. We RAN through the Chicago airport to board immediately. This was a 2 3/4 hour flight, so I knew it might get rough. THEN, the plane stopped. We sat out on the runway for 20 minutes waiting for something to be fixed. THEN, we went back to the gate, to get it worked on some more. FINALLY, an hour later we were on our way! A long 3 hours later we were in the Fort Myers airport! (Neely did take another short nap, but I was too exhausted to enjoy it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Captiva&lt;/span&gt; for the week and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; excited to be here. For those that don't know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sanibel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Captiva&lt;/span&gt; are 2 small islands off southwest Florida and they are WONDERFUL. So quaint. No chain restaurants. No chain hotels. Bike paths all in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sanibel&lt;/span&gt; and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Captiva&lt;/span&gt;, we can just take our resort trolley. The beaches are known for shelling. I'll let you know later what I think about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Captiva&lt;/span&gt; beaches, I have been told that they are white sand, blue water.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339252864638918306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShjWMRrKHqI/AAAAAAAAAr8/mbx8SVuMUCc/s320/ourbeach%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Most of the island has homes and cottages that can be rented for the week. That is what we did last time and enjoyed it, but since we have Neely with us, we decided to stay at a resort with kids pools and activities. We are staying &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.southseas.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. So far it seems really nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are leaving the resort for dinner. &lt;strong&gt;Please&lt;/strong&gt; ignore how I look. I was so hungry, I just unpacked, changed clothes and was out the door. There's another good thing about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Captiva&lt;/span&gt;--you NEVER feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;underdressed&lt;/span&gt;. Last time I brought a whole bunch of really cute dresses &amp;amp; it was totally unnecessary. This time, I brought casual skirts and dressy shorts (if there's such a thing).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339243998340112146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShjOIMIy3xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ro1Ez-2wUGQ/s320/CIMG1894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Doc Ford's to eat. This was one place that Brad specifically requested. He reads (and I guess I do too) a series of books by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.randywaynewhite.com"&gt;Randy Wayne White.&lt;/a&gt; And this place was opened up by the author and it's name is based on the main character in his book. Here are Neely and Brad in front of the restaurant.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339246095889979010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShjQCSHp1oI/AAAAAAAAAr0/xsdy7aFZ8tQ/s320/CIMG1895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Neely was so happy to be here. She was either starving or just happy to be out of the airport!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339244006452839042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShjOIqXBQoI/AAAAAAAAArM/rd6IwrxPZRM/s320/CIMG1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Had Calamari for an appetizer and then we both got grilled fish sandwiches &amp;amp; they were WONDERFUL. I wish I could remember what type of fish or the seasonings &amp;amp; it would make it sound so much better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how Neely ate the entire time. One hand in the french fry basket and the other shoveling the rest of her food! We were so stuffed when we left!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339244009273302786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShjOI03eHwI/AAAAAAAAArU/5L0hDJjQqT8/s320/CIMG1900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, we decided it wouldn't be our first night on vacation if we didn't have ice cream. So we went to Scoops and Slices, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;resort's&lt;/span&gt; ice cream, candy, and pizza store. It is literally 20 steps from our room. As we walked over, Brad said, "This will not be good it being so close!" Neely was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; excited. She kept repeating "ice cream" over and over once we got in the car after dinner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, Dad, it's just a few steps away...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339245018948755842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShjPDmM24YI/AAAAAAAAArk/j5tLZDtVydo/s320/CIMG1904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Us after Scoops and Slices. Neely is covered in ice cream. Me, I skipped on ice cream, but still feel REALLY FAT from dinner.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339245025826355506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShjPD_0muTI/AAAAAAAAArs/7hCgJkdsjlM/s320/CIMG1908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mommy, please let me go to bed!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339244012485110450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShjOJA1OarI/AAAAAAAAArc/FX-bs8S3fb4/s320/CIMG1903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully, I'll post a couple more times while we're gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow, we are hitting the pool and beach. We have NO PLANS! Isn't that the best?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-6993998652490327577?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6993998652490327577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=6993998652490327577' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6993998652490327577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6993998652490327577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-heart-vacation.html' title='I HEART Vacation'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ShjWMRrKHqI/AAAAAAAAAr8/mbx8SVuMUCc/s72-c/ourbeach%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-1731598873955290385</id><published>2009-05-16T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:14:46.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Name and Answered Prayers</title><content type='html'>There is a name!  I am so excited--my friend, Emily, has named her baby Kathleen Bess, named after both of her grandmothers.  The baby is still doing well for being so small.  She has moved up a level in the NICU (which is a good thing).  The main thing that needs to happen to Baby Kat is that she grow bigger!  This is such an answered prayer.  Please continue to keep her on your prayer list.  This is such a wonderful family and I know they are ready to be back home together soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-1731598873955290385?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1731598873955290385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=1731598873955290385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1731598873955290385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1731598873955290385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/name-and-answered-prayers.html' title='A Name and Answered Prayers'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-8046730031203968259</id><published>2009-05-11T16:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:05:47.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><content type='html'>One of my best friends, Emily, delivered her baby girl (no name yet) today at 30 weeks.  The baby is 2 pounds, 14 ounces and 15 inches long.  Emily is doing fine, but the baby has a long road ahead of her.  Please pray that Emily and Guy (and Hutch and Meredith) will get the rest they need and that the baby will get stronger and bigger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-8046730031203968259?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8046730031203968259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=8046730031203968259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8046730031203968259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8046730031203968259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-8445121631916329652</id><published>2009-05-08T17:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:10:30.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Tuesday, Neely and I met Brad and his co-workers at Fast Lanes for a charity bowling tournament.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgS0trsX5GI/AAAAAAAAAqk/L1WUBrWFqg0/s1600-h/CIMG1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333586555629462626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgS0trsX5GI/AAAAAAAAAqk/L1WUBrWFqg0/s320/CIMG1829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the highlight of Neely's trip.  She could have stood there all night long without putting any money in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgS0tdBNZtI/AAAAAAAAAqc/29nsrSRXeVM/s1600-h/CIMG1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333586551690323666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgS0tdBNZtI/AAAAAAAAAqc/29nsrSRXeVM/s320/CIMG1827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, maybe this was the highlight of the night.  The girl loves her food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgS0swOjQLI/AAAAAAAAAqM/wyMFHlU44bQ/s1600-h/CIMG1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333586539666686130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgS0swOjQLI/AAAAAAAAAqM/wyMFHlU44bQ/s320/CIMG1823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-8445121631916329652?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8445121631916329652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=8445121631916329652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8445121631916329652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8445121631916329652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgS0trsX5GI/AAAAAAAAAqk/L1WUBrWFqg0/s72-c/CIMG1829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-2271596415944848004</id><published>2009-05-07T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:39:27.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Room Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.preshwebdesign.com/images/whereyoulivebutton.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again this week, I am participating in Kelly's Show Us Where You Live Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my living room! This is probably my favorite room in my house &amp;amp; where I spend a majority of my time. These pictures show a rare moment when it is not covered with toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the entry way. I love this table--it is one of the first things I bought for the house when we got married. It was originally brown with a deer painted on the top and I got it so cheap at a discount store in my hometown. This was probably the first piece of furniture I painted and I loved how it turned out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332452092373863730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCs7Ou7jTI/AAAAAAAAApo/oyffsMys4dk/s320/CIMG1787.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here is the living room from the entry way. I have 12 foot celings in the main rooms of my house &amp;amp; I love them. I think it makes it feel so open! I used to have all my furniture in straight lines, but now that it is all on angles, I LOVE IT!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332450460001395330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCrcNrAYoI/AAAAAAAAAow/b5GI8D2sKxM/s320/CIMG1743.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I think it is really important to have art that you love in your house. On every trip we go on, I try to buy a new piece of artwork. This is a fabric wall hanging that we got on our trip to Egypt.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCs6ziweqI/AAAAAAAAApg/TcM5HZHEAPc/s1600-h/CIMG1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332452085075049122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCs6ziweqI/AAAAAAAAApg/TcM5HZHEAPc/s320/CIMG1750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my tree in the corner. Luckily it is fake, so I can't kill it! It's really hard to find big objects that add height, so I think this is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCs6tEGIZI/AAAAAAAAApY/-kiS7cOA-xE/s1600-h/CIMG1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332452083335831954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCs6tEGIZI/AAAAAAAAApY/-kiS7cOA-xE/s320/CIMG1749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are now looking at where I spend most of my time. Usually the ottoman is pressed up against the chair so I can have my laptop, a book, and the remote control right beside me. :) I think we are one of the only people in the world with a big TV still. Brad bought this TV cabinet and TV before we were married and I just can't get rid of it until it goes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCrdD9Ud8I/AAAAAAAAApQ/e93V08Sl4Us/s1600-h/CIMG1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332450474573723586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCrdD9Ud8I/AAAAAAAAApQ/e93V08Sl4Us/s320/CIMG1748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going in to the kitchen. The artwork above the fireplace was painted by one of my best friends for my wedding present. Of course, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCrdHyhweI/AAAAAAAAApI/HL_WNoMn234/s1600-h/CIMG1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332450475602199010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCrdHyhweI/AAAAAAAAApI/HL_WNoMn234/s320/CIMG1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just another angle... I made the curtains myself (kind of). I bought 10 ft silk panels &amp;amp; then added the fabric and trim to them. I love how they turned out and saved about $100 a panel doing this myself. It was so easy and anyone can do it--you don't even have to be able to sew!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCrcVJzF_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/KnVaJjoZ6Hk/s1600-h/CIMG1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332450462009595890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCrcVJzF_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/KnVaJjoZ6Hk/s320/CIMG1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed!&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/3767238663753825394-2271596415944848004?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2271596415944848004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=2271596415944848004' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2271596415944848004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2271596415944848004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/living-room-tour.html' title='Living Room Tour'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCs7Ou7jTI/AAAAAAAAApo/oyffsMys4dk/s72-c/CIMG1787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-6939139370237111840</id><published>2009-05-07T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:16:43.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE Pigtails!</title><content type='html'>From the moment I found out I was having a girl, I could picture one thing...PIGTAILS!  I can't think of anything cuter!  Neely's hair has finally gotten long enough to put in some pigtails, and I am so happy.  Now, I just need to start buying some double bows.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333176173758660402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgM_eUF2PzI/AAAAAAAAAp8/QsOYiY5E280/s320/CIMG1816.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I bought Neely a little patio set for outside, but since the weather has been so nasty, I put it together and have been letting her play with it inside.  She absolutely loves it.  I swear she moves the table and chairs around about a hundred times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgM_eLrlV2I/AAAAAAAAAp0/DbIMxlD_Fj4/s1600-h/CIMG1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333176171501016930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgM_eLrlV2I/AAAAAAAAAp0/DbIMxlD_Fj4/s320/CIMG1799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am usually pretty strict with Neely about the food she eats, but she got to try cheese puffs for the first time last week at playgroup &amp;amp; now she is obsessed.  I just need to throw the bag away...  I have the bag in the pantry and accidentally left the door open &amp;amp; this is what I found.    &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333176177289594722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgM_ehPsB2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/odkY1IQMntM/s320/CIMG1807.JPG" border="0" /&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/3767238663753825394-6939139370237111840?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6939139370237111840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=6939139370237111840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6939139370237111840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6939139370237111840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-pigtails.html' title='I LOVE Pigtails!'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgM_eUF2PzI/AAAAAAAAAp8/QsOYiY5E280/s72-c/CIMG1816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-3430308119650304300</id><published>2009-05-05T13:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:24:52.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdate with Emerson (still catching up)</title><content type='html'>I think this will be the last of my catch up posts.  While we were in Blytheville for Easter, we had a couple of fun playdates with &lt;a href="http://speightfamilyhappenings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lea&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Emerson.  Emerson is a few months older than Neely &amp;amp; I know they would be good friends if we lived closer.  Neely LOVED Emerson's cars.  Luckily her Mimi bought her one of these 4-wheelers after she loved it so much at the playdate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCPTcCIktI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Kt9maODNk_s/s1600-h/CIMG1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332419522912096978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCPTcCIktI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Kt9maODNk_s/s320/CIMG1640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a little girl talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCLKu-rpeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/k3FH9tq8ESA/s1600-h/CIMG1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332414975332558306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCLKu-rpeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/k3FH9tq8ESA/s320/CIMG1641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sharing some secrets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCLKaUM72I/AAAAAAAAAoI/YkLXTmA5Gk8/s1600-h/CIMG1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332414969785675618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCLKaUM72I/AAAAAAAAAoI/YkLXTmA5Gk8/s320/CIMG1646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going for a ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCLKO7W5TI/AAAAAAAAAoA/k14arB3PfAM/s1600-h/CIMG1648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332414966728680754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCLKO7W5TI/AAAAAAAAAoA/k14arB3PfAM/s320/CIMG1648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of Lea's neighbors hid Easter eggs for the kids on the golf course.  Neely had fun picking up eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCLJ261TvI/AAAAAAAAAn4/72URviIY08Q/s1600-h/CIMG1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332414960284028658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCLJ261TvI/AAAAAAAAAn4/72URviIY08Q/s320/CIMG1651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for having us over--we had such a good time!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to see you next time we're in Blytheville!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-3430308119650304300?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3430308119650304300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=3430308119650304300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3430308119650304300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3430308119650304300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/playdate-with-emerson-still-catching-up.html' title='Playdate with Emerson (still catching up)'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SgCPTcCIktI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Kt9maODNk_s/s72-c/CIMG1640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4551997911819467074</id><published>2009-05-04T13:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:22:11.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Pictures (a little late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neely racked up stuff from the Easter Bunny this year.  The Easter basket on the left is from her Mimi and Poppa and the one on the right was from us.  The eggs all had candy in them.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf8w94v9xsI/AAAAAAAAAno/A3driP39QIU/s1600-h/CIMG1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332034323593676482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf8w94v9xsI/AAAAAAAAAno/A3driP39QIU/s320/CIMG1655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had planned on giving Neely her baskets after church, but she found them before we left.  She was so excited by the eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf8wfNGYfVI/AAAAAAAAAng/R48DC-uXpus/s1600-h/CIMG1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332033796480466258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf8wfNGYfVI/AAAAAAAAAng/R48DC-uXpus/s320/CIMG1659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then she opened every single one of them--the girl loves her chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf8weyVIZTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/JwsRyErOLd0/s1600-h/CIMG1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332033789294568754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf8weyVIZTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/JwsRyErOLd0/s320/CIMG1664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neely LOVES Elmo (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Melmo&lt;/span&gt; as she calls him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf8wekNYm9I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/L-qKwMYqOQw/s1600-h/CIMG1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332033785503980498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf8wekNYm9I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/L-qKwMYqOQw/s320/CIMG1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also loves music.  She got a xylophone and a keyboard from Mimi and Poppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf8wemCLS1I/AAAAAAAAAnI/cmZBXqDkXgI/s1600-h/CIMG1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332033785993841490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf8wemCLS1I/AAAAAAAAAnI/cmZBXqDkXgI/s320/CIMG1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And our family picture after church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf8weVBrS1I/AAAAAAAAAnA/kKG2OdzBsa4/s1600-h/CIMG1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332033781428341586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf8weVBrS1I/AAAAAAAAAnA/kKG2OdzBsa4/s320/CIMG1686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-4551997911819467074?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4551997911819467074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4551997911819467074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4551997911819467074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4551997911819467074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/easter-pictures-little-late.html' title='Easter Pictures (a little late)'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf8w94v9xsI/AAAAAAAAAno/A3driP39QIU/s72-c/CIMG1655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-936712927225885547</id><published>2009-05-03T13:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:27:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Auburn</title><content type='html'>The week after Easter, Neely and I went to Auburn to visit one of my best friends, Emily!  Emily and I met when I was in the MBA program and she worked in the MBA office.  Then, her husband, Guy, &amp;amp; I were office mates when I was in the PhD program.  After that, she started in the MBA program with Brad &amp;amp; she is the one that introduced us.  We also lived across the street from each other.  So long story short...we have a lot of history.  It's hard to believe that 5 years later, she has 2 kids &amp;amp; 1 on the way and I have a kid.  We laughed a lot about how times had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emily and her oldest child, Meredith, came to pick us up at the airport.  We had a super yummy meal at the Cracker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barrel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331673069186760482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf3oaHNkvyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/kNWyn6KIBrA/s320/CIMG1695.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Em and Guy have the best backyard--a big swing set &amp;amp; lots of trees.  Neely definitely realized how fun it was outside this week.  The weather was perfect, so we were able to eat outside a lot! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331673072496751234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf3oaTivMoI/AAAAAAAAAmA/97veWCchQAs/s320/CIMG1702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Neely was so happy about her new friends.  Please ignore her crazy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331673083898552498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf3oa-BI4LI/AAAAAAAAAmI/o3z9EZpAJJs/s320/CIMG1706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All 3 kids.  They look thrilled!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331673085470942290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf3obD4BpFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/RSrLIj2zjMY/s320/CIMG1713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The only pictures of the adults that we took all week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the girls--don't they look cute in their matching dresses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331673092596899634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf3obea_HzI/AAAAAAAAAmY/hE94aTBY6qA/s320/CIMG1719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Neely and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf3q40jkkWI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Ijv2rtjWDqs/s1600-h/CIMG1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331675795777950050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf3q40jkkWI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Ijv2rtjWDqs/s320/CIMG1724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guy, Hutch, Emily, and Meredith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf3q4rCRZGI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Tgg7xOc53ak/s1600-h/CIMG1723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331675793222362210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf3q4rCRZGI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Tgg7xOc53ak/s320/CIMG1723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guy is seriously the best cook EVER.  I can't tell you how many meals he cooked me when they lived in Fayetteville.  It was nice to have my personal chef back.  On our last night there he made a great meal--ribs, baked beans, potato salad, and a Paula Dean pound cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331675800081418002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf3q5ElmRxI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AbJHI-1exCo/s320/CIMG1732.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;And then our week was over.  It seems like it passed in a minute.  Here's Neely saying goodbye to the Atlanta airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331675804193123154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf3q5T5561I/AAAAAAAAAm4/D1hrfUW8rNY/s320/CIMG1736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thanks for having us!  We had a GREAT time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-936712927225885547?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/936712927225885547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=936712927225885547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/936712927225885547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/936712927225885547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-to-auburn.html' title='Trip to Auburn'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sf3oaHNkvyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/kNWyn6KIBrA/s72-c/CIMG1695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-234064904670837370</id><published>2009-05-02T15:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:03:56.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Outside</title><content type='html'>Once again, I wonder if Neely is really my child.  Anyone that knows me knows that I am not an outdoor girl.  I'm okay with just sitting outside with a glass of sweet tea, but anything more than that and I am out.  Brad loves working outdoors &amp;amp; Neely does too.  Since I knew Brad would be putting in the annuals, I got Neely a little shovel and cultivator (which she calls her fork and spoon).  She has spent HOURS working in the flower beds with him.  She just shovels and shovels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfyzJdAUWCI/AAAAAAAAAlg/C1E6_oY_73A/s1600-h/CIMG1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331333033885980706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfyzJdAUWCI/AAAAAAAAAlg/C1E6_oY_73A/s320/CIMG1754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She really enjoyed pulling up the pansies!  We are having a little trouble with her wanting to pull up the new flowers now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfyzJNs3ppI/AAAAAAAAAlY/BF7jHh8DvYs/s1600-h/CIMG1753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331333029777876626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfyzJNs3ppI/AAAAAAAAAlY/BF7jHh8DvYs/s320/CIMG1753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another one of her favorite things to do is feed the fish.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331333031632363250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfyzJUnA3vI/AAAAAAAAAlo/dE4cE-DBVBc/s320/CIMG1761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Almost every day the first thing she says when Brad gets home is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331333034918730050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfyzJg2i2UI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UNSezNQwtI4/s320/CIMG1762.JPG" border="0" /&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/3767238663753825394-234064904670837370?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/234064904670837370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=234064904670837370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/234064904670837370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/234064904670837370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/working-outside.html' title='Working Outside'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfyzJdAUWCI/AAAAAAAAAlg/C1E6_oY_73A/s72-c/CIMG1754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-6696690696304202983</id><published>2009-05-01T09:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:50:30.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdate at Different Strokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday, we met our friends Amy and Maddox for a playdate. We had decided to paint pottery at Different Strokes at 10. When we got there, the lights were off and the doors were locked. Since it was pretty outside &amp;amp; there was a little area outside, we decided to wait. Maddox and Neely played so well together!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330862456032483826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfsHKN5IWfI/AAAAAAAAAkY/9dl_MAF5BMA/s320/CIMG1768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At 11:00, there was still no one there...the kids kept looking in the windows wondering why we couldn't go in! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330862464401675874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfsHKtEgFmI/AAAAAAAAAko/U5URZNIbdPg/s320/CIMG1775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to eat lunch at McAlisters &amp;amp; by the time we were finished, they were open! Neely painted some presents for her grandmas for Mother's Day. She enjoyed painting for about 5 minutes, but after that not so much.  I will be sure to post some pictures of the finished product when we get them back.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330867265857491698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfsLiL4xkvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/BJT4xEl4Btk/s320/CIMG1779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Before we left, Neely and Maddox gave each other some love.  Aren't they cute?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330865031947062434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfsJgJ7BjKI/AAAAAAAAAlI/cq73sq5PcR4/s320/CIMG1786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-6696690696304202983?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6696690696304202983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=6696690696304202983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6696690696304202983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6696690696304202983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/playdate-at-different-strokes.html' title='Playdate at Different Strokes'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfsHKN5IWfI/AAAAAAAAAkY/9dl_MAF5BMA/s72-c/CIMG1768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-6234526018329354819</id><published>2009-04-30T23:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:17:39.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.kellyskornerblog.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330858581336978642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfsDorhu9NI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PsKe5uqjdb8/s320/website_cartoon_house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt; is hosting Show Us Where You Live Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost didn't do this, because my kitchen is my least favorite part of my home. I never know how to decorate it. But maybe I'll get some helpful ideas from the comments. Fruits and vegetables just aren't my thing. And decorating with animals (cows, pigs, roosters, etc.) are out because I can't decorate with an object that I eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is my kitchen. I think it is a good size and I love my countertops and my cabinets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330855807423274642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfsBHN5K3pI/AAAAAAAAAjw/E6fAXvoNR2Y/s320/CIMG1798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What I don't love is all that space at the top of the cabinets. I have 12' celings, so it just seems like a huge blank boring space. I have NO IDEA what to put up there. I threw those vases up there so they wouldn't break before I found a permanent place for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my fireplace in the kitchen. It makes it so cozy in the winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330858191507198354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfsDR_TEkZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HHQDysXk2K8/s320/CIMG1791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is the breakfast area that is off the kitchen. I love the fabrics on the curtains and the chair! I also love how the table is on the angle. I had it straight for years &amp;amp; someone turned it for me and what a difference it made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330858192897679746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfsDSEeloYI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NXjYpjK7Tvk/s320/CIMG1790.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoyed. I hope even more that you have ideas for the tops of my cabinets!&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/3767238663753825394-6234526018329354819?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6234526018329354819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=6234526018329354819' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6234526018329354819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6234526018329354819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/kitchen-tour.html' title='Kitchen Tour'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfsDorhu9NI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PsKe5uqjdb8/s72-c/website_cartoon_house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4640045037391958359</id><published>2009-04-30T18:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:56:15.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playgroup and Recipes</title><content type='html'>Today, I hosted playgroup at our house. As usual, the adults had a great time visiting and the kids had a great time playing hard. I think there were 9 moms and 11 kids--that was definitely the most kids we have ever had over and I think they had a lot of fun. Neely loved everyone being here, but she was exhausted when everyone left. Here are a few pictures from today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The big kids playing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfovVBHTPYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hcIYNmP8ubo/s1600-h/CIMG1795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330625147069218178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfovVBHTPYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hcIYNmP8ubo/s320/CIMG1795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and eating lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfovVLCgvpI/AAAAAAAAAjg/CFS-OaAkOwY/s1600-h/CIMG1794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330625149733486226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfovVLCgvpI/AAAAAAAAAjg/CFS-OaAkOwY/s320/CIMG1794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Sarah Kate playing in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exersaucer&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfovU4Gr-uI/AAAAAAAAAjY/IC9sCPeDHkQ/s1600-h/CIMG1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330625144650726114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfovU4Gr-uI/AAAAAAAAAjY/IC9sCPeDHkQ/s320/CIMG1793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few of the adults...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that is the famous Kelly and Harper--I was so excited to get to meet her today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfovUoOBrLI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KS5N9uxb2Ko/s1600-h/CIMG1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330625140386540722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfovUoOBrLI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KS5N9uxb2Ko/s320/CIMG1792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the adults I made some yummy favorites and 1 new recipe--Poppy Seed Chicken, Sweet &amp;amp; Sour Green Beans, Grape Salad, Sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shubert&lt;/span&gt; Rolls and Della's Fudge Cake. It was the first time that I made Della's Fudge Cake, even though it's a old family recipe and the Grape Salad. I am addicted to the Grape Salad after having it in a restaurant when we went to Auburn. I have to say that I thought the sweets were delicious. Here are the 2 recipes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grape Salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 (8 oz.) cream cheese, softened &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3/4 cup granulated sugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 (8 oz.) carton sour cream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 tsp. Vanilla extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 pound green grapes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 pound red grapes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 cup brown sugar, packed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 cup pecans, chopped and toasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mix cream cheese and sugar, then combine sour cream and 1 teaspoon vanilla. Combine the two mixtures and add grapes. Combine brown sugar and nuts and sprinkle over top. Cover and chill 12 hours or 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Della's Fudge Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cake&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Measure into a mixing bowl the following ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 cups self rising flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put the following ingredients in a sauce pan and let come to a boil:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 stick margarine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/4 cup cocoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 cup oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 cup hot water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pour over dry ingredients and add 2 slightly beaten eggs and beat until well mixed. Then add 1/2 cup buttermilk, 1 tsp soda and 1 tsp cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bake at 350 until done in a sheet pan (I think this was about 20 minutes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Icing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Place the following in a saucepan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 stick margarine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 tbsp cocoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 tbsp buttermilk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After this comes to a boil, add 1 box powered sugar, 1 tsp vanilla and 1 cup chopped pecans. Mix well and spread over warm cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a lot of catching up to do, so get ready for a lot of posts in the next couple of days.&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/3767238663753825394-4640045037391958359?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4640045037391958359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4640045037391958359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4640045037391958359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4640045037391958359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/playgroup-and-recipes.html' title='Playgroup and Recipes'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SfovVBHTPYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hcIYNmP8ubo/s72-c/CIMG1795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-473226715022222661</id><published>2009-04-09T22:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:13:42.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A post without pictures...</title><content type='html'>So, I'm officially unemployed again.  Thank goodness.  I've neglected my blog.  I've neglected my house.  And dang it, I'm exhausted.  In December, my old company called &amp;amp; asked if I would be interested in doing some contract work for a couple months.  At that time, I thought, oh a couple months won't be too bad.  I can put Neely in a MDO program a couple days a week, I'll get to see my old friends at work, do work that I like and am good at, and get paid.  Sounds like a great deal!  Well, a 2 month project, stretched into almost four, long nights at the computer began, constant deadlines kept coming and I was so ready to be done.  So today was it.  I finished my project, turned in some reports and returned my computer.  About 15 minutes after I got home, a recruiter called to ask me if I had gotten "the itch" to start working again.  I told him that itch had been scratched...permanently.  So a long story, just to say... I am so glad to be at home again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I feel like a new woman, I have a new goal for my blog.  I am going to try to post 5x a week.  Yeah right, is what I am already thinking.  But, my friend, &lt;a href="http://speightfamilyhappenings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lea&lt;/a&gt;, does such a good job at daily postings, that I thought I'd give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we are going to my parents' house for the weekend.  Then Neely and I are going to Auburn to visit one of my best friends for a few days.  We haven't seen each other in 2 years and I CAN'T WAIT to see her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that I will have lots to blog about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-473226715022222661?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/473226715022222661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=473226715022222661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/473226715022222661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/473226715022222661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-without-pictures.html' title='A post without pictures...'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-1268756598113590832</id><published>2009-03-23T20:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:16:30.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Month Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thought I would share Neely's 15 month pictures.  She loved the bunny this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Scg0I3SK-uI/AAAAAAAAAjI/7DSiQNdouS8/s1600-h/100_5429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316556686994635490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Scg0I3SK-uI/AAAAAAAAAjI/7DSiQNdouS8/s320/100_5429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Scg0IcA6ZuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/CnltTL7KYZE/s1600-h/100_5431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316556679674488546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Scg0IcA6ZuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/CnltTL7KYZE/s320/100_5431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ScgzW811DfI/AAAAAAAAAi4/qNyDGd1BCqg/s1600-h/100_5457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316555829492911602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ScgzW811DfI/AAAAAAAAAi4/qNyDGd1BCqg/s320/100_5457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ScgzWo_KZOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/aSan3jFz774/s1600-h/100_5461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316555824163349730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ScgzWo_KZOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/aSan3jFz774/s320/100_5461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ScgzWdUosqI/AAAAAAAAAio/3YTj4CWGKGw/s1600-h/100_5491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316555821032190626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ScgzWdUosqI/AAAAAAAAAio/3YTj4CWGKGw/s320/100_5491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ScgzWLuTUwI/AAAAAAAAAig/u27R0jsDjkM/s1600-h/100_5498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316555816308003586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ScgzWLuTUwI/AAAAAAAAAig/u27R0jsDjkM/s320/100_5498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ScgzVkeK4zI/AAAAAAAAAiY/RpINBDa0N6w/s1600-h/100_5508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316555805771359026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ScgzVkeK4zI/AAAAAAAAAiY/RpINBDa0N6w/s320/100_5508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-1268756598113590832?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1268756598113590832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=1268756598113590832' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1268756598113590832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1268756598113590832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/03/15-month-pictures.html' title='15 Month Pictures'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Scg0I3SK-uI/AAAAAAAAAjI/7DSiQNdouS8/s72-c/100_5429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-2266279917985148568</id><published>2009-03-11T14:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:08:52.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who does Jesus love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total cuteness if you can handle hearing me say "That's Riiiiiiiiiiiight" eighty thousand times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c7f210686847741" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c7f210686847741%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330247471%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D171E9FA7C588FF335B3D130246C8E17E94036FF3.11C42A50FE51B93E077B922616783A7DEC772615%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c7f210686847741%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0hrfT0gFyCfJdA_TTY_UByAnDKg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c7f210686847741%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330247471%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D171E9FA7C588FF335B3D130246C8E17E94036FF3.11C42A50FE51B93E077B922616783A7DEC772615%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c7f210686847741%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0hrfT0gFyCfJdA_TTY_UByAnDKg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;** I just realized that the video and audio don't line up!  I promise that Neely points to her body part &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; I name it.  The cutest part is cut off--when I ask Neely who Jesus loves, she points to herself and says "me, me, me!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-2266279917985148568?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4c7f210686847741&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2266279917985148568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=2266279917985148568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2266279917985148568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2266279917985148568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-does-jesus-love.html' title='Who does Jesus love?'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-7272702708196196284</id><published>2009-03-04T13:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:39:04.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Girl</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we took Neely to get her 1st passport. She was very good &amp;amp; patient, except for when she had to get her picture taken. They had her stand in front of a white screen, but every time they took her picture she would reach her hand out for the camera. Then, they decided that she should lay down on the screen for the picture. YEAH RIGHT. By that time, she was screaming. Finally, after about 20 times, we got a decent picture. It is so funny to think that she will be using this passport when she is 5! Here are Brad and Neely at Post Office:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309424512771024098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sa7ddr135OI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fYTvfu70P0o/s320/CIMG1588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neely loves her Dora Car. She has been able to go backwards on it for months &amp;amp; she finally figured out how to make it go forward. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sa7dd6kVd5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Ry4VY8EvMuw/s1600-h/CIMG1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309424516723996562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sa7dd6kVd5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Ry4VY8EvMuw/s320/CIMG1592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neely can now point out most of her body parts. This is what she does when you ask her to show you her teeth. Isn't that cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sa7aEYrQcXI/AAAAAAAAAhs/2cBymGPEohg/s1600-h/CIMG1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309420779594609010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sa7aEYrQcXI/AAAAAAAAAhs/2cBymGPEohg/s320/CIMG1585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so, so glad that it is finally getting warm again! I plan on taking Neely to the park a bunch the next couple of days.&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/3767238663753825394-7272702708196196284?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7272702708196196284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=7272702708196196284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7272702708196196284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7272702708196196284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/03/travelling-girl.html' title='Traveling Girl'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/Sa7ddr135OI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fYTvfu70P0o/s72-c/CIMG1588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-2814219367061503725</id><published>2009-03-03T16:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:43:09.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking...Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Neely finally started walking about a month ago.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is really confident at it now &amp;amp; is walking all the time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;An exciting milestone, but it definitely makes things more difficult.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8d3bb6be3b7505fa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d3bb6be3b7505fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330247471%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30A4E2059D8C62B09B175A7CB80D0B0E62CEBB9C.1C41E4FB656B12175B1BCB9934FFE58942257EC8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d3bb6be3b7505fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCGL217MN_VzWEgmzD4uq3QSZkag&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d3bb6be3b7505fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330247471%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30A4E2059D8C62B09B175A7CB80D0B0E62CEBB9C.1C41E4FB656B12175B1BCB9934FFE58942257EC8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d3bb6be3b7505fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCGL217MN_VzWEgmzD4uq3QSZkag&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-2814219367061503725?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8d3bb6be3b7505fa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2814219367061503725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=2814219367061503725' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2814219367061503725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2814219367061503725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/03/walkingfinally.html' title='Walking...Finally'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-2907477058493658900</id><published>2009-02-22T23:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:47:27.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SaIzlHdwWdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/eIj8T2Gha4A/s1600-h/p90x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305860023747893714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SaIzlHdwWdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/eIj8T2Gha4A/s320/p90x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago, I was talking to my friend, Marlana, and we both decided that the only way we would ever consistently exercise or diet was if we would take pictures of ourselves and post them on the internet with our workout plan, so people could hold us accountable. Well that's a good theory, but I'm not quite ready for the world (or the 10 people that read this blog) to see by post-baby fat. What I am ready to do is to start a workout program again and post the details about what I did (or didn't do) and also what I am eating each day. So that all starts tomorrow. If there's not a post, please email me or comment me to remind me to get my tail in gear. (I will still continue to post adorable pictures of Neely!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE PROGRAM: P90X--google it ---Brad and I are both doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically it's all about muscle confusion. It's a workout a day that focuses on a certain part of your body. It also includes a nutrition guide that I am going to try to follow. Basically we will be eating balanced meals but not stuffing ourselves silly. Unfortunately carbs are limited for the first couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am super excited. My goal is to get back where I think I look good in a swimsuit. It is also to tone my midsection, hips, and thighs where I think all my fat goes. The one thing that I would really like to have are arms like Madonna's (random, I know.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me give you one warning though...this could be a complete failure. The most consecutive days that I have ever worked out is 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda&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/3767238663753825394-2907477058493658900?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2907477058493658900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=2907477058493658900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2907477058493658900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2907477058493658900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-months-ago-i-was-talking-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SaIzlHdwWdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/eIj8T2Gha4A/s72-c/p90x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-1548610286988722514</id><published>2009-02-04T17:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:20:25.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun day at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I've been slacking on taking pictures, I took a lot of pictures today.  We didn't have anything planned today &amp;amp; I had NOTHING that I needed to do out of the house, so we just played hard at home all day long.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299091469020012450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYonnYM9n6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/jEzdqZZpJNg/s320/CIMG1505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Neely loves her ride on Zebra. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299091480629520338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYonoDc4p9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/1mVzq1gyymo/s320/CIMG1513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just pulled the rocks out of the fireplace--a BIG NO NO!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299091486773427154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYonoaVtO9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/YipaRaSNkE4/s320/CIMG1509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She just got in trouble!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299091492704509922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYonowbyX-I/AAAAAAAAAgM/WoZq-QxCfQ0/s320/CIMG1518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And now resting after a long day of playing!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYonprpIWvI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rlCY0TLfdPg/s1600-h/CIMG1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299091508598168306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYonprpIWvI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rlCY0TLfdPg/s320/CIMG1517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When did you start putting blankets in the crib?  I have never done it until today, but her room was so chilly &amp;amp; she was having a hard time sleeping.  I am so paranoid about SIDS...&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/3767238663753825394-1548610286988722514?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1548610286988722514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=1548610286988722514' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1548610286988722514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1548610286988722514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-day-at-home.html' title='A fun day at home'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYonnYM9n6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/jEzdqZZpJNg/s72-c/CIMG1505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-8392395286012298830</id><published>2009-02-01T21:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:55:29.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>INSOMNIA</title><content type='html'>We have had a lazy today here at the Vestal house. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started back doing contract work a couple months ago, and ever since then I have not been able to sleep. I had this problem when I worked full time, but never imagined that it would come back just working a little bit a week. But, at 4:00 am this morning, I could have assured you, MY INSOMNIA IS BACK. I just can't seem to turn my mind off when it's time to go to bed. So, needless to say, I did not get up at 7 to go to church this morning. The 3 of us slept in &amp;amp; stayed in our pajamas all day. I only have a few more weeks until I am done working again &amp;amp; then I plan to stay unemployed for a LONG time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I was a blogging slacker around Christmas time &amp;amp; I have been a picture taking slacker the last few weeks, I thought I'd share some Christmas pictures:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298042074178732434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYZtMjx_QZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/5hq8ZnaajPE/s320/christmas08_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is Neely before our Christmas Eve Candlelight Service.  You can't see her cute dress, but at least you can see her adorable face!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298042077084944994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYZtMum4imI/AAAAAAAAAfk/NAShnSBTeI0/s320/christmas08_052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my favorite face.  Here she is with her 2 favorite toys from Christmas.  She loves her newborn Cabbage Patch Doll and she absolutely loves her "smart chair".  If you have a 1 year old, this is the best toy.  It is the perfect size &amp;amp; Neely can occupy herself for lots of time in it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298042074480582706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYZtMk59IDI/AAAAAAAAAfs/HZj6HwOWCgI/s320/christmas08_055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is with her favorite accessory--her red hat.  If you have ever watched her for me, you know that she loves this hat.  She carries it around, puts it on, takes it off...but don't try to take it away.  :)  I think it's really cute that she likes it right now, but it may get a little strange if she's wanting to wear it in July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-8392395286012298830?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8392395286012298830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=8392395286012298830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8392395286012298830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8392395286012298830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/02/insomnia.html' title='INSOMNIA'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYZtMjx_QZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/5hq8ZnaajPE/s72-c/christmas08_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-6242110585586032071</id><published>2009-01-31T23:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:29:59.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All kids walk in to kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;See this cute little girl right here:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYUxGpGxAcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/gLf39J2sOPs/s1600-h/CIMG1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297694526854463938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYUxGpGxAcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/gLf39J2sOPs/s320/CIMG1419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's about to be 14 months old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And NO, SHE'S NOT WALKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those are the answers to the first 2 questions that everyone seems to be asking us recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neely craws, cruises, walks behind her toys, walks holding onto my finger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;. So her not walking really doesn't bother me, except when so many people make it out to be a big deal. Someone actually told me that I should go ahead and take her to the doctor to see if her bones are developing. I told myself that I wasn't going to worry about it because kids all walk at different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason, tonight I got myself all worked up about it. So I went to my trusty friend, Google. Guess what? Babies walk at all ages--anywhere up to 18 months is normal. So, now I am back to my philosophy that all kids walk in to kindergarten.&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/3767238663753825394-6242110585586032071?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6242110585586032071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=6242110585586032071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6242110585586032071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6242110585586032071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-kids-walk-in-to-kindergarten.html' title='All kids walk in to kindergarten'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYUxGpGxAcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/gLf39J2sOPs/s72-c/CIMG1419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4896626663370428305</id><published>2009-01-30T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:48:51.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Day 2009</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I am so tired of Ice Storm 2009. We have been so lucky that we have not lost power, but Neely and I haven't left the house since Monday &amp;amp; we are about to go CRAZY. Brad was out of town until Wednesday night &amp;amp; to be honest, we were both dying for him to get home so we could see someone besides each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296942637606897346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYKFQ7YuBsI/AAAAAAAAAec/1SXi1xQ5zeA/s320/CIMG1496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not taken Neely outside to play in the snow because, to be honest, it was just ice. But yesterday, about 4 in the afternoon, I found her standing at the front window staring yelling "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII", "DOOOOOOOOOOOOG", "BALLLLLLLLLLLLLL". The kids in the neighborhood were out &amp;amp; Neely wanted to be out too. So, we both got bundled up to go play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296942646103465362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYKFRbCdXZI/AAAAAAAAAes/XdLro1X_MuI/s320/CIMG1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Neely loves wagons (and dogs). We are definitely going to have to get her one when spring comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYKFRoYsXMI/AAAAAAAAAe8/KFvcl_DmJnU/s1600-h/CIMG1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296942649686383810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYKFRoYsXMI/AAAAAAAAAe8/KFvcl_DmJnU/s320/CIMG1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The neighborhood girls pulled Neely around for a long time &amp;amp; she loved it! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297106744184612354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYMahMBzJgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/3hQbnh8-MwM/s320/CIMG1497.JPG" border="0" /&gt; She never really knew what to do when she was on the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297102061209359746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYMWQmlflYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/zVemLRgORWE/s320/CIMG1502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our neighborhood is almost completely flat, but somehow the kids have been sledding down the driveways. Here is Neely sledding with our neighbor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so glad it is the weekend. Hopefully, it will warm up so we can get out and about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-4896626663370428305?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4896626663370428305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4896626663370428305' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4896626663370428305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4896626663370428305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-day-2009.html' title='Ice Day 2009'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SYKFQ7YuBsI/AAAAAAAAAec/1SXi1xQ5zeA/s72-c/CIMG1496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4553279448983325866</id><published>2009-01-28T21:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:27:06.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things.</title><content type='html'>I have been procrastinating on doing a new blog post. I waited too long between posts and then just kept on procrastinating. So here's a post and maybe I'll start doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; thought since I spent 10 minutes on it, it needed more exposure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are 25 random things about me. If you haven't done this in a while, I tag you to do it on your own page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I am extremely obsessive compulsive. I NEVER leave the house without checking that the stove is off and that the iron is unplugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 I used to think I didn't want kids, but now that I have Neely, I can't imagine my life any different or any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 There are a lot of things about raising children that I said that I would never do (breastfeeding, being a stay at home mom, let the baby sleep with me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;.) and I did them all and am proud of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 I love my church. It is full of people who truly love the lord and are in constant service to help others. That, my friends, it the type of church you need to belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Grammatical errors drive me CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 I love to read. Everyone said that I wouldn't have time once I had a baby, but I read lots of books when she was eating and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 I love big family get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;togethers&lt;/span&gt;. I love all the parents, aunts, uncles &amp;amp; cousins all together in organized craziness.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 I am a chronic worrier. I don't just worry about myself, but for all the people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 I love being a stay at home mom more than anything. Sometimes I think I might not ever get another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. WAY TOO MUCH. I especially love all reality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, Grey's Anatomy, Bones, House, Private Practice, the list could go on &amp;amp; on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 I would go back and do college all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 I would NEVER go back to high school to do that over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 I have had freckles my entire life &amp;amp; always hated them until I became an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 For years, I got my hair cut and colored every 4 weeks. Now I am lucky to only get it cut 4 times a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 I believe every recipe could be a little better if you add either cream cheese or eagle brand milk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 The new hobby that I have begun working on again is sewing. I have so many plans for things I am going to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 I am so happy to have such wonderful parents. I hope in 25 years, Neely and I have the same type of relationship. Just without the teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 I am secretly scared to have a second child, because I think there is no way that I could love another child as much as I love Neely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 I would like to start exercising, but can never get motivated. I don't want to run a marathon, but I would like to be able to go up a flight of stairs without being winded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 I think having a few WONDERFUL friends is much better than having a hundred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt;. It makes me sad that most of my wonderful friends don't live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 We have 2 dogs that we got before we had Neely. I said that I would keep loving them the same after Neely came. I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 I love to travel. We did this a lot before we had Neely. Now, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 My biggest regret in life is not finishing my PhD. I am hoping to fix this someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 I am lucky to have found a husband who loves me despite all my inadequacies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 I love Jesus! I try to live life according to the bible, but to be honest, I struggle everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-4553279448983325866?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4553279448983325866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4553279448983325866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4553279448983325866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4553279448983325866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random Things.'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-5248884185093341883</id><published>2009-01-16T23:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:09:49.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/prayingforharpercopy.png" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;My heart is heavy tonight.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sweet Kelly had her baby today &amp;amp; had a hard delivery.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Harper was 9lb, 12oz, but has been diagnosed with pneumonia.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Harper is being flown to Tulsa tonight to get more specialized care.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Please pray for Harper, Kelly, and Scott as they go through this stressful time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-5248884185093341883?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5248884185093341883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=5248884185093341883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/5248884185093341883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/5248884185093341883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-6978342930537565565</id><published>2008-12-25T00:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:55:52.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Wonderful Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>Before you scroll down, let me warn you...there will be NO cute baby pictures in this post.  I didn't bring my cord home, so pictures will have to wait until we get back to NWA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we started our trip "home" to Blytheville.  This is a trip that on a good day takes 5 hours and 45 minutes.  Before we got to the tunnel on 540, traffic stopped and remained stopped.  Then it moved slowly for what seems like forever.  2 hours later we were finally on 40.  Already over an hour behind schedule.  5 looooong hours later we arrived home.  But, it's always good to be here.  (This morning in the paper it said that the bridges were iced over and they decided to call the salt trucks to spray them before they were going to let people drive on them.  I guess better safe than sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my mom and I braved the crowds at Wal-Mart and JC Penney to get a few last minute things (no gifts thank goodness).  These kind of shopping trips reinforce the fact that I am NEVER moving back to Blytheville.  IT IS AWFUL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our evening was WONDERFUL.  Tonight, we all went to the Candlelight Service at our church.  We have done this since I was a little girl and I always LOVE it.  Last year, Neely slept in her carrier the entire service.  This year was a little more eventful, but she did seem to enjoy it.  We need to work on not saying "bounce &amp;amp; bounce &amp;amp; bounce" every time music comes on.  Or yelling "BABY" every time she sees her red headed baby doll.  I kept her satisfied with milk and crackers and we made it through the service.  We came home, had dinner and opened presents.  I think this is the last year that she won't understand Santa at all, so we took advantage of that and opened them all tonight.  I can't explain how much stuff she got.  I think her favorite thing was the newborn Cabbage Patch Kid or the farm animal sound book.  I love to watch her learn new things so it should be fun watching her play with her new toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we go to my grandmother's for the big meal which is always wonderful.  We will also stop by my Great Aunt's (like a grandmother) house.  Neely is so lucky to have so many people that love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I won't be posting for a while.  Brad and I are taking our first vacation without Neely.  As excited as I am, I am still pretty sad.  I am going to miss that baby so much.  I know my parents will take good care of her while we are gone and that she will have lots of fun.  I promise to give a full report when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a WONDERFUL Christmas day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-6978342930537565565?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6978342930537565565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=6978342930537565565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6978342930537565565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6978342930537565565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The Most Wonderful Time of the Year'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-5038333551902771204</id><published>2008-12-21T14:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:39:50.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Biased At All - 1 Year Pictures</title><content type='html'>We got Neely's 1 year pictures back today &amp;amp; I have to say that she might be the cutest 1 year old little girl I know.  Not that I am biased or anything.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU61feOHV4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/P2A_tC2RQoI/s1600-h/100_1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282358965245007746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU61feOHV4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/P2A_tC2RQoI/s320/100_1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU61e2a38lI/AAAAAAAAAdw/F86MBKrr9Gk/s1600-h/100_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282358954561106514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU61e2a38lI/AAAAAAAAAdw/F86MBKrr9Gk/s320/100_1079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU61ehkPEDI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UR67gWlhKXo/s1600-h/100_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282358948963225650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU61ehkPEDI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UR67gWlhKXo/s320/100_1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU6r7WihDNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/2l5YBbkAjrg/s1600-h/100_1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282348449103154386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU6r7WihDNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/2l5YBbkAjrg/s320/100_1059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU6r7MVKNuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/EUJq5QKEVEg/s1600-h/100_1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282348446362777314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU6r7MVKNuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/EUJq5QKEVEg/s320/100_1043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU6r6esOhQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Nq879NaN7PI/s1600-h/100_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282348434111497474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU6r6esOhQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Nq879NaN7PI/s320/100_1042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU6r6PSjFjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FOpDW_VevIc/s1600-h/100_1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282348429977261618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU6r6PSjFjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FOpDW_VevIc/s320/100_1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU6r5pbkeZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HcOTDVR4wkc/s1600-h/100_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282348419814554002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU6r5pbkeZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HcOTDVR4wkc/s320/100_1006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-5038333551902771204?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5038333551902771204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=5038333551902771204' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/5038333551902771204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/5038333551902771204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-biased-at-all-1-year-pictures.html' title='Not Biased At All - 1 Year Pictures'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SU61feOHV4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/P2A_tC2RQoI/s72-c/100_1081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-3208686550640184140</id><published>2008-12-09T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:39:14.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver Aquarium and Children's Museum</title><content type='html'>Brad took Monday off so we could spend an extra day in Denver.  Our first stop was the aquarium.  Neely was really interested in the fish for about 5 minutes and then she couldn't have cared less.  It was a pretty small aquarium, but it was the perfect size for young kids.  Here is Neely with some tropical fish.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST34KkEpExI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Bs4WpKX6dqQ/s1600-h/CIMG1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277647198713615122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST34KkEpExI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Bs4WpKX6dqQ/s320/CIMG1337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of the time, all Neely wanted to do was reach over the tanks and try to touch the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST34KSiaFPI/AAAAAAAAAbY/SuSdWF0aNtA/s1600-h/CIMG1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277647194006623474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST34KSiaFPI/AAAAAAAAAbY/SuSdWF0aNtA/s320/CIMG1344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the aquarium, we went to the Children's Museum and she absolutely LOVED it.  Here she is in the firetruck with Brad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST34KF7v3QI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_u5Tmh-TzOY/s1600-h/CIMG1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277647190623247618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST34KF7v3QI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_u5Tmh-TzOY/s320/CIMG1378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had a special section for kids under 4.  Here she is on the fishing dock looking over the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST34Jdm0-qI/AAAAAAAAAbI/3JGzYWDc72I/s1600-h/CIMG1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277647179798084258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST34Jdm0-qI/AAAAAAAAAbI/3JGzYWDc72I/s320/CIMG1381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And climbing on some trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST32UILjnmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/J9UOsK8ODzQ/s1600-h/CIMG1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277645164001861218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST32UILjnmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/J9UOsK8ODzQ/s320/CIMG1384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And more climbing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST32Tc4AWVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/PQBxM1XwQ6M/s1600-h/CIMG1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277645152377133394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST32Tc4AWVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/PQBxM1XwQ6M/s320/CIMG1385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And rocking in the boat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST32S-zw9tI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5bIFzHXEzVc/s1600-h/CIMG1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277645144306284242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST32S-zw9tI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5bIFzHXEzVc/s320/CIMG1395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And pretending to be a vet...  Well maybe not pretending, but at least dressed up like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST32SV9ghWI/AAAAAAAAAao/TUjmFIu7oxc/s1600-h/CIMG1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277645133341295970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST32SV9ghWI/AAAAAAAAAao/TUjmFIu7oxc/s320/CIMG1397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And playing with the train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST32R-LfJ3I/AAAAAAAAAag/P2gej-Ab66M/s1600-h/CIMG1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277645126957475698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST32R-LfJ3I/AAAAAAAAAag/P2gej-Ab66M/s320/CIMG1402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And playing in the squirrel's nest?  Or at least that's what Brad called it.  I didn't even know that squirrels had nests.  He may have made that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST3yaufIbOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2pc2EyweZyc/s1600-h/CIMG1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277640879317216482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST3yaufIbOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2pc2EyweZyc/s320/CIMG1406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate at an old diner for lunch.  I had the BEST chicken fried steak.  Oh how I love fried food.  And obviously so does Neely.  I think she had a whole chicken strip and a handful of fries in her mouth in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST3yZ20zq1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GY4lKAsafGM/s1600-h/CIMG1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277640864375745362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST3yZ20zq1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GY4lKAsafGM/s320/CIMG1408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Late in the day, we drove south to Colorado Springs.  I think Pike's Peak is the mountain on the right, but I asked so many times and never really figured it out.  We also drove through the Garden of the Gods.  Neely slept through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST3yZlNBS-I/AAAAAAAAAaI/m2lymCJOM-k/s1600-h/CIMG1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277640859645463522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST3yZlNBS-I/AAAAAAAAAaI/m2lymCJOM-k/s320/CIMG1410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before we left, we had Neely's picture taken with Santa.  She was TERRIFIED.  Bless her heart--she was clinging to me the entire time.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST3yYq6LjcI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UK8fzUMjicw/s1600-h/CIMG1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277640843997187522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST3yYq6LjcI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UK8fzUMjicw/s320/CIMG1415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So now we are back home!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-3208686550640184140?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3208686550640184140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=3208686550640184140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3208686550640184140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3208686550640184140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/12/denver-aquarium-and-childrens-museum.html' title='Denver Aquarium and Children&apos;s Museum'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST34KkEpExI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Bs4WpKX6dqQ/s72-c/CIMG1337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-8145335354036233781</id><published>2008-12-09T09:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:57:51.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad's Christmas Party Weekend</title><content type='html'>Brad's company Christmas party was held this weekend in Denver, so we all left Friday afternoon (Neely's Birthday) to attend. Neely was SO good all weekend. We had an easy flight once again, but thank goodness it was direct. She only slept about 45 minutes, so she would have been restless if we had to go much longer. We had dinner at a tapas restaurant in Boulder. I am so proud of her for sitting through a 2 1/2 hour long meal! Here is the only picture I took on her birthday--this is Brad's boss &amp;amp; Neely. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST37gxZNBEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ngQrl0mVBts/s1600-h/CIMG1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277650878781523010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST37gxZNBEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ngQrl0mVBts/s320/CIMG1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the picture of the mountains from our hotel room. I have decided that I LOVE Colorado. I have practically packed my bags to move out there. If only housing were not 3 times the price here. OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST37gAsGk3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/at6ROST7ZSY/s1600-h/CIMG1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277650865707455346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST37gAsGk3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/at6ROST7ZSY/s320/CIMG1311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neely refused to sleep in the crib in our hotel room. I tried to explain the concept of the "Heavenly Crib Mattress", but she wasn't buying it. All she did with the crib all weekend was throw her toys in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST37fh0mkZI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/17DcMbyw3AE/s1600-h/CIMG1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277650857421607314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST37fh0mkZI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/17DcMbyw3AE/s320/CIMG1313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday, we headed up to Estes Park, Colorado. Brad took a tour of the Stanley Hotel, which is the basis of Stephen King's book, The Shining. Part of the TV mini series and Dumb and Dumber was filmed here. It is supposedly haunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST36SfVTTQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/TFmKb4-t5as/s1600-h/CIMG1315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277649533903523074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST36SfVTTQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/TFmKb4-t5as/s320/CIMG1315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While Brad took a tour of the hotel (no one under 5 could go on the tour), Neely and I went downtown and did a little shopping. It was a little like Eureka Springs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST36SFIafII/AAAAAAAAAcA/q1tBG8ExMvI/s1600-h/CIMG1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277649526870146178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST36SFIafII/AAAAAAAAAcA/q1tBG8ExMvI/s320/CIMG1318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In her new toboggan and mittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST36RxpKBVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/UFw38XYUD2s/s1600-h/CIMG1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277649521638770002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST36RxpKBVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/UFw38XYUD2s/s320/CIMG1321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FINALLY, passed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST36RRFUJAI/AAAAAAAAAbw/CeHi4VRGUho/s1600-h/CIMG1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277649512898503682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST36RRFUJAI/AAAAAAAAAbw/CeHi4VRGUho/s320/CIMG1323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday night, Brad and I went to his company Christmas party. This was the first time that we had a babysitter that wasn't a relative. One of Brad's co-workers' daughter watched her in the hotel room. Here is the only picture I took (with the self timer). I totally forgot to get one taken of Brad and me. Who know's how much longer it will be before we get all dressed up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST36Q2xvFPI/AAAAAAAAAbo/GlfCQcg5E4A/s1600-h/CIMG1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277649505837061362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST36Q2xvFPI/AAAAAAAAAbo/GlfCQcg5E4A/s320/CIMG1326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-8145335354036233781?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8145335354036233781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=8145335354036233781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8145335354036233781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8145335354036233781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/12/brads-christmas-party-weekend.html' title='Brad&apos;s Christmas Party Weekend'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/ST37gxZNBEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ngQrl0mVBts/s72-c/CIMG1310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4999689502509127250</id><published>2008-12-03T19:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:26:39.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The past few weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again, it's been a long time since I posted.  So, I'll just post a bunch of pictures again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures of Neely and her friend, Maddox, playing at Gymboree:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves playing in tunnels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275613973822895954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa-9THM91I/AAAAAAAAAZg/iu1vEbFQLLY/s320/CIMG1216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Getting close to taking some steps by herself.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STcHViHlYFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tX0eLGgw2ac/s1600-h/CIMG1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275693555005087826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STcHViHlYFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tX0eLGgw2ac/s320/CIMG1231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loving the rocking horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STcHVNfAh6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/NmEreqwGkBE/s1600-h/CIMG1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275693549466191778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STcHVNfAh6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/NmEreqwGkBE/s320/CIMG1235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, in the tunnels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa2mZJPrqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/VwG6WviIEPM/s1600-h/CIMG1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275604784212061858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa2mZJPrqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/VwG6WviIEPM/s320/CIMG1225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The week before Thanksgiving, we went to Fayetteville to see the lights on the square.  We were going to eat at Tim's but it was SO busy, so we ate with Uncle Kris and US Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa2lajk92I/AAAAAAAAAZA/mtprrk2rVXc/s1600-h/CIMG1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275604767411074914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa2lajk92I/AAAAAAAAAZA/mtprrk2rVXc/s320/CIMG1246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While we were in Blytheville for Thanksgiving, Neely tried ice cream for the first time.  SHE LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa2lGTUUhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-KY9lkQJRGs/s1600-h/CIMG1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275604761974166034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa2lGTUUhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-KY9lkQJRGs/s320/CIMG1250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa0jfQ_SjI/AAAAAAAAAYw/k--slx-XjnQ/s1600-h/CIMG1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275602535292291634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa0jfQ_SjI/AAAAAAAAAYw/k--slx-XjnQ/s320/CIMG1254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Neely getting her first birthday present from her Great Great Aunt Ethylen.  She got a doll that looks a lot like her and a book called "Do You Wear Diapers?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa0hSd_asI/AAAAAAAAAYo/61gtnN3K0bI/s1600-h/CIMG1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275602497497426626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa0hSd_asI/AAAAAAAAAYo/61gtnN3K0bI/s320/CIMG1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a cute picture from Thanksgiving week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa0gylWErI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EGy_lnIPJP4/s1600-h/CIMG1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275602488938336946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa0gylWErI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EGy_lnIPJP4/s320/CIMG1259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While we were in Blytheville, we had a birthday party for her with my parents.  Here are her cakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa0gfjm2tI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gRa66hlEHC4/s1600-h/CIMG1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275602483830774482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa0gfjm2tI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gRa66hlEHC4/s320/CIMG1262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In her birthday hat--it only lasted about 5 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa0fwYP38I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/enVyYzXEl8o/s1600-h/CIMG1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275602471166664642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa0fwYP38I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/enVyYzXEl8o/s320/CIMG1266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She LOVED cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STav_IJkdRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Xq4XrYTA72w/s1600-h/CIMG1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275597512565355794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STav_IJkdRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Xq4XrYTA72w/s320/CIMG1268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STav_HuyMYI/AAAAAAAAAYA/WR9by0tmW9k/s1600-h/CIMG1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275597512453009794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STav_HuyMYI/AAAAAAAAAYA/WR9by0tmW9k/s320/CIMG1281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neely looked so cute on Thanksgiving day!  Here she is with mom and Kris.  She didn't mind the hat at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STav-8XAUuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/H6R1fkPkt2I/s1600-h/CIMG1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275597509400482530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STav-8XAUuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/H6R1fkPkt2I/s320/CIMG1288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And with mom by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STav-YPuAKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ucwAuoF3ZVU/s1600-h/CIMG1290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275597499706245282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STav-YPuAKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ucwAuoF3ZVU/s320/CIMG1290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what Neely loved the most about Thanksgiving.  Her cousin, Jack, pulled her around in the wagon in the back yard for forever.  I swear they were going about 30 mph.  And she loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STav9o42ELI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Av3vVLg2o2I/s1600-h/CIMG1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275597486993838258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STav9o42ELI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Av3vVLg2o2I/s320/CIMG1295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-4999689502509127250?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4999689502509127250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4999689502509127250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4999689502509127250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4999689502509127250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/12/past-few-weeks.html' title='The past few weeks'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/STa-9THM91I/AAAAAAAAAZg/iu1vEbFQLLY/s72-c/CIMG1216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-5762960699358411148</id><published>2008-11-07T22:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:29:01.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for your kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/11/seven-prayers-day.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z104/danielle982/Sidebar%20Elements/7x7button.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Angie Smith over at &lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bring the Rain &lt;/a&gt;had a post about praying for your kids. I thought it was a good way to remember to pray for your children and also I like how she recommends praying out loud so your kids know that you are praying for them. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Click the box above for more information. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-5762960699358411148?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5762960699358411148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=5762960699358411148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/5762960699358411148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/5762960699358411148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/11/pray-for-your-kids.html' title='Pray for your kids'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z104/danielle982/Sidebar%20Elements/th_7x7button.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-7304405134828747348</id><published>2008-11-07T16:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:39:07.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up - Part 3</title><content type='html'>Last week, Neely and I spent the week visiting my best friend from college, Marlana and her daughter, Hanya.  This was Neely's 2nd trip on an airplane and once again it was a breeze.  Here we are on the airplane.  For some reason the planes were only about half full, so we always had an extra seat.  This made it so much better.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266049821820078674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTEaYcYSlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/aglsTYeu190/s320/CIMG1144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a layover in the Chicago airport and they had a special area set up for kids.  They had a whole bunch of things set up for kids to crawl on.  This was great for Neely and for me too.  She was able to tire herself out before we had to get on the plane again.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266049805089025346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTEZaHYrUI/AAAAAAAAAWA/eAv3G6XpJWU/s320/CIMG1134.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266049813674533170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTEZ6GVITI/AAAAAAAAAWI/e19BA1KExqI/s320/CIMG1138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to the Louisville Zoo again this trip &amp;amp; Neely had a great time.  It was exciting to see her actually realize that she was looking at animals.  These are the pictures from when she was looking at the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTKBX1DqXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MFf21u5nv9U/s1600-h/CIMG1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266055989228185970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTKBX1DqXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MFf21u5nv9U/s320/CIMG1161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTKBPgyoMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Ps7hG5DrDJ8/s1600-h/CIMG1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266055986995699906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTKBPgyoMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Ps7hG5DrDJ8/s320/CIMG1160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266055996970988290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTKB0rFcwI/AAAAAAAAAW4/CtnhAXIae1U/s320/CIMG1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we left the zoo, Neely went on her first train ride.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266056003090905554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTKCLeL-dI/AAAAAAAAAXA/wNsWM2eTRGw/s320/CIMG1167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here are the four of us.  Aren't the girls cute in their matching outfits?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266056012598945650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTKCu5FJ3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/wH0cbtzNKTA/s320/CIMG1174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Every night the girls took a bath together.  Once again, aren't they cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTEa3tGV0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/xbk9olQ913M/s1600-h/CIMG1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266049830211704642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTEa3tGV0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/xbk9olQ913M/s320/CIMG1154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Halloween, we went to a playgroup.  Neely thought this little boy was a toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266057482236461954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTLYRt-A4I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jBsFlIYekUQ/s320/CIMG1177.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And here are the pictures from her first Halloween.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266057508158594114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTLZySSXEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OeQ60n2ruNU/s320/CIMG1183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266057498800712706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTLZPbMbAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ek7DCZ1hzug/s320/CIMG1181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-7304405134828747348?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7304405134828747348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=7304405134828747348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7304405134828747348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7304405134828747348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/11/catching-up-part-3.html' title='Catching Up - Part 3'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRTEaYcYSlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/aglsTYeu190/s72-c/CIMG1144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-7153792548131117447</id><published>2008-11-07T09:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:18:51.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the pictures from our first trip to the pumpkin patch!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRRh96qvgVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/hN17GcVgsvM/s1600-h/CIMG1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265941580651397458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRRh96qvgVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/hN17GcVgsvM/s320/CIMG1115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRRh9Oin3OI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dLsu4LiYVN8/s1600-h/CIMG1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265941568806182114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRRh9Oin3OI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dLsu4LiYVN8/s320/CIMG1110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRRh82fE4aI/AAAAAAAAAVo/swxznsIC7nc/s1600-h/CIMG1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265941562348855714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRRh82fE4aI/AAAAAAAAAVo/swxznsIC7nc/s320/CIMG1102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRRh8ibxwpI/AAAAAAAAAVg/jd4YX8PtlnU/s1600-h/CIMG1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265941556966310546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRRh8ibxwpI/AAAAAAAAAVg/jd4YX8PtlnU/s320/CIMG1100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRRh8bv58vI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PAIPIiYvch0/s1600-h/CIMG1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265941555171685106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRRh8bv58vI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PAIPIiYvch0/s320/CIMG1099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-7153792548131117447?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7153792548131117447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=7153792548131117447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7153792548131117447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7153792548131117447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/11/catching-up-part-2.html' title='Catching Up - Part 2'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRRh96qvgVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/hN17GcVgsvM/s72-c/CIMG1115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-990962164626074677</id><published>2008-11-06T21:44:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:11:31.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Get ready, there are a bunch of pictures coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks ago, Neely and I spent the week in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blytheville&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you, there's not much to do there, but I think we did it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to That Bookstore in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blytheville&lt;/span&gt; and got Neely a couple of board books and Brad a Christmas present--a signed copy of one of his favorite author's book. I can post it on here because I couldn't keep it a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265758737223971298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRO7rB0k8eI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-i56VScFiOA/s320/CIMG1017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; She went swinging at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gosnell&lt;/span&gt; Park. Not 1 thing has changed in this park since I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265758742717470770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRO7rWSVGDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SmK2nPKS6zE/s320/CIMG1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Blytheville&lt;/span&gt; and went to the park there. Here she is climbing up the jungle gym and trying to climb up the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265760771376692562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRO9hboYPVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/OSwEiOWlAUc/s320/CIMG1027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265761851143939618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRO-gSE85iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dX-UeKKhFI8/s320/CIMG1030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;When we got back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Blytheville&lt;/span&gt;, we took Neely to her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Razorback game. This game was not as fun as the first. Neely prefers afternoon games. It was chilly so I bundled her up in her new red coat and toboggan. I couldn't figure out why the hat wouldn't stay on until I looked on the tag when we got home &amp;amp; it was size Newborn (up to 7 pounds). Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265758756095503314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRO7sIH5q9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/V7UlO-F_AuU/s320/CIMG1056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had to leave at half time because Neely was exhausted. She fell asleep about 30 seconds in to the long walk back to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265761864339299042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRO-hDO-GuI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xgibbXoa91g/s320/CIMG1057.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Brad has been working on redoing the front landscaping. Neely is loving crawling up the dirt hills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265760761329388562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRO9g2M6jBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ssNAv_aq0cc/s320/CIMG1063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is another one of her favorite things to do now. She climbs up on the fireplace and gets the rocks out and throws them on the ground. I know she knows what she's doing because she will crawl up the step, then turn around and give a big smile before she sticks her hand in to get the rocks. What a STINKER. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265760765241946290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRO9hExvcLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RqJU7VWG5G4/s320/CIMG1083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;More to come including our trip to the Pumpkin Patch and our trip to Louisville.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-990962164626074677?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/990962164626074677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=990962164626074677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/990962164626074677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/990962164626074677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/11/catching-up-part-1.html' title='Catching Up - Part 1'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SRO7rB0k8eI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-i56VScFiOA/s72-c/CIMG1017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-1060083068547106309</id><published>2008-10-31T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:19:50.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SQu8vk5ZfaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KaimSHsh_-k/s1600-h/Neely+Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263508115056852386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SQu8vk5ZfaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KaimSHsh_-k/s320/Neely+Halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-1060083068547106309?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1060083068547106309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=1060083068547106309' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1060083068547106309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1060083068547106309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SQu8vk5ZfaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KaimSHsh_-k/s72-c/Neely+Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-7568963456583172952</id><published>2008-10-27T10:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:57:34.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Month Pictures</title><content type='html'>I got Neely's 10 month pictures back over the weekend. These are some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261863243388509138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SQXkvcbbW9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/1bqemGKxQ8U/s320/100_1896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261863258903699778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SQXkwWOiYUI/AAAAAAAAATY/auQGnDoPmZY/s320/100_1920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261863268554970258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SQXkw6LlFJI/AAAAAAAAATg/9YfIAW3qtK4/s320/100_1928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261863279179251394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SQXkxhwmvsI/AAAAAAAAATw/orfXnTVb-3M/s320/100_1995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Myra Wike in Bella Vista takes my monthly pictures. I am always so happy with her work and she is so affordable. The best part is that she gives you the copyright release for the pictures so you can take them to Wal-Mart and get as many copies as you want.&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/3767238663753825394-7568963456583172952?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7568963456583172952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=7568963456583172952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7568963456583172952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7568963456583172952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-month-pictures.html' title='10 Month Pictures'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SQXkvcbbW9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/1bqemGKxQ8U/s72-c/100_1896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-221357090890946551</id><published>2008-10-26T10:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:28:58.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SQSRK5n9i-I/AAAAAAAAATI/S-XW3OHGIWc/s1600-h/PhotoAlli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261489881128733666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SQSRK5n9i-I/AAAAAAAAATI/S-XW3OHGIWc/s320/PhotoAlli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got our family pictures back yesterday and I am so happy with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a link to the entire session. &lt;a href="http://www.photoalli.com/index2.php"&gt;Photo Alli&lt;/a&gt; Click on Client Proofing. The password is vestal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We used Allison &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rupp&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; she was FANTASTIC. I love how she takes pictures that seem natural instead of posed. I completely recommend her for your family pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-221357090890946551?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/221357090890946551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=221357090890946551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/221357090890946551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/221357090890946551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SQSRK5n9i-I/AAAAAAAAATI/S-XW3OHGIWc/s72-c/PhotoAlli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-7522885119915310707</id><published>2008-10-14T08:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:21:27.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week was our last week of Kindermusik.  Here are a few pics from our last class:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SPSgjKRCh4I/AAAAAAAAASo/I6PHONGUYTQ/s1600-h/IMG_1554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257003190959900546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SPSgjKRCh4I/AAAAAAAAASo/I6PHONGUYTQ/s320/IMG_1554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neely and her teacher Miss Ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SPSgje5llFI/AAAAAAAAASw/bAd4SQxecWM/s1600-h/IMG_1562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257003196498678866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SPSgje5llFI/AAAAAAAAASw/bAd4SQxecWM/s320/IMG_1562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our class picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SPSgkPW-FLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LiI2YaF3NmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257003209506821298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SPSgkPW-FLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LiI2YaF3NmQ/s320/IMG_1564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday, we went to a new playgroup with our friends Amy and Maddox.  Here are Neely and Maddox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SPSgkvHXCfI/AAAAAAAAATA/itNxmhf8_R4/s1600-h/IMG_1582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257003218031282674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SPSgkvHXCfI/AAAAAAAAATA/itNxmhf8_R4/s320/IMG_1582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll post more pictures later this week.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-7522885119915310707?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7522885119915310707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=7522885119915310707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7522885119915310707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7522885119915310707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-few-pictures.html' title='Just a few pictures'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SPSgjKRCh4I/AAAAAAAAASo/I6PHONGUYTQ/s72-c/IMG_1554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-1239600932089988329</id><published>2008-10-06T20:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:39:59.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad, Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been terrible at updating my blog. I'm not even going to try to write about what we've been up to...I'll just post some cute pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago, Brad, Neely &amp;amp; I walked in our local ALS walk. Here we are with Strike, the Naturals' mascot. Neely didn't know what to think about him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254218447159499042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SOq71vM_GSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gMzh0Jh3SNM/s320/CIMG0945.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here is Neely with one of her favorite toys.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254218451464437058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SOq71_PXPUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/PwYZm5RK2_E/s320/CIMG0965.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Neely doesn't suck a pacifier, but she loves to play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254218453595845730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SOq72HLh9GI/AAAAAAAAAQg/X5Weq18PRVs/s320/CIMG0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to Branson yesterday. Here Neely is eating lunch and trying to feed the camera goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254218458566717522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SOq72ZsrcFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FICT6j-w1QE/s320/CIMG0992.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And lastly, yesterday was Neely's 10 month birthday. Here is her chair picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254219855838780546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SOq9Hu8THII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WwI__UBQwAA/s320/CIMG0996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-1239600932089988329?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1239600932089988329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=1239600932089988329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1239600932089988329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1239600932089988329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-bad-blogger.html' title='Bad, Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SOq71vM_GSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gMzh0Jh3SNM/s72-c/CIMG0945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-2879415280055879421</id><published>2008-09-21T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:59:49.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Pig Sooie</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we took Neely to her first Razorback game &amp;amp; it went surprisingly well. First, let me say that I think it is CRAZY that we have to buy a ticket for her. We paid $20 to have her sit on our laps the entire game. UGH. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We MUST get better seats next year. I keep trying to convince myself that I love our seats since they are on the 50 yard line in front row in the upper deck &amp;amp; we get lots of leg room but I HATE walking up all those ramps. Here are a few photos from the game:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248298682268969906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNWz2EfK67I/AAAAAAAAAPA/LjTOwmP-REA/s320/CIMG0880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248298693203013538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNWz2tODL6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/WZ1RpPWV81Q/s320/CIMG0882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248298694291016706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNWz2xRczAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bKgdMqEQq-Y/s320/CIMG0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neely was so good at the game. Luckily we sit by really nice people and they played with Neely during the entire game. We left after the 3rd quarter because Arkansas was TERRIBLE. Here is Brad in the Baby Bjorn. He thinks it is so dorky, but Neely loves it and it is the only way she will let him carry her when I'm around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248298714861903234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNWz3957nYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YiLyY7EXrUk/s320/CIMG0888.JPG" border="0" /&gt; She was exhausted when we got back to the car.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248462827036998370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNZJIjZh-uI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2rgPzv-0CuQ/s320/CIMG0891.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fayetteville&lt;/span&gt;, we met Kris at Tim's Pizza. Yum Yum. Obviously Neely likes it as much as we do.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248462841244974834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNZJJYU-fvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/JQW6mEPvp1o/s320/CIMG0895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248462842528895586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNZJJdHFkmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uoSOMIuS2-8/s320/CIMG0894.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made Kris take some family pictures of us on the square. The city does such a good job on their flowers downtown.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248462848628669730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNZJJz1YvSI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MUA8GiRa_-M/s320/CIMG0896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248462854612567586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNZJKKIDxiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/J1Ojxd_V4Yg/s320/CIMG0907.JPG" border="0" /&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/3767238663753825394-2879415280055879421?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2879415280055879421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=2879415280055879421' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2879415280055879421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/2879415280055879421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/09/woo-pig-sooie.html' title='Woo Pig Sooie'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNWz2EfK67I/AAAAAAAAAPA/LjTOwmP-REA/s72-c/CIMG0880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-3306344645115973027</id><published>2008-09-18T01:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:16:00.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Hogs Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thought I'd share some of Neely's 9 month pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNHv3IxTAZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NIXrG5yC2R4/s1600-h/101_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247238771389432210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNHv3IxTAZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NIXrG5yC2R4/s320/101_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNHv3ePg68I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZouzsUijGU8/s1600-h/101_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247238777153317826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNHv3ePg68I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZouzsUijGU8/s320/101_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247238779728237778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNHv3n1bFNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lUX7ICVgzPQ/s320/102_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-3306344645115973027?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3306344645115973027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=3306344645115973027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3306344645115973027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3306344645115973027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-hogs-go.html' title='Go Hogs Go'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNHv3IxTAZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NIXrG5yC2R4/s72-c/101_0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-305241685754367574</id><published>2008-09-16T18:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:23:32.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Measurements</title><content type='html'>I am so sore. No I am not kidding. I am SOOOOOOO out of shape. Last night, I showed Brad my route and explained my "system". He told me at most, I ran 1/10 of a mile at a time and maybe a third mile total. My response: SHUT UP. I'm still proud of myself. I took today off to let my muscles rest. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 10:00 last night I decided to start working on my curtains. I pulled the first panel out and it looked a little short, so I measured it and it was 113" long. Not the 118" that was on the front of the package. So I pulled out the rest of them to see if maybe I just didn't understand the concept of inches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the end where I lined them all up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246775941802936946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNBK66M6ynI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9yXTbkFDsVw/s320/CIMG0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And here's the other end.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246775945855488882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNBK7JTH03I/AAAAAAAAAOI/yHXPhi2ao6I/s320/CIMG0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm. Something must be wrong. Not 1 panel is 118" long and no 2 panels are the same length. PERFECT! My concept of inches is just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recovered my breakfast room cushions today. The one on the left is the new fabric. I LOVE THIS FABRIC--it makes me so happy every time I look at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246775953476645858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNBK7lsJc-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PaNQsbN4FwM/s320/CIMG0852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And just because she's cute... Here's a picture of Neely swinging at the park. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246775939028522562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNBK6v3clkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-eviIGSsja4/s320/CIMG0832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And just to let you know, I am 0 out of 5 on my to-do list for this week. PERFECT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-305241685754367574?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/305241685754367574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=305241685754367574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/305241685754367574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/305241685754367574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/09/measurements.html' title='Measurements'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SNBK66M6ynI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9yXTbkFDsVw/s72-c/CIMG0850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4378425628753838957</id><published>2008-09-15T12:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:05:24.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidding Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night, when Brad and I took Neely for a walk, I told him that I was thinking about starting running. And he laughed. Not that he didn't have reason to. I have not run since 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. Even when it is raining, I don't run to my car. I HATE TO RUN. So what possessed me to go for a run today, I don't know.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246309203229973490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SM6ibJhim_I/AAAAAAAAANo/hqaLVPUAnwc/s320/CIMG0830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a final swig of my Dr. Pepper, put Neely in our jogging stroller (I bought it for Brad) and started out. I decided that I would try to run 1/2 the time and walk 1/2 the time. I told myself that I would walk for 5 minutes and then run for 5 minutes.  HA!  So I walked for 5 minutes and then ran by 5 houses.  Then I walked again.  So then I started walking by 6 houses &amp;amp; running by 6 houses.  Then 7 houses.  You get the drift--except never did I run by more than 8 houses.  Thank god no one was outside.  It was SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;.    &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246309207090210322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SM6ibX55JhI/AAAAAAAAANw/UqaX8YEyVOo/s320/CIMG0831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home, Neely was asleep and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hyperventilating&lt;/span&gt;.  No Kidding.  But I'm not giving up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-4378425628753838957?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4378425628753838957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4378425628753838957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4378425628753838957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4378425628753838957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/09/kidding-myself.html' title='Kidding Myself'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SM6ibJhim_I/AAAAAAAAANo/hqaLVPUAnwc/s72-c/CIMG0830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-6691860135427991531</id><published>2008-09-14T21:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:54:04.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishments and Lofty Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Neely has been having a really hard time with teething the last couple days, so after church and lunch we came home and stayed home. She is usually such a happy girl, but when she's fussy, she's fussy. I feel so bad for her. But, I took advantage of having Brad at home and got a couple things done around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246072265989730002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SM3K7lhYrtI/AAAAAAAAANg/9SPupdG-Jco/s320/glaze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first thing I got accomplished, was getting the fireplace taped and prepped for painting.  My fireplace is one of the things in my house that I don't love.  It is just TOO WHITE.  My interior designer recommended that I "age" it a little to soften it.  She recommended using Ralph Lauren Glaze in Tobacco, by painting it on and wiping it off.  We'll see how that goes.  I have a feeling that I am going to be repainting it a nice creamy color in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other thing I accomplished was finishing cleaning out the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; spare bedroom that is going to become Neely's playroom.  Brad is so sick of me finding more things to put in the attic.  But, someday I might need all this stuff.  I also taped all the trim off so we could paint that room too.  We have NEVER painted in our entire life, but we're going to give it a shot.  Again, I have a feeling that this isn't going to work and I'll be calling Pete the Painter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a lot of goals for this week.  I thought I'd put them out here to make myself more accountable.  1. Finish the panels for my living and dining room  2. Glaze the fireplace  3. Pack up the baby stuff that I have piled in the hall (then have Brad put in the attic) 4. Convince Brad to paint the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt; in the playroom  5. Finish putting the locks on the cabinets.  As I write this, I realize I'll probably only do about 2 of these, but oh well.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone have a good week! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-6691860135427991531?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6691860135427991531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=6691860135427991531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6691860135427991531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6691860135427991531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/09/accomplishments-and-lofty-goals.html' title='Accomplishments and Lofty Goals'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SM3K7lhYrtI/AAAAAAAAANg/9SPupdG-Jco/s72-c/glaze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-3649716587939637721</id><published>2008-09-13T16:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:14:08.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling, Eating, and Pulling up</title><content type='html'>Everyone told me to enjoy Neely before she was mobile. Now I know what they were talking about. She has a new favorite toy... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245630238355251490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMw46MQ2YSI/AAAAAAAAANA/zonfGTRQ710/s320/CIMG0792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245630242025956562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMw46Z8A5NI/AAAAAAAAANI/jgKdZBzO7a8/s320/CIMG0797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Friday, we had lunch with our friends Kristy and Byron. Don't you just want to squeeze his cheeks? I know I do. Byron is 4 months older than Neely, so I get to ask Kristy all the questions I have. Right now, I am stressed about what to feed Neely. I am so BORED with baby food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245630251907744050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMw46-wBATI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YzstQcb6Ogw/s320/CIMG0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Today we did our weekly family trip to Fayetteville. My new curtains FINALLY came in, so we picked those up...I am so excited. I am going to work on finishing them this week. We ate lunch at McAlisters and then went to my favorite place...Target. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245630253458773698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMw47Ehz1sI/AAAAAAAAANY/dV0608hSgBQ/s320/CIMG0807.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And a picture showing off her newest skill--pulling up. Notice all the UGLY babyproofing stuff. I swore that I wasn't going to buy this stuff, but again I EAT MY WORDS. I would feel so bad if she fell and bumped her head on the bricks and the gate keeps her from the dog food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-3649716587939637721?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3649716587939637721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=3649716587939637721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3649716587939637721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3649716587939637721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-weekend.html' title='Crawling, Eating, and Pulling up'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMw46MQ2YSI/AAAAAAAAANA/zonfGTRQ710/s72-c/CIMG0792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-1753446733482549119</id><published>2008-09-11T16:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:28:08.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping, Playing, and Decorating</title><content type='html'>Neely is FINALLY going to sleep on her own. I've found the key to getting this to work is to put LOTS of stuffed animals in the crib when I put her down. She usually plays for a few minutes and then folds herself in half and falls asleep. After a while she gets laying flat, but I think it's too funny.  Here she is a few minutes after she fell asleep for her nap.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244889980301027490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMmXpgHZKKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/O9qzCV-ImH8/s320/CIMG0774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we met with a playgroup that we just joined.  There are 6 babies in it and they are all between 8 and 10 months and they are all only children.  It's been fun getting the babies together and visiting with the moms.  The great thing about this is that when we leave Neely is EXHAUSTED.  She took a 2 hour nap on Wednesday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244889996946875042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMmXqeIEoqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bXgmi7xy1hY/s320/CIMG0778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Today we went to Kindermusik and then to our Sunday School class playgroup.  This is always a fun day because Neely gets to hang out with a bunch of kids and I get to get to know my class members better.  Neely took a nap for an hour and a half today.  PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244889997544034786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMmXqgWckeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tFTG3CJCh0I/s320/CIMG0781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;While Neely napped today, I worked on recovering my dining room chairs.  They were an ugly brown fabric to start with &amp;amp; I covered them with a really textured lime green fabric.  The picture doesn't do them justice, but I love them.  Brad said he really couldn't tell the difference.  Boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244890005874776962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMmXq_Ypm4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/gOXg3LETalU/s320/CIMG0785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tonight I start Bunko.  I've never played before, but I'm really looking forward to it.  Brad will be putting Neely down for the night for the first time.  Keep your fingers crossed it goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-1753446733482549119?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1753446733482549119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=1753446733482549119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1753446733482549119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/1753446733482549119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleeping-playing-and-decorating.html' title='Sleeping, Playing, and Decorating'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMmXpgHZKKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/O9qzCV-ImH8/s72-c/CIMG0774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-7193752031852365568</id><published>2008-09-08T15:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:06:16.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So So HOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our air conditioner went out on Saturday evening. I am dying. We have had the air conditioner repairman at the house for the last two days and it looks like it is going to be TOMORROW before it's fixed. I am trying hard to keep a good attitude, but it's not working very well. We keep the thermostat on 68 ALL the time &amp;amp; 80 is unacceptable to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a busy week last week. On Tuesday, we went to lunch with my friends from work--Tracee and Lisa. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243751107389643490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMWL2X6FWuI/AAAAAAAAALw/qhNew0GLbJ4/s320/CIMG0748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here we are after we had dinner at Chick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt; A on Thursday. Isn't her outfit cute? Brad said that she kind of looked like a clown. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243751112945699314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMWL2smwCfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/O8SPX1dWEBs/s320/CIMG0752.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;On Friday, Neely turned 9 months old. I can't believe it! Look at how much she's grown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243751114201528322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMWL2xSKeAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ui3gEJyXvLs/s320/CIMG0763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;9 Months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243773165615708754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMWf6VM_-lI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Zp4irtKj2Ow/s320/6+Months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6 Months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243773176544541602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMWf696ou6I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/r2FDi9NuGbg/s320/3+Months.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;3 Months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243773179606015922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMWf7JUjH7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/3jyHYO5cz2A/s320/1+Month.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1 Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to a new playgroup at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. There were several babies that were between 8 and 10 months old. Neely had a really good time &amp;amp; I was able to meet a few really nice moms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is Neely's first day at Mother's Day Out, so I have a bunch of things planned while I'm baby free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-7193752031852365568?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7193752031852365568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=7193752031852365568' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7193752031852365568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7193752031852365568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-so-hot.html' title='So So HOT'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SMWL2X6FWuI/AAAAAAAAALw/qhNew0GLbJ4/s72-c/CIMG0748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4133134789608121661</id><published>2008-09-04T08:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:14:15.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be smart</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was a day I've been looking forward to for a couple weeks--Neely's first day of Mother's Day Out.  I put her bag together Monday night and made a list of all the things I wanted to get done while I was baby free.  I was super excited about my upcoming day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with the alarm at 7:30 and got myself and Neely ready.  We headed to the church.  When we got there, there were only about 5 cars in the parking lot.  I realized that this was either a real crappy Mother's Day Out program or I had messed up the date.  Since I was already feeling embarassed, I called the church from their parking lot and found out that it doesn't start until NEXT Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy brain never ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-4133134789608121661?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4133134789608121661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4133134789608121661' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4133134789608121661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4133134789608121661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-used-to-be-smart.html' title='I used to be smart'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-8104059822848564320</id><published>2008-09-02T16:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:24:19.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day and Crawling</title><content type='html'>On Friday, we packed up the car and headed to the promised land of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blytheville&lt;/span&gt;.  I LOVE to go "home".  I know that I will never move back there, but I love to visit.  I love how everyone knows everyone and you always see lots of people you know when you go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 6 hour drive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blytheville&lt;/span&gt;.  This is Neely as we head out.  She stayed happy until about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mountainburg&lt;/span&gt;.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SL22LfgGDDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WINP4SoXMb4/s1600-h/CIMG0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241545849880054834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SL22LfgGDDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WINP4SoXMb4/s320/CIMG0707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday, we went and had lunch with "Aunt" Sandra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SL22LgWxhUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hUp6RM0mLZ0/s1600-h/CIMG0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241545850109396290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SL22LgWxhUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hUp6RM0mLZ0/s320/CIMG0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday night, we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart.  I wasn't able to get a good picture of Neely's new Razorback &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SL22L5KT5rI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MAZjZGUDC0U/s1600-h/CIMG0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241545856768009906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SL22L5KT5rI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MAZjZGUDC0U/s320/CIMG0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sunday, we went visiting.  First, we went to see my Great Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ethylen&lt;/span&gt;.  She just adores Neely and wants to hold her all the time.  Neely will tolerate being held for about 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SL22Lwsl_YI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ruwZiV6WsR4/s1600-h/CIMG0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241545854495882626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SL22Lwsl_YI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ruwZiV6WsR4/s320/CIMG0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, we went to visit my grandmother.  Neely is her first great-grandchild.  I wish I would have taken a picture of all the pictures she has framed of Neely.  Here's a picture of the 4 generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SL22MJJLHoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bxsOSH9apRk/s1600-h/CIMG0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241545861058207362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SL22MJJLHoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bxsOSH9apRk/s320/CIMG0727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And since Brad never gets in the pictures, here he is with my grandmother, Neely and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241548222611919266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SL24VmndEaI/AAAAAAAAALE/hPycdbXtSbI/s320/CIMG0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the most exciting (and nerve wracking) news...  Neely is really crawling now.  I can't keep her still.  She is so proud of herself.  I have spent the entire day chasing her around the house.  Now, I wish I would have listened and started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;babyproofing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;BEFORE &lt;/u&gt;she started moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241548229549979634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SL24WAdnd_I/AAAAAAAAALU/0MhGuDsN0PI/s320/CIMG0736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-8104059822848564320?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8104059822848564320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=8104059822848564320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8104059822848564320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8104059822848564320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-and-crawling.html' title='Labor Day and Crawling'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SL22LfgGDDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WINP4SoXMb4/s72-c/CIMG0707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4466307239580647536</id><published>2008-09-01T23:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:41:39.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good TV</title><content type='html'>This is my favorite time of year. Yes, I love the cooler weather, the pumpkins on front porches, Razorback football season, and all the typical fall stuff, but the real reason I love this time of year is that good TV is back on!!! 2 of my guilty pleasures started this week and I am so excited. Brad is not happy. Both of these shows are extremely cheesy. In the especially cheesy parts, I pause the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;, look at Brad and say in my most serious tone: "This is such good TV". He hates me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="ABC Family: Watch Plain White T's.  Meet Me In California.  Episode 5" href="http://abcfamily.go.com/abcfamily/path/section_Shows+Plain-White-Ts/page_Vid_PWTS_episode5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241274961306867890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SLy_zs7YWLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/l4O-f5OpPrI/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;My first guilty pleasure is Greek. First let me say that I can not believe that this comes on ABC Family. This is not what I will be watching with Neely. EVER. If you haven't watched it, it's about stereotypical Greek life. And, there is nothing realistic about it. At all. I can't explain why I love this show. Maybe it's because it makes me want to go back to college, but who knows?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241276545663986162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SLzBP7HjafI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kR5PcC2ChGM/s320/gossip+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My second guilty pleasure is Gossip Girl.  The season premiere was tonight.  Another one that's not for the kiddos.  I swear I don't think there is anything on TV now at night that is appropriate for kids (especially not this).  This show follows a group of prep school kids that live in New York City.  A lot of dating and partying goes on, but not any school work.  This show definitely doesn't make me want to go back to high school (nothing does).  It does amaze me what these kids in high school do though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you know that I have the taste of a 13 year old in picking out my tv shows.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great trip home over the weekend.  I'll post about that tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-4466307239580647536?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4466307239580647536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4466307239580647536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4466307239580647536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4466307239580647536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-tv.html' title='Good TV'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SLy_zs7YWLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/l4O-f5OpPrI/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-7583995179432312852</id><published>2008-08-29T11:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:46:06.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in Review and lots of pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SLgvjzTFVHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sO8QqMHmo0E/s1600-h/CIMG0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have had such a busy week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, we went to eat with our new friend, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.kellyskornerblog.com"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;. She is super sweet and is having her first baby, Harper, this January. We ate at Copelands and as usual Neely ate a whole bunch of Cheerios. Here is a picture of us that Kelly took.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239988274595103138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SLgtkrZ0AaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VIIcCsYmELM/s320/lunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was a super laid back day. I think this was the first day Neely and I didn't have anything "planned". We just laid around the house and made a late afternoon run to Wal-Mart. I think Wal-Mart will be Neely's first word since we go there so often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday, we had lunch with people from my old office and my old buyer at Smokin' Joes. Once again, Neely ate a whole bunch of Cheerios. I can't wait until she can eat some real food. In the afternoon, we had a photo shoot with our new camera.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239990471568075282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SLgvkjw_KhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gvzey0NuqTg/s320/CIMG0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239990466974191698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SLgvkSpuEFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AKlzq5Ry-i0/s320/CIMG0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239987169263000754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SLgskVuGnLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nYuUKDBd3lQ/s320/CIMG0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239987189044805522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SLgslfac_5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/k8V7asW1edg/s320/CIMG0690.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yesterday we had some funniness at the house. We are changing one of the guest rooms into Neely's playroom. I knew that Kris's (my brother) roommate had been sleeping on a futon, so I offered the old mattress to him. I told him to find a truck and he could come pick it up. They showed up yesterday to pick it up. This was how they carried it home:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239987198041379602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SLgsmA7Z0xI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7PG4lVp7vZU/s320/CIMG0698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture of Kris and his roommate. They are so funny with Neely.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239988260768291810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SLgtj35Pm-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/1lQH2WLxDIA/s320/CIMG0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Kris and me with Neely. He really needs to shave.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239988267763155938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SLgtkR88w-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/p7ns6PNpxZ4/s320/CIMG0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are heading to Blytheville today. I am so looking forward to it, but dreading the drive. We are going to miss the Razorback game this weekend, but I promised Brad this would be the only one we would miss this year. I will be taking lots of pictures and promise to post more frequently next week.&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/3767238663753825394-7583995179432312852?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7583995179432312852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=7583995179432312852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7583995179432312852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/7583995179432312852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-in-review-and-lots-of-pictures.html' title='Week in Review and lots of pictures'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SLgtkrZ0AaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VIIcCsYmELM/s72-c/lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4870074102502340543</id><published>2008-08-24T17:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:38:56.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Weekend, Boring Post</title><content type='html'>We have had such a lazy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to dinner Friday night at the Dixie Cafe (as usual, we were the youngest people there, but I LOVE IT!).  Neely had her first "real" vegetables (not baby food) and she was not a fan.  She would put the carrots and green beans in her mouth, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smoosh&lt;/span&gt; them up, and then spit them back out.  I wish I could have gotten a picture.  Her faces were too funny!  When we got home, we has her playing on her belly and she started CRAWLING for the first time.  She doesn't crawl well, it's more like scooting, but we're still counting it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we stayed in our pajamas until noon and then went shopping a little bit.  We grilled out last night and it was so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we all slept through church!  I can't believe it!  I woke up this morning looked at the clock and couldn't believe it.  I guess I forgot to turn the alarm on since I don't use it during the week anymore.  I am so disappointed in myself.  I was so looking forward to it this week.    So, we've just lounged around today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get a new camera tomorrow, so maybe my posts won't be so boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-4870074102502340543?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4870074102502340543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4870074102502340543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4870074102502340543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4870074102502340543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/lazy-weekend-boring-post.html' title='Lazy Weekend, Boring Post'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-6172833839555034948</id><published>2008-08-21T23:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:35:20.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Kindermusik, and Decorating</title><content type='html'>First off, let me say once again.  I love my new life.  I am so appreciative that Brad is so supportive of my decision to stay at home with Neely.  We are just having a blast.  Neely is so much fun at this age and she is so cuddly right now.  Sometimes after she goes to bed at night, I want to wake her up just to spend more time with her.  It's amazing how in love I am with that little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we started Kindermusik with Miss Ruth.  It's a really small class with only 4 kids, but Neely loved it.  She just squealed and jabbered the whole time.  I am so glad that I am doing this so she can spend time with kids her own age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have taken a picture, but I dropped my camera and broke the LCD screen.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been up late thinking about how I want to decorate Neely's playroom.  I'm really torn between going all out and making it super cute or just making it into a junk toy room.  One thing that bothers me is what would happen if we had another baby.  I want to always have a guest room where my parents can stay, but if I have another baby I would either have to lose the playroom or the guest room.  oh the struggles I have.  :)  I think the solution is to get a new house, but I don't think I'm going to suggest that to Brad 6 days after I got my last paycheck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-6172833839555034948?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6172833839555034948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=6172833839555034948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6172833839555034948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6172833839555034948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-kindermusik-and-decorating.html' title='Life, Kindermusik, and Decorating'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4329959985268079605</id><published>2008-08-20T13:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:53:04.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be still my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I bought something that makes my life complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236672932601024834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKxmSYCWUUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TvCzfqM3zmE/s320/CIMG0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kid you not. I don't think I have ever been so incredibly thrilled with a purchase. I have wanted one of these since I was about 10.  And then when I went to Sherwin Willams today to pick out paint samples for Neely's playroom, I saw it...for only $9.99!!!  SHUT UP!  SHUT UP! SHUT UP!  Words can't describe my excitement.&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/3767238663753825394-4329959985268079605?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4329959985268079605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4329959985268079605' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4329959985268079605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4329959985268079605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/be-still-my-heart.html' title='Be still my heart'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKxmSYCWUUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TvCzfqM3zmE/s72-c/CIMG0646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-3856654983740375080</id><published>2008-08-19T14:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:50:50.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help, Help, Help</title><content type='html'>I am working on putting together my living room and dining room curtains and can't decide what fabric to use. I have purchased red silk panels &amp;amp; am planning on adding a yard of a coordinating fabric to the top. Which one do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The floral fabric is the upholstry fabric I am using for my breakfast nook chair cushions. I am planning on putting a big trim between the 2 fabrics on the curtains.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236318081269076610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKsjjTz_koI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hqWmZJaDiow/s320/CIMG0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236318092836572274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKsjj-55jHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4mjPkZSJLto/s320/CIMG0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236318105067126802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKsjksd5ABI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Fs67VMKD4Gk/s320/CIMG0629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236318112003533858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKsjlGTqLCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bidUZR2UZY8/s320/CIMG0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236318116154850642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKsjlVxaPVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LRM8BPUVxL0/s320/CIMG0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-3856654983740375080?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3856654983740375080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=3856654983740375080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3856654983740375080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3856654983740375080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/help-help-help.html' title='Help, Help, Help'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKsjjTz_koI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hqWmZJaDiow/s72-c/CIMG0624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4928175148116863418</id><published>2008-08-19T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:44:46.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Genius</title><content type='html'>After 3 days of struggling with it...I finally have a pretty background!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-4928175148116863418?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4928175148116863418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4928175148116863418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4928175148116863418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4928175148116863418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/blogging-genius.html' title='Blogging Genius'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-3182613630728141744</id><published>2008-08-14T21:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:21:21.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week In Review</title><content type='html'>I am wrapping up my first week as a stay at home mom, and I must say...I LOVE IT! It's been amazing how relaxed I've felt this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neely and I have had so much fun. We had lunch with Lisa on Tuesday and Uncle Kris on Wednesday. We've been to the fabric store to pick out drapes and order fabric. We went to our first playgroup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad has been gone all week &amp;amp; I am so ready for him to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234573878210959490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKTxNVFNmII/AAAAAAAAAGs/Q4gta9keI6E/s320/CIMG0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She didn't get the message that I was working on decluttering the house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234573882321084002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKTxNkZJHmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VoMFMlkjAJ0/s320/CIMG0601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Her first night sleeping 13 hours without a feeding...woo hoo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234573892365955106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKTxOJ0BsCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/i96B6gx3zIY/s320/CIMG0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Playing with her new activity table...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And finally, an example of my great parenting skills:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234573897666294530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKTxOdjucwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/S_HPUkcSd4I/s320/CIMG0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After she finished eating her vegetables, I let her play in them so I could eat my own dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234573898673696258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKTxOhT6LgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wKu8bRWOuDw/s320/CIMG0611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yes, she is sucking the sweet potatoes out of her bib. I am so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-3182613630728141744?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3182613630728141744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=3182613630728141744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3182613630728141744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3182613630728141744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-in-review.html' title='Week In Review'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKTxNVFNmII/AAAAAAAAAGs/Q4gta9keI6E/s72-c/CIMG0594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-3256738210435519405</id><published>2008-08-12T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:04:50.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She may not look like me, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKGz-VTv0TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-WSdfeXcGWg/s1600-h/Proof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233662125434458418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKGz-VTv0TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-WSdfeXcGWg/s320/Proof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proof that Neely really is my child.&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/3767238663753825394-3256738210435519405?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3256738210435519405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=3256738210435519405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3256738210435519405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/3256738210435519405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-may-not-look-like-me-but.html' title='She may not look like me, but...'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SKGz-VTv0TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-WSdfeXcGWg/s72-c/Proof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-8860256972226545625</id><published>2008-08-10T21:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:23:45.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free at last!</title><content type='html'>It's a little surreal to think that I don't have to get up &amp;amp; go to work tomorrow. I'm so pumped! This is the first Sunday night in a long time that I have actually felt relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neely and I don't have much planned for the week. Brad is leaving for Vail tomorrow, so it's going to be just us girls all week. I have been making a mental list of all the things I am going to accomplish once I quit working, so we'll see how that goes. My first thing on the list is to get my house clean and clutter free. Tomorrow I'm planning on tackling the master bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-8860256972226545625?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8860256972226545625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=8860256972226545625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8860256972226545625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8860256972226545625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-little-surreal-to-think-that-i-dont.html' title='Free at last!'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-8662928357395626815</id><published>2008-08-08T23:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:20:14.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball is boring...</title><content type='html'>Arvest Ballpark opened this year and Brad has been wanting to take Neely to a game. I don't think he understands that Neely thinks baseball is boring too. But, since the weather was so nice tonight, I suggested we go. The game was at 7:30, which is usually Neely's bedtime &amp;amp; since she didn't take a nap today AT ALL, I was expecting a really fussy baby. But as usual, she was perfect. She smiled and babbled to all the people around us and was too cute. Not only is baseball boring, it is also SLOW--we stayed over an hour and they only got through 2 innings. UGH. Here's a picture of us as we're leaving the game. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232363973442818722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SJ0XT8ScUqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tHHlrKhKgHA/s320/Arvest+Ballpark+8-8-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had my last day of work today. Woo Hoo! My office got me a gift certificate for several months at gymboree as a going away present. I was so excited. I had already planned on getting her involved in that &amp;amp; now I definitely will. I will definitely miss the people I worked with, just not the work. Picking Neely up from daycare for the last time was REALLY sad. These ladies just love her and I feel guilty taking her away from them. CRAZY--I already know. They gave her a sweet going away present too--some bath toys (they know how much she loves the water) and a framed picture of Neely and the teachers. So sweet. They also gave her a card with personal messages from the teachers. I just cried when I read the notes. Neely has truly been blessed to have them in her life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to write about John Edwards. The whole situation just makes me sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a final note--two days in a row...how bout that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-8662928357395626815?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8662928357395626815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=8662928357395626815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8662928357395626815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/8662928357395626815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/baseball-is-boring.html' title='Baseball is boring...'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SJ0XT8ScUqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tHHlrKhKgHA/s72-c/Arvest+Ballpark+8-8-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-4133703974331227661</id><published>2008-08-07T21:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:51:41.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Lots of great things have been going on in our lives lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first--tomorrow is my last day of being a working mom! I am so excited. Although I have loved my job (most of the time) the past four years, I have just not been excited about it since I came back from maternity leave. The company was so great to let me work part time, but I was still SO exhausted. Getting up at 5:30 is just not for me. I know that there will be some days that I will miss the people at the office, but I know that I am going to LOVE being at home with my baby girl. The only thing that makes me sad about quitting my job is taking Neely out of daycare. I know, it sounds crazy. But she loves it! I really do give daycare a lot of credit for her being such a happy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neely's 7 Month Portrait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231970420727780930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SJuxYKLUlkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pY-Y7myyYrw/s320/100_7663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neely is 8 months old now. I can't believe it. She's been very busy learning new things--she is babbling like crazy, scooting around on her behind, standing holding on to the furniture, and just started waving. Of course, I think she is just crazy cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad started a new job. Still a supplier for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart, but a small company that is based out of Colorado. So far it seems like a really great job with one exception. The company is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;environmentally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt;, so Brad has been trying to incorporate this into our household. One problem--I don't believe in recycling. Too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; trouble. Maybe I'll give in soon, but it's been fun listening to him explain over and over again how I can't "choose" to not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; in recycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more updates. Now that I'm going to be staying at home, I plan on doing lots more blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-4133703974331227661?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4133703974331227661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=4133703974331227661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4133703974331227661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/4133703974331227661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/SJuxYKLUlkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pY-Y7myyYrw/s72-c/100_7663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767238663753825394.post-6079208707892628936</id><published>2008-07-18T19:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:06:13.571-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starting Over'/><title type='text'>My first post...again</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm starting over. My first try at blogging was a complete failure.  Once I missed a few days, it was too hard to go back.  I decided it would be easier to pretend like my old blog never existed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I'm starting this blog to document what's going on in our lives for my friends and family that live far away.  Neely is getting so big.  She is seven and a half months now and is just so much fun.  My life completely revolves around this sweet little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767238663753825394-6079208707892628936?l=vestal-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6079208707892628936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767238663753825394&amp;postID=6079208707892628936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6079208707892628936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767238663753825394/posts/default/6079208707892628936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vestal-family.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-postagain.html' title='My first post...again'/><author><name>Amanda (McNeely) Vestal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01330736474880711576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nNSUgwgjOzk/S9o-s3vYODI/AAAAAAAAA_A/yNNQU24Ylcs/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
