<?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-639334064734796783</id><updated>2012-01-27T12:10:43.128-05:00</updated><category term='Maddie does'/><category term='Caden'/><category term='we&apos;re different'/><category term='monkeys'/><category term='fall fun'/><category term='grandparents day'/><category term='trips'/><category term='first wheels'/><category term='high chair'/><category term='Maddie waters'/><category term='Hobb&apos;s dying'/><category term='new baby'/><category term='song'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='birth'/><category term='field trip'/><category term='the bicycle'/><category term='Easter traditions'/><category term='favorite toys'/><category term='first snow'/><category term='fair'/><category term='hair'/><category term='the fair'/><category term='SWS'/><category term='Not Me Mondy'/><category term='insight'/><category term='preschool'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='grandchildren'/><category term='Tuesday Blog Hop'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='baking'/><category term='Abby Riggs'/><category term='Chuck E Cheese'/><category term='picnic'/><category term='Maddie&apos;s 3rd birthday/Friday Giveaway'/><category term='costumes'/><category term='Madison&apos;s driving'/><category term='pregnancy/birth'/><category term='doughnuts'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='giveaways'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='Cade'/><category term='Madison'/><category term='Junior'/><category term='Six Word Saturday'/><category term='first haircut'/><category term='new cousin'/><category term='Cade&apos;s beach experience'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='wisdon'/><category term='E-pa&apos;s truck'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='school'/><category term='Walt Disneyworld'/><category term='Monday'/><category term='learning to walk'/><category term='rain'/><category term='playing Wii'/><category term='Maddie&apos;s sick'/><category term='eating habits'/><category term='family traits'/><category term='lemon pound cake recipe'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='St. Patricks Day'/><category term='Cade&apos;s birthday'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='sleeping baby'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='baby phases; baby toys'/><category term='Christian Jack-o-lantern'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='Not Me'/><category term='snow'/><category term='baby nurseries'/><category term='bean bags'/><category term='park'/><category term='caption contest'/><title type='text'>MiMi's Mini Tales</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of "mini tales" written by a person referred to as "MiMi".  These little tales are the interesting, sometimes funny, little moments that "MiMi" witnesses in the everyday lives of her grandchildren as they are growing up.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>494</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-1637106186289910362</id><published>2012-01-25T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T08:14:45.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Was King of the World, When Daddy Let Me Drive..."</title><content type='html'>Our three-year-old grandson, Cade, received a new tractor for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;He hasn't stopped traveling since the day he learned how to drive it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't count the number of times I've heard the familiar "whine" of Cade's tractor outside in the yard. &amp;nbsp;He usually drives his tractor from his house to our house, then back home...if the battery holds out long enough. &amp;nbsp;His daddy is always walking or driving close behind him on these trips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Madison loves to take Cade's tractor for a spin around the yard, as well. &amp;nbsp;Between the two of them, sometimes the tractor is just too tired to make it home, but that's what car trunks are made for! &amp;nbsp;Sometimes we just load that tractor up and take it back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the short video clip below, Cade was just learning &amp;nbsp;his driving skills. &amp;nbsp;He's had lots of practice since then. &amp;nbsp;Of course, there have been a few "fender benders" along the way, including a "run in" with one of the pine trees in our yard..&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;Did I mention that&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Cade tends to like to drive in "high gear" most of the time. &amp;nbsp;(&lt;i&gt;I hope all of this isn't a glimpse into his future!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a small wagon attached behind&amp;nbsp;Cade's tractor. &amp;nbsp;Inside of that wagon, you will usually find three things. &amp;nbsp;(1) a small wooden box containing three "Thomas the Train" puzzles, (2) his "Key" (the little money/blanket that he's had since birth), and (3) a small stuffed "pound puppy" that looks like a hound, a gift from a friend. &amp;nbsp;Quite an assortment of cargo, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will pass, and the tractor--along with its interesting trailer cargo-- will eventually make way for other things, but for now, Cade thinks "he's king of the world, when his daddy lets him drive"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/waihXqKc9SA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-1637106186289910362?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1637106186289910362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=1637106186289910362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1637106186289910362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1637106186289910362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-was-king-of-world-when-daddy-let-me.html' title='&quot;I Was King of the World, When Daddy Let Me Drive...&quot;'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/waihXqKc9SA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-4325324165722272880</id><published>2012-01-22T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:20:08.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Having A Little Talk With Chase...</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, I was visiting with our newest grandson, Chase. &amp;nbsp;On that particular day, Chase was very alert, especially considering the fact that he was only two weeks old at the time! &amp;nbsp;I quickly grabbed my camera and video taped our "conversation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I published part two of my conversation with Chase, over on my other blog, "Reflections by Kathy". &amp;nbsp;Then I began thinking that I'd like to have the entire conversation published here on MiMi's Mini Tales. &amp;nbsp;Here's my entire little talk with Chase. &amp;nbsp;I haven't seen him this alert since that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to having some more "MiMi Talks" with Chase in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2Ppeuaiy574" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RFAUu6bvyhY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-4325324165722272880?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4325324165722272880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=4325324165722272880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/4325324165722272880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/4325324165722272880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2012/01/having-little-talk-with-chase.html' title='Having A Little Talk With Chase...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2Ppeuaiy574/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-28051757845042227</id><published>2012-01-17T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:00:03.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field trip'/><title type='text'>Maddie's Christmas Field Trip...</title><content type='html'>I want to take a moment here, and backtrack. &amp;nbsp;Somehow, in all of the Christmas shuffle, I neglected to post about the field trip that I recently attended with my granddaughter, Madison, and her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy Little Beavers preschool took a field trip to Savannah--the week before Christmas! &amp;nbsp;No wonder I neglected writing about it, huh? &amp;nbsp;I didn't know which end was up the week before Christmas, did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the students of the preschool and their&amp;nbsp;chaperons&amp;nbsp;traveled the fifty-five miles to Savannah, and met a local library there. &amp;nbsp;It was a very large, new library...completely solar powered, too! &amp;nbsp;Did I mention there was a tree in the middle of it?...It was a "fake" tree, but still it was an interesting sight to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3O89DY7IY8/TxRGCQ-mjhI/AAAAAAAABxU/xOzcBuIzsl8/s1600/Chase%2527s+birth+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3O89DY7IY8/TxRGCQ-mjhI/AAAAAAAABxU/xOzcBuIzsl8/s320/Chase%2527s+birth+001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quietly ushered into a room reserved for "story time". &amp;nbsp;After a few minutes, the library story teller began reading the children a few books, which they seemed to enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following story time, the students and&amp;nbsp;chaperons traveled next-door to the Savannah Mall for a fun ride on the Christmas train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zvM3pP_Hpb4/TxRGrwXZPKI/AAAAAAAABxc/8kxTVaG3ttM/s1600/Chase%2527s+birth+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zvM3pP_Hpb4/TxRGrwXZPKI/AAAAAAAABxc/8kxTVaG3ttM/s320/Chase%2527s+birth+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our last stop was to the Bass Pro Shop for a class photo with Santa Claus. &amp;nbsp;While we were at there, I asked Madison and my daughter to join me for a picture with Santa. &amp;nbsp;They did. &amp;nbsp;Here we are, 3 generations posing with Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s5pWkbo5H4Y/TxRHWaYmHoI/AAAAAAAABxk/gYfipR9SKEg/s1600/12-20-2011+1%253B50%253B18+PM+3+generations+with+Santa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s5pWkbo5H4Y/TxRHWaYmHoI/AAAAAAAABxk/gYfipR9SKEg/s320/12-20-2011+1%253B50%253B18+PM+3+generations+with+Santa.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the photo session with Santa, we were on our own for the rest of the day. &amp;nbsp;After grabbing some lunch at the Food Court, we did a little browsing at the mall, and let Madison play on the indoor playground for a bit before eventually heading for home. &amp;nbsp;Fun times, fun memories...I'm glad my daughter let me tag along! &amp;nbsp;Below is a video clip of the trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BSaBrLSg9Zo" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-28051757845042227?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/28051757845042227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=28051757845042227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/28051757845042227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/28051757845042227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2012/01/maddies-christmas-field-trip.html' title='Maddie&apos;s Christmas Field Trip...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3O89DY7IY8/TxRGCQ-mjhI/AAAAAAAABxU/xOzcBuIzsl8/s72-c/Chase%2527s+birth+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-4660883049665241924</id><published>2012-01-15T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T17:41:40.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Boots Are Made For Walking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZkO6Wqf_DU/TxNQoP1qQ-I/AAAAAAAABxM/ApPisEIpoqQ/s1600/January+2012+057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZkO6Wqf_DU/TxNQoP1qQ-I/AAAAAAAABxM/ApPisEIpoqQ/s320/January+2012+057.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A funny thing happened this week...On Wednesday, Madison and her mother had a big discussion about boots. &amp;nbsp;Although Madison has a pair of "Hello Kitty" rain boots, &amp;nbsp;she told her mother that she would like to have a pair of &amp;nbsp;black boots to wear to school--"like the ones other little girls at school wear" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Brandy explained to her daughter, that while some little girls may be wearing black suede boots in pre-K, she preferred that Madison wait until she's a little older before she got some. &amp;nbsp;Brandy prefers to dress Madison in more age-appropriate attire. &amp;nbsp;I'm a bit old-fashioned, and tend to think that way, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Madison went to visit her "Nana" after school. &amp;nbsp;Apparently, at some point, Madison had &amp;nbsp;expressed her desire for a pair of black boots to her paternal grandmother, as well-- hopefully before her discussion with her mother on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, on Friday evening, Madison came home wearing a pair of black suede boots--a gift from "Nana". &amp;nbsp;Oops!!! &amp;nbsp; Madison sure does love her black suede boots. &amp;nbsp;Her mom? &amp;nbsp;Not so much. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-4660883049665241924?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4660883049665241924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=4660883049665241924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/4660883049665241924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/4660883049665241924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2012/01/these-boots-are-made-for-walking.html' title='These Boots Are Made For Walking...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZkO6Wqf_DU/TxNQoP1qQ-I/AAAAAAAABxM/ApPisEIpoqQ/s72-c/January+2012+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-3553121906082244165</id><published>2012-01-06T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:18:17.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Prepare Song"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jYrovtNpjl4/Twb9hdYWvII/AAAAAAAABxE/NJ8Hk89SP3o/s1600/110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jYrovtNpjl4/Twb9hdYWvII/AAAAAAAABxE/NJ8Hk89SP3o/s320/110.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I discovered something new about grandson, Caden, this Christmas season! &amp;nbsp;I discovered that this little fellow knows how to sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade is very quiet most of the time. &amp;nbsp;He's a serious little boy, always concentrating on the task at hand--usually playing with a tractor or a train. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't spend much time on idle conversation when he's at my house, and he sure doesn't sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, out of the blue, Cade began singing "Joy To The World"! &amp;nbsp;I couldn't believe my ears, even though daughter, Brandy had told me Cade knew how to sing this song. &amp;nbsp;He sang every word beautifully, and was right on key! &amp;nbsp;I was impressed, and thrilled, that I finally got to hear it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that tiny little voice sing that song took me back nearly thirty years, to a time when Cade's daddy could sing "Amazing Grace" as good as any adult--and he was only two! &amp;nbsp;(&lt;i&gt;Such sweet memories&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may be wondering what all of this has to do with the title of this post. &amp;nbsp;Well, at first, &amp;nbsp;Cade didn't know what the title of the song was, so he referred to it as "The Prepare Song". &lt;i&gt;(from the line of the song that says, Let every heart, prepare &amp;nbsp;Him room...) &lt;/i&gt;and just&amp;nbsp; I love it!&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-3553121906082244165?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3553121906082244165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=3553121906082244165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3553121906082244165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3553121906082244165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2012/01/prepare-song.html' title='The &quot;Prepare Song&quot;...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jYrovtNpjl4/Twb9hdYWvII/AAAAAAAABxE/NJ8Hk89SP3o/s72-c/110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-3178826304193451489</id><published>2012-01-02T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:01:32.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011...</title><content type='html'>I have made such a mess of keeping up with two blogs! &amp;nbsp;These days I can hardly keep up with one blog, let alone two! &amp;nbsp;With the holidays, and all of the extra activities that go along with them, I've had other things on my mind lately. &amp;nbsp;I've been busy enjoying life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I simply couldn't let any more time pass without posting about Christmas with two of my favorite little people, Madison and Cade. &amp;nbsp;(&lt;i&gt;I have to say "two of" since I now have three favorite little people to write about!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade got lucky when his parents decided to let him have his Christmas gifts on Christmas Eve. &amp;nbsp;Ed and I got lucky, too, because we weren't busy in the kitchen, so we had time to go and watch Cade open some of his &amp;nbsp;gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVZg5L6Aj3M/TwJkIze7h8I/AAAAAAAABwM/9faBFc0p98E/s1600/Christmas+2011+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVZg5L6Aj3M/TwJkIze7h8I/AAAAAAAABwM/9faBFc0p98E/s320/Christmas+2011+067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade didn't need any help at all opening those packages this year, and--just like his dad used to do--he quickly threw aside any package containing clothing! &amp;nbsp;Cade's main present was a John Deere Turf Tractor, which he's learned to drive quite well since Christmas. &amp;nbsp;He's already made several trips from his house to ours on it! &amp;nbsp;He drives while his daddy walks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yXrjF-vPQ_4/TwJl35nn3oI/AAAAAAAABwY/pR_eRr0aiD8/s1600/Christmas+2011+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yXrjF-vPQ_4/TwJl35nn3oI/AAAAAAAABwY/pR_eRr0aiD8/s320/Christmas+2011+062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison called our house on Christmas morning to ask us to come over and see what Santa had brought her. The only problem was--she hadn't seen all of what Santa had brought herself! &amp;nbsp;She hadn't yet discovered the trampoline sitting outside of the front door! &amp;nbsp;I"m glad, because we got to see her face right after she discovered her present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_p6-bAImK8/TwJnW8V_46I/AAAAAAAABwk/D9S8SmqLNxk/s1600/Christmas+2011+077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_p6-bAImK8/TwJnW8V_46I/AAAAAAAABwk/D9S8SmqLNxk/s320/Christmas+2011+077.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That trampoline turned out to be the "hit" of the Christmas season! &amp;nbsp;Some young folks--and some who are only "young-at-heart"-- took turns jumping on the thing the entire day! &amp;nbsp;I had to remind my husband of his age, at one point, when he was threatening to turn a flip on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rbl_202IHso/TwJpc-TP7xI/AAAAAAAABww/1IwGP7C6vR0/s1600/Christmas+2011+084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rbl_202IHso/TwJpc-TP7xI/AAAAAAAABww/1IwGP7C6vR0/s320/Christmas+2011+084.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Madison also got some indoor toys from Santa, too, &amp;nbsp;which she proudly showed off for my camera. &amp;nbsp;One of her favorite indoor gifts turned out to be a video game. &amp;nbsp;Who knew? &amp;nbsp;I guess she takes after her daddy...he likes them, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things considered, I think the trampoline is the "all-time" favorite gift of everyone...It's over a week later, and they're still jumping! &amp;nbsp;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-93o31REpr5g/TwJswcQPRoI/AAAAAAAABw8/OkaerSc9dOY/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-93o31REpr5g/TwJswcQPRoI/AAAAAAAABw8/OkaerSc9dOY/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-3178826304193451489?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3178826304193451489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=3178826304193451489&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3178826304193451489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3178826304193451489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVZg5L6Aj3M/TwJkIze7h8I/AAAAAAAABwM/9faBFc0p98E/s72-c/Christmas+2011+067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-6494841789552604067</id><published>2011-12-27T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:57:13.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chase!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HD8qIugHOwY/TvqEwBFYnmI/AAAAAAAABwA/0wz5UkfLNy4/s1600/397280_10150456474066428_500191427_8904474_1007564821_nChase.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HD8qIugHOwY/TvqEwBFYnmI/AAAAAAAABwA/0wz5UkfLNy4/s320/397280_10150456474066428_500191427_8904474_1007564821_nChase.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He's here! &amp;nbsp;Chase Walker arrived this morning, December 27th, at 9:45 am. &amp;nbsp;He weighed in at 7 lbs. and 10 oz., and measured 21 1/2 inches long...Mother and &amp;nbsp;baby are doing fine, as are daddy and big brother, Caden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-6494841789552604067?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6494841789552604067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=6494841789552604067&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6494841789552604067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6494841789552604067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-chase.html' title='Happy Birthday Chase!'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HD8qIugHOwY/TvqEwBFYnmI/AAAAAAAABwA/0wz5UkfLNy4/s72-c/397280_10150456474066428_500191427_8904474_1007564821_nChase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-2157136886870271492</id><published>2011-12-21T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:53:17.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison Sings Rudolph...</title><content type='html'>Here is our 5-year-old granddaughter, Madison, singing "Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer"...Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z6ufNgpDOHM" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-2157136886870271492?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2157136886870271492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=2157136886870271492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2157136886870271492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2157136886870271492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/12/madison-sings-rudolph.html' title='Madison Sings Rudolph...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z6ufNgpDOHM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-1348371750641056706</id><published>2011-12-19T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:00:09.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Says Christmas Like...A Gingerbread Train!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2-dxhghq9w/Tu5OTNH1n-I/AAAAAAAABv0/HikT51igws8/s1600/394448_10150437902591428_500191427_8824681_891288091_nCade%2527s+g%2527bread+train.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2-dxhghq9w/Tu5OTNH1n-I/AAAAAAAABv0/HikT51igws8/s320/394448_10150437902591428_500191427_8824681_891288091_nCade%2527s+g%2527bread+train.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't these photos just warm the cockles of your heart? &amp;nbsp;They do mine...I borrowed them from Christina's (Cade's mom) Facebook page so I could share them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't around when this train decorating was going on, but I wish I'd been a fly on the wall--knowing how much Cade loves candy! &amp;nbsp;I'd be willing to bet that he ate about as many as he put on the train! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job, Christina and Cade! &amp;nbsp;I love your gingerbread train :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-1348371750641056706?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1348371750641056706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=1348371750641056706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1348371750641056706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1348371750641056706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/12/nothing-says-christmas-likea.html' title='Nothing Says Christmas Like...A Gingerbread Train!'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVlCGTwVVX4/Tu5OSfR5dfI/AAAAAAAABvs/mtEeF4BB23o/s72-c/390485_10150437902046428_500191427_8824678_1269666256_nCade+decorates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-8753454446555440695</id><published>2011-12-13T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:07:28.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About Madison's Fifth Birthday...</title><content type='html'>We all know that I've been rather&amp;nbsp;sporadic&amp;nbsp;in posting over here lately. &amp;nbsp;Today I was reminded that I neglected to post about Madison's 5th birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I didn't forget, I just never quite got around to it. &amp;nbsp;Madison's birthday got lost in the shuffle of posts about a visit to "The Pumpkin Patch", a trip to the fair, our Halloween Party, and trick-or-treat night. &amp;nbsp;Whew! No wonder I never got around to it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further delay, here is a post about Madison's birthday party which took place on October 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHHYvS6HEVE/TuedI5se3AI/AAAAAAAABvE/YymPv05qTXo/s1600/245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHHYvS6HEVE/TuedI5se3AI/AAAAAAAABvE/YymPv05qTXo/s320/245.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's our birthday girl with her "Tinkerbell" birthday cake! &amp;nbsp;I can't believe how "grown up" she is. &amp;nbsp;She's becoming quite a little lady (sometimes).&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/-RuUTTfffgUU/TuedWz42vsI/AAAAAAAABvM/lX-cGxm8_Ug/s1600/250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuUTTfffgUU/TuedWz42vsI/AAAAAAAABvM/lX-cGxm8_Ug/s320/250.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 here is a photo of Madison and Cade "cheesin' it up for the camera! &amp;nbsp;Those two are always up to something!&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/-saJ-Lybj4YE/Tuedmikqm5I/AAAAAAAABvU/7oQFBZF7fb0/s1600/294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saJ-Lybj4YE/Tuedmikqm5I/AAAAAAAABvU/7oQFBZF7fb0/s320/294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Madison had two cousins at her birthday party! &amp;nbsp;Madison's mom is holding new baby cousin, Gabriella. &amp;nbsp;Gabby just sat and watched this year, but just give her a year or two, and she'll be joining in the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison had hot dogs with all of the trimmings for her birthday meal, followed by cake and ice cream, of course! &amp;nbsp;She received an assortment of clothes and fun new toys as gifts. &amp;nbsp;I gave her a Strawberry Shortcake remote control car--her first remote control toy! &amp;nbsp;What a "hoot" that was, watching Madison steer the little car all over the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZtLb78O5WU/TuedqjnOuKI/AAAAAAAABvc/1FKLiPoFra0/s1600/297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZtLb78O5WU/TuedqjnOuKI/AAAAAAAABvc/1FKLiPoFra0/s320/297.JPG" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of her party, Madison followed her usual birthday tradition, by releasing five balloons into the sky--to symbolize her five years of life. &amp;nbsp;It's always a bit sad to me, watching those balloons float off into the heavens...I seem to find myself thinking...&lt;i&gt;another year gone already?! &amp;nbsp;My, they do pass quickly!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-8753454446555440695?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8753454446555440695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=8753454446555440695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8753454446555440695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8753454446555440695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/12/about-madisons-fifth-birthday.html' title='About Madison&apos;s Fifth Birthday...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHHYvS6HEVE/TuedI5se3AI/AAAAAAAABvE/YymPv05qTXo/s72-c/245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-5017031078840454205</id><published>2011-12-12T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:30:05.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To My Favorite Little Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0byb9tEnss/TuV3UPz-5yI/AAAAAAAABu8/est2iddhbOY/s1600/240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0byb9tEnss/TuV3UPz-5yI/AAAAAAAABu8/est2iddhbOY/s320/240.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly believe that three years have passed since this little boy entered our family as the first grandson. He's all boy and growing faster than a weed!  He still loves to collect rocks, ride tractors, play with trains, and work with his tools.  Oh, and he likes construction toys, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated his special day at our house on Sunday, with cake, ice cream, balloons, and tractors--just like he wanted! &amp;nbsp;He had a grand old time opening his birthday gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today is his actual birthday and he'll be having cupcakes with some of his best friends at his Aunt Lisa's&amp;nbsp;daycare.  Enjoy your second special day, Caden, and Happy Birthday to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-5017031078840454205?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5017031078840454205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=5017031078840454205&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5017031078840454205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5017031078840454205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-to-my-favorite-little.html' title='Happy Birthday To My Favorite Little Man!'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0byb9tEnss/TuV3UPz-5yI/AAAAAAAABu8/est2iddhbOY/s72-c/240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-1382818940661359832</id><published>2011-12-08T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T08:50:28.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddie's Full Of Poop...</title><content type='html'>Please forgive my lack of tack in choosing a title, but I just had to do it! &amp;nbsp;There is just no better way to say it. &amp;nbsp;It's what my daughter said to me when she called me with the results of Madison's doctor's visit...and I laughed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison went to the urologist this week for a consultation concerning the problems she's been having. &amp;nbsp;After checking her out and doing some tests, it's the doctor's opinion that Maddie is "full of poop"! &amp;nbsp;The doctor showed her parents the x-rays to prove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor went on to say that constipation is prevalent in little girls, and he sees many new patients each week experiencing the same problem (urine leakage) as Madison. &amp;nbsp;Although Madison poops regularly, apparently she needs to poop a lot more... &amp;nbsp;The key is to get Madison totally "cleaned out"&lt;i&gt; and keep her that way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Not an easy task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Brandy did both of the doctor's recommended procedures--with no results! &amp;nbsp;This child must be backed up and plugged with a cork! &amp;nbsp;We'll just have to wait and see what today brings...if anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm relieved to know that Maddie's problem isn't more serious. &amp;nbsp;I just hope she gets "things&amp;nbsp;moving" soon--and that her problems will be be resolved as a result! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castor oil, anyone? &amp;nbsp;Maybe our parents knew something that we don't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-1382818940661359832?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1382818940661359832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=1382818940661359832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1382818940661359832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1382818940661359832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/12/maddies-full-of-poop.html' title='Maddie&apos;s Full Of Poop...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7198887918543849123</id><published>2011-12-01T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T09:54:52.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of This and That...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPojrgWXcx0/TteVBnb4SvI/AAAAAAAABu0/c5QBwYbyoS4/s1600/165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPojrgWXcx0/TteVBnb4SvI/AAAAAAAABu0/c5QBwYbyoS4/s320/165.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waiting for some Thanksgiving turkey...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten so slack about posting over here that I am totally ashamed of myself. &amp;nbsp;The truth is, two blogs have just gotten to a bit more than I can deal with most days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a difficult year for me, health wise. &amp;nbsp;I haven't felt like writing or spending the time with the grandchildren that I normally do. &amp;nbsp;Life has somewhat passed me by a great deal of the time, and I feel sad about that. &amp;nbsp;Precious time is gone that can't be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of Madison's pending urinary problem, both children have been doing well, and are growing up so quickly. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I look at old photos and can hardly believe it's the same children. &amp;nbsp;Both grandchildren are blessed with good sets of parents, who take care of all of their needs. Praise the Lord for that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison is attending "Busy Beavers" preschool, while Caden and his parents are getting ready at their house for the arrival of a new baby later this month. &amp;nbsp;Only 26 days to go after today! &amp;nbsp;I haven't been to see all the changes they've made at their house yet, but I plan to visit soon. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to give Christina time to get everything in order. &amp;nbsp;If she's not ready by now, she should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison's house is all decorated for Christmas--with a grand total six trees! &amp;nbsp;I guess you could say my daughter loves Christmas as much as I do! &amp;nbsp;She has a living room full of Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Goofy, Tigger, and Pooh--among other things! &amp;nbsp;It looks like a child's Christmas paradise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden's mom usually goes all out decorating, too, but said she was scaling back this year because of the baby's birth at Christmas time. &amp;nbsp;She knew she wouldn't feel like taking everything down afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of the year gets a little "tricky" with the grandchildren. &amp;nbsp;While Madison's parents celebrate Christmas the traditional way, complete with a visit from "Santa"on Christmas eve, Caden's parents have chosen not to go the "Santa" route. &amp;nbsp;Caden receives Christmas gifts, but no visit from "Santa". &amp;nbsp;I respect that decision, but can't help but feel a bit sad for Caden. &amp;nbsp;Visits from "Santa" are among our family's favorite childhood memories, and Caden will never know that magic. &amp;nbsp;No letters to Santa, no milk and cookies left out, and no listening for the tapping of reindeer hoofs on the roof top...Oh to be a child again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what he wanted for Christmas the other day, Caden simply said, "A back hoe." &amp;nbsp;I laughed, and told him that we could use a good back hoe around here! &amp;nbsp;I don't know if he's getting a back hoe, but I do know he's getting a big green tractor--and I know he'll love that--no matter who gives it to him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7198887918543849123?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7198887918543849123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7198887918543849123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7198887918543849123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7198887918543849123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/12/bit-of-this-and-that.html' title='A Bit of This and That...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPojrgWXcx0/TteVBnb4SvI/AAAAAAAABu0/c5QBwYbyoS4/s72-c/165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-5366704967752301615</id><published>2011-11-28T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T07:24:37.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Madison has a appointment to see a urologist next week. &amp;nbsp;I always love how it seems to take forever to get in to see a "specialist". &amp;nbsp;In the meantime, she is feeling better. &amp;nbsp;Prayer is a wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back before long to update what is going on with everyone. &amp;nbsp;At the moment I'm decorating for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;Please visit again soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-5366704967752301615?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5366704967752301615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=5366704967752301615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5366704967752301615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5366704967752301615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/11/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7141967543663430464</id><published>2011-11-21T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T23:59:48.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Requesting Some Prayers For Maddie...</title><content type='html'>I haven't mentioned it before, but granddaughter, Madison, has been suffering with some urinary issues for a while now--including most of the month of November. &amp;nbsp;She's been to the pediatrician twice this month, and her problems still aren't resolved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who have ever had &amp;nbsp;urinary tract infection symptoms can probably relate to how Madison's been feeling. &amp;nbsp;She's been having a lot of urinary pain and discomfort off and on, and some leakage problems. &amp;nbsp;Nothing the pediatrician recommended has really helped, so he is referring Madison to a urologist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, could you please send up some prayers on Maddie's behalf--and for her parents, too? &amp;nbsp; You know it's equally tough on the parents when their child is having difficulties. &amp;nbsp;I hope and pray that all will find some answers and some relief soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Maddie...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-3098263582621335374</id><published>2011-11-20T23:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T23:39:44.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Little Helpers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilz8PVXTghk/TsnTCuYc8GI/AAAAAAAABus/1L_1YRh4yi0/s1600/283395_10150269829051428_500191427_7925609_8079944_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilz8PVXTghk/TsnTCuYc8GI/AAAAAAAABus/1L_1YRh4yi0/s320/283395_10150269829051428_500191427_7925609_8079944_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this just like a couple of "helpful" little boys? &amp;nbsp;Caden and his friend, Jayden, are taking time to work on mama's vacuum cleaner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went over to daughter-in-law, Christina's, Facebook page to borrow a different photograph, but when I saw this one, I just had to share it. &amp;nbsp;Christina managed to capture a "kodak moment", don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll be back soon to get caught up over here.. A lot has been going on with the little ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-3098263582621335374?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3098263582621335374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=3098263582621335374&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3098263582621335374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3098263582621335374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/11/mamas-little-helpers.html' title='Mama&apos;s Little Helpers...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilz8PVXTghk/TsnTCuYc8GI/AAAAAAAABus/1L_1YRh4yi0/s72-c/283395_10150269829051428_500191427_7925609_8079944_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7394669289162811017</id><published>2011-11-14T08:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:25:38.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have A Date...</title><content type='html'>We have a tentative birth date for "baby Chase"! &amp;nbsp;If all goes well, he will make his arrival on December 27, 2011! &amp;nbsp;That's only six weeks away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter-in-law, Christina, appears to handle pregnancy with ease. &amp;nbsp;She's currently in the middle of re-decorating two bedrooms in their home, as well as keeping up with two little boys under the age of 3, since she's currently babysitting, too! &amp;nbsp;Whew, it makes me tired just thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the busy holidays just around the corner, I'm sure time will pass quickly. &amp;nbsp;Before we know it, we'll have another new member of the family. &amp;nbsp;I can hardly wait to brush the cobwebbs off of my rocking chair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7394669289162811017?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7394669289162811017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7394669289162811017&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7394669289162811017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7394669289162811017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-have-date.html' title='We Have A Date...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-3835677201376726007</id><published>2011-11-06T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T23:26:15.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick-Or-Treat Night...</title><content type='html'>As we all know, last Monday was Halloween. &amp;nbsp;Let's just say, I'm running a bit behind in posting over here! &amp;nbsp;That's beside the point, so let's get on with the story... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live out in the country, so I don't get many "trick-or-treaters". &amp;nbsp;However, I know that I can always count on having at least two of them! &amp;nbsp;This year was no exception...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9KNCSKKPMc/TrdZORC-aWI/AAAAAAAABuA/b1JC3UdaMhA/s1600/407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9KNCSKKPMc/TrdZORC-aWI/AAAAAAAABuA/b1JC3UdaMhA/s320/407.JPG" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our first guest of the evening was granddaughter, Madison, who came dressed as "Dorothy" of The Wizard of Oz. &amp;nbsp;Madison made a perfect "Dorothy" with her dark pigtails! &amp;nbsp;I loved her ruby red slippers, too. &amp;nbsp;Little dog, "Toto", and his basket were just too cute, and really completed her ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NmtSs3ZLLDk/TrdZVe5S03I/AAAAAAAABuI/ziwEU0n_7N8/s1600/411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NmtSs3ZLLDk/TrdZVe5S03I/AAAAAAAABuI/ziwEU0n_7N8/s320/411.JPG" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our second visitor of the evening was grandson, Cade, who came dressed as a "handyman". &amp;nbsp;Cade looked ready to fix anything with his box of tools at his side! &amp;nbsp;He was so cute in his work boots and &amp;nbsp;handyman outfit! &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, Cade wasn't in the mood to pose for pictures when he stopped by! &amp;nbsp;He had a cute yellow hard &amp;nbsp; hat, too, but no way could we get him to wear it for a photograph! &amp;nbsp;Sometimes he reminds me so much of his daddy...but that's a story for another time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm told that both children had a great time trick-or-treating. I"m sure both got plenty of "treats", too. &amp;nbsp;In fact, they almost had a bag full when they left my house--from me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/639334064734796783-3835677201376726007?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3835677201376726007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=3835677201376726007&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3835677201376726007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3835677201376726007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/11/trick-or-treat-night.html' title='Trick-Or-Treat Night...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9KNCSKKPMc/TrdZORC-aWI/AAAAAAAABuA/b1JC3UdaMhA/s72-c/407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-6744059305184795081</id><published>2011-10-30T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:11:05.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madison'/><title type='text'>Madison Visits The Fair...2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3-iIWTL0-o/Tq4KkfUVVsI/AAAAAAAABt4/NPhmik0CIOA/s1600/Oct.+2011+116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3-iIWTL0-o/Tq4KkfUVVsI/AAAAAAAABt4/NPhmik0CIOA/s320/Oct.+2011+116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fair was in nearby Statesboro last weekend. &amp;nbsp;On Saturday afternoon, Madison's parents surprised her with a trip to the fair on the day before her birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happened that my husband, Ed, and I were going to Statesboro to do a little bit of shopping that day. &amp;nbsp;We decided to take a little detour from our shopping, so we could watch Madison ride a few rides at the fair. &amp;nbsp;I know that opportunities like these will become scarce as Madison continues to grow older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QrdDTNxrzMk/Tq4KYTPkZOI/AAAAAAAABto/-3Ovo3LPcUs/s1600/Oct.+2011+104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QrdDTNxrzMk/Tq4KYTPkZOI/AAAAAAAABto/-3Ovo3LPcUs/s320/Oct.+2011+104.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison started out riding some of the smaller kiddie rides. &amp;nbsp;She rode a few of those and enjoyed them, but soon she wanted to move on to "bigger and better" (in her opinion) rides. &amp;nbsp;I remembered her feeling the same way last year, too, but she wasn't tall enough to ride most of the bigger rides then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VX3guWL0NXg/Tq4KeNu1HUI/AAAAAAAABtw/SP5v6nrgyGk/s1600/Oct.+2011+108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VX3guWL0NXg/Tq4KeNu1HUI/AAAAAAAABtw/SP5v6nrgyGk/s320/Oct.+2011+108.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little surprised when Madison chose to ride "the swings". &amp;nbsp;This was one amusement ride that always intimidated me as a child, but it didn't seem to phase Madison a bit. &amp;nbsp;In fact, she had a great big grin on her face every time she came flying by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHnkyuzW3os/Tq4KSXtan2I/AAAAAAAABtg/8PVCrhUgtyI/s1600/Oct.+2011+103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHnkyuzW3os/Tq4KSXtan2I/AAAAAAAABtg/8PVCrhUgtyI/s320/Oct.+2011+103.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Madison had surely lost her mind when she looked at this ride, known as "The Crazy Mouse", and said that she wanted to ride it. &amp;nbsp;We weren't even sure she was tall enough! &amp;nbsp;It turned out that Madison was tall enough, and she earned &amp;nbsp;my respect when she endured a ride on "The Crazy Mouse"--the day before her fifth birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll ever have another opportunity to attend the fair with Madison or not, but I learned one thing this year. &amp;nbsp;She will ride just about anything that moves! &amp;nbsp;What a girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-6744059305184795081?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6744059305184795081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=6744059305184795081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6744059305184795081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6744059305184795081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/madison-visits-fair2011.html' title='Madison Visits The Fair...2011'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3-iIWTL0-o/Tq4KkfUVVsI/AAAAAAAABt4/NPhmik0CIOA/s72-c/Oct.+2011+116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-1511257087174808672</id><published>2011-10-26T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T10:24:05.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Citizens Of Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5bJL41L88Wg/TqgW1ksHQ2I/AAAAAAAABtQ/aGzp4PP9WNM/s1600/294888_2459112678628_1276480008_2939331_730355389_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5bJL41L88Wg/TqgW1ksHQ2I/AAAAAAAABtQ/aGzp4PP9WNM/s320/294888_2459112678628_1276480008_2939331_730355389_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Madison Elizabeth...approximate age at the time of this photo, 4 years, 10 months&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/-y4SfD6TUHsY/TqgW2AkcYBI/AAAAAAAABtY/tYrgNBGSSvw/s1600/308123_10150317973901428_500191427_8312069_1508378555_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4SfD6TUHsY/TqgW2AkcYBI/AAAAAAAABtY/tYrgNBGSSvw/s320/308123_10150317973901428_500191427_8312069_1508378555_n.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caden Wesley...approximate age at the time of this photo, 2 years and 8 months old&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/639334064734796783-1511257087174808672?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1511257087174808672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=1511257087174808672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1511257087174808672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1511257087174808672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/citizens-of-tomorrow.html' title='Citizens Of Tomorrow...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5bJL41L88Wg/TqgW1ksHQ2I/AAAAAAAABtQ/aGzp4PP9WNM/s72-c/294888_2459112678628_1276480008_2939331_730355389_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-6193900741755985688</id><published>2011-10-25T08:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:13:02.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OF3RC4ALGs8/TqYle4OITAI/AAAAAAAABsY/3PMh_hYFtDU/s1600/Oct.+2011+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OF3RC4ALGs8/TqYle4OITAI/AAAAAAAABsY/3PMh_hYFtDU/s320/Oct.+2011+021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bright and early last Friday morning, Madison's school, known as "Busy Beavers Preschool," went on a field trip to the pumpkin patch at Poppell&amp;nbsp;Farms. &amp;nbsp;Finding the farm was a bit challenging, and we missed a couple of turn-offs. &amp;nbsp;Eventually, we found the place, and what did we see when we got there? &amp;nbsp;Lots of pumpkins, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSICAtI55HE/TqYltRxFDJI/AAAAAAAABsg/xy3XlBkdcV8/s1600/Oct.+2011+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSICAtI55HE/TqYltRxFDJI/AAAAAAAABsg/xy3XlBkdcV8/s320/Oct.+2011+026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The next thing we saw on our guided tour were catfish--some really large, and really hungry catfish! &amp;nbsp;The fish were not shy at all about coming to the edge of the water to claim their breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UX8AaL_R0E/TqYlwiAWHJI/AAAAAAAABso/QwttK5YkTOg/s1600/Oct.+2011+040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UX8AaL_R0E/TqYlwiAWHJI/AAAAAAAABso/QwttK5YkTOg/s320/Oct.+2011+040.JPG" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our tour of the farm continued, we saw an assortment of farm animals, including pigs, cows, rabbits, goats, chickens, and more. &amp;nbsp;I was captivated by the "fan tailed" pigeons, who resembled birds with turkey tails! &amp;nbsp;I'd never seen one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G57XWZHxhIs/TqYl4R3QP3I/AAAAAAAABsw/JDkjUC9NiSM/s1600/Oct.+2011+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G57XWZHxhIs/TqYl4R3QP3I/AAAAAAAABsw/JDkjUC9NiSM/s320/Oct.+2011+049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I also thought "Elvis" the donkey was interesting. &amp;nbsp;I hand fed him, and wondered why in the world these folks named their donkey "Elvis". &amp;nbsp;He stood patiently beside the food dispenser waiting for the next "hand out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNOMsMzp528/TqYl-eMy4bI/AAAAAAAABs4/hKofUeL9Cv8/s1600/Oct.+2011+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNOMsMzp528/TqYl-eMy4bI/AAAAAAAABs4/hKofUeL9Cv8/s320/Oct.+2011+059.JPG" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Soon we boarded a very large hayride which took us to "The Pumpkin Patch". &amp;nbsp;It was the largest hayride I'd ever seen. &amp;nbsp;There were six or seven very long trailers linked together behind a very large tractor! &lt;br /&gt;We listened to some "foot stomping" music on the way to the patch, and were invited to sing along with our hostess. &amp;nbsp;Once we arrived at the patch, each of us was allowed to pick out the pumpkin of our choice to take home with us, and pose for pictures beside a fall display located in the patch. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes Charlie Brown and friends can be seen standing among the pumpkins, but there was no sign of him or his friends on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3-P_nQiG38/TqYmDYo5TsI/AAAAAAAABtA/Q6cVefxcJd4/s1600/Oct.+2011+073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3-P_nQiG38/TqYmDYo5TsI/AAAAAAAABtA/Q6cVefxcJd4/s320/Oct.+2011+073.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After choosing our pumpkins,then taking a few pictures, we rode the hayride back to the farm. &amp;nbsp;The children were then allowed free time to play on several pieces of fun equipment. &amp;nbsp;This contraption was Madison's favorite. &amp;nbsp;It was an air filled floor that the children could jump on. &amp;nbsp;It was a low-to-the-ground type of trampoline made to&amp;nbsp;accommodate&amp;nbsp;lots of kids at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-luq5cJsNB7A/TqYmG5olE8I/AAAAAAAABtI/yhUSFZMLA9c/s1600/Oct.+2011+084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-luq5cJsNB7A/TqYmG5olE8I/AAAAAAAABtI/yhUSFZMLA9c/s320/Oct.+2011+084.JPG" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There were lots of scenic places to have your picture taken. &amp;nbsp;I liked this spot, among several others, and asked Madison to pose for me. &amp;nbsp;She reluctantly posed ( for about the 13th time) &amp;nbsp;while wearing her new t-shirt from the farm's gift shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed going along on Madison's school field trip, and it was my first visit to a pumpkin patch--ever! &amp;nbsp;I guess it just goes to show...you're never too old! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*For a better look, just click on the photos to enlarge them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-6193900741755985688?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6193900741755985688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=6193900741755985688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6193900741755985688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6193900741755985688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OF3RC4ALGs8/TqYle4OITAI/AAAAAAAABsY/3PMh_hYFtDU/s72-c/Oct.+2011+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-2811924143585616768</id><published>2011-10-24T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:21:45.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Some Quality Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gz1HC7TXzAM/TqVwnxojUTI/AAAAAAAABsQ/NUL7AfY30FM/s1600/261456_10150211059541428_500191427_7586791_5327086_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gz1HC7TXzAM/TqVwnxojUTI/AAAAAAAABsQ/NUL7AfY30FM/s320/261456_10150211059541428_500191427_7586791_5327086_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to spend a little "quality time" with grandson, Caden, last week, while his mama packed for their trip. &amp;nbsp;It was a quiet morning with just him and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden is usually very busy and very quiet. &amp;nbsp;However, on this particular morning, he was very talkative, and I enjoyed listening to his chatter. &amp;nbsp;I don't get the opportunity to do that nearly enough. &amp;nbsp;He's usually off with Madison, or just playing quietly by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden and I spent some time feeding and talking with my parakeet, "Tweety", then we spent lots of time playing in the floor together. &amp;nbsp;It's always a good day when I'm able to get down on the floor and play! &amp;nbsp;I think Caden was amused by this because I don't often do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed playing with the new car wash/gas station that I found in my toy closet. &amp;nbsp;I'd bought the toy several months ago, but put it aside until Caden got older. &amp;nbsp;I was having a little trouble getting the toy assembled, and Caden quickly told me &lt;i&gt;"my mama could do it!"&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;I got tickled when he said that. Ha! &amp;nbsp;He's right, she's quite handy--me? &amp;nbsp;Not so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our morning ended after much "floor play", watching three episodes of "Chuck and Friends", and taking a tour of my husband's tractor equipment! &amp;nbsp;I've never seen a nearly three-year-old get so excited over a plow, a set of harrows, and a water tank! &amp;nbsp;Perhaps we have a future farmer among us. &amp;nbsp;Only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I prepared to take Caden home, I asked if he'd like to take the new toy car wash home with him. &amp;nbsp;Oddly enough, he refused to take it. &amp;nbsp;Instead he wanted to take the two mini tractors, of which he has duplicates at home. &amp;nbsp;Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*photo borrowed from Christina's FB page&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-2811924143585616768?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2811924143585616768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=2811924143585616768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2811924143585616768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2811924143585616768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/spending-some-quality-time.html' title='Spending Some Quality Time...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gz1HC7TXzAM/TqVwnxojUTI/AAAAAAAABsQ/NUL7AfY30FM/s72-c/261456_10150211059541428_500191427_7586791_5327086_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-5179272975076577653</id><published>2011-10-13T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:25:27.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swingin'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twCzPJj__tk/Tpb-ABTErBI/AAAAAAAABsI/H5Fe_cKZ1co/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twCzPJj__tk/Tpb-ABTErBI/AAAAAAAABsI/H5Fe_cKZ1co/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is an old country music song, made popular many years ago, called &lt;i&gt;Swingin'&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It was originally recorded and made famous by John Anderson. &amp;nbsp;That song is what comes to mind whenever I look at this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the highlight of the week for these two is when Cade's daddy starts them "swingin". &amp;nbsp;Nobody can do it quite like Brett does--and these two will quickly tell you that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett holds down the leg of the swing set with one arm, and swings them into orbit with the other! &amp;nbsp;They absolutely love it. &amp;nbsp;The squeals of laughter and delight resemble those you would hear coming from an amusement ride! &amp;nbsp;The sounds resonate over the entire yard, and into our houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us cringe and silently hold our breath as we watch the two children hurling back and forth at warp speed, but the three "kids" at the swing set are oblivious to anything except having fun. &amp;nbsp;I guess it's good that there is at least one "kid at heart" among the rest of us "old poops"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure...I'll bet "swingin" will always be remembered as an &lt;i&gt;awesome time&lt;/i&gt; in the minds of these children--but only when Brett was doing the pushing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/07_rnlBezQg" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-5179272975076577653?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5179272975076577653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=5179272975076577653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5179272975076577653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5179272975076577653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/swingin.html' title='Swingin&apos;...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twCzPJj__tk/Tpb-ABTErBI/AAAAAAAABsI/H5Fe_cKZ1co/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-5354110926763767180</id><published>2011-10-12T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T11:05:15.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Moments Of Maddie With Her Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTAmEnh0F9U/TpWrhopZ1zI/AAAAAAAABrw/w8mmTCm3Wgo/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTAmEnh0F9U/TpWrhopZ1zI/AAAAAAAABrw/w8mmTCm3Wgo/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eAgdfgxHqnU/TpWrtl-juoI/AAAAAAAABr4/gJSejQbxyjM/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eAgdfgxHqnU/TpWrtl-juoI/AAAAAAAABr4/gJSejQbxyjM/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKBAZe_9En4/TpWr9HUdZ-I/AAAAAAAABsA/mu8Dw1qW29o/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKBAZe_9En4/TpWr9HUdZ-I/AAAAAAAABsA/mu8Dw1qW29o/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that one picture is worth a thousand words...I just had to share these. &amp;nbsp;The saga of Maddie and her Halloween friend continues. &amp;nbsp;She'll laugh about this one day. (I hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-5354110926763767180?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5354110926763767180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=5354110926763767180&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5354110926763767180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5354110926763767180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/stolen-moments-of-maddie-with-her.html' title='Stolen Moments Of Maddie With Her Friend...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTAmEnh0F9U/TpWrhopZ1zI/AAAAAAAABrw/w8mmTCm3Wgo/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7432274089218213588</id><published>2011-10-10T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T12:30:44.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reuniting With An Old Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HB_898uRB44/TJvjHpNFLBI/AAAAAAAABOM/RNwW_kzZQys/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HB_898uRB44/TJvjHpNFLBI/AAAAAAAABOM/RNwW_kzZQys/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that white plastic ghost in the baby swing? &amp;nbsp;I bought it as a gift for my daughter, Brandy, many years ago. &amp;nbsp;Brandy had recently moved out, and was living on her own. &amp;nbsp;She didn't have much money left to spend after paying her bills, so sometimes I'd buy her a few decorations around the holidays. &amp;nbsp; This ghost was one of those decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, when Brandy brought out the old ghost for Halloween, her daughter, Madison, became quite attached to it. &amp;nbsp;She carried it all around the yard and pretended that it was her best friend. &amp;nbsp;We found this so amusing, that I took a photo and blogged about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qf4VMvVnc88/TpMbhVyZ4gI/AAAAAAAABrs/n08VwvmOtfY/s1600/132+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qf4VMvVnc88/TpMbhVyZ4gI/AAAAAAAABrs/n08VwvmOtfY/s320/132+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Brandy got out the Halloween decorations again. &amp;nbsp;Nothing has changed! &amp;nbsp;Madison grabbed the old ghost and off the two of them went! &amp;nbsp;They played on the swings, they slid down the sliding board, and Madison even drop-kicked the poor old ghost a few times. &amp;nbsp;We had to caution her about being so rough with her "friend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison's mom captured the above photo while the "friends" were resting...Isn't it wonderful to know that some friendships can withstand the test of time--and being packed away in a box?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7432274089218213588?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7432274089218213588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7432274089218213588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7432274089218213588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7432274089218213588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/reuniting-with-old-friend.html' title='Reuniting With An Old Friend...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HB_898uRB44/TJvjHpNFLBI/AAAAAAAABOM/RNwW_kzZQys/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7430792981912543736</id><published>2011-10-06T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T16:05:26.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Mother, Like Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kewG0ynhvg/To4JmEnTKTI/AAAAAAAABro/Sv6S_4xI1_I/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kewG0ynhvg/To4JmEnTKTI/AAAAAAAABro/Sv6S_4xI1_I/s320/008.JPG" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madison, Brandy, and Me (on Brandy's recent b'day)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here in southeastern Georgia has been near perfect this week, so "us girls" (my daughter, granddaughter,Madison, and me) have been trying to spend some time outside each day. &amp;nbsp;Madison walks over to my house to get me after lunch each day, then we all spend an hour or two sitting under the shade trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today whenever Madison and I reached the chairs under the trees, Brandy handed us each a piece of Dove chocolate. &amp;nbsp;She said her father-in-law had given a bag of the chocolate to her, and she wanted to share some of it with us. &amp;nbsp;She and I then began discussing how much we loved Dove chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the three of us sat savoring the smooth, tasty chocolate, Madison spoke up and said, "Oooh, this is so good! &amp;nbsp;That's why I have to&amp;nbsp;sneak&amp;nbsp;some!" &amp;nbsp;Brandy and I looked at each other... Then we asked Madison what she did with her candy wrappers from the "sneaked" chocolates, and she said she put them in the trash. &amp;nbsp;We both laughed, because we both remembered something from years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, there was once another little girl, about 30 years ago, who loved Hershey's kisses...She &amp;nbsp;loved them so much that she " just had to sneak some" . But this little girl didn't put her candy wrappers in the trash, instead she hid the papers behind the couch (a pile of them), and she eventually got caught when her mother moved the couch! &amp;nbsp;Whenever she got caught, she was punished for stealing the candy. &amp;nbsp;It was one of the few times that Brandy ever got into trouble, so we still remember it vividly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Brandy and said,"Like mother, like daughter!" , then I quickly added, "but at least she was smart enough to put her papers in the trash." &amp;nbsp;To which Brandy replied, "Yeah, but she wasn't smart enough not to tell on herself!" &amp;nbsp;To that, I had no reply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7430792981912543736?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7430792981912543736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7430792981912543736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7430792981912543736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7430792981912543736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/like-mother-like-daughter.html' title='Like Mother, Like Daughter'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kewG0ynhvg/To4JmEnTKTI/AAAAAAAABro/Sv6S_4xI1_I/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-6060943666379628039</id><published>2011-10-03T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T08:49:32.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes...</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive and kicking, although somewhat missing in action over here. &amp;nbsp;I guess my age is beginning to catch up with me, as I don't seem to be able to juggle quite as many things these days! &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, some things just have to go undone, and sometimes it's this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did remember to write that Madison successfully gave up sucking her fingers, and she managed to do it in just a few days! &amp;nbsp;I was so proud of her--and impressed! &amp;nbsp;She enjoyed her reward this past Saturday, when she and her family attended Disney On Ice. &amp;nbsp;Madison's mom reported that the show was fantastic, and that the entire family enjoyed it very much. &amp;nbsp;They took some pictures, but I haven't seen them yet. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade continues to grow, has learned to play by himself. &amp;nbsp;I love watching his imagination at work. &amp;nbsp;He sits in the floor by himself, and talks with his toys &amp;nbsp;He scoops, and mows the rug--and borrows the decorative rocks out of MiMi's fountain. &amp;nbsp;He continues to love trains, tractors, and trucks, but seems to have the most fun exploring the great outdoors! &amp;nbsp;Nothing seems to be more fun than tossing rocks into my barrel fountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unborn baby Chase is growing like a weed. &amp;nbsp;He's been making his mom uncomfortable, and keeping her awake at night. &amp;nbsp;They sure start doing this early, don't they? &amp;nbsp;Christina says she does her best sleeping on the couch lately. I've been there, and done that myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Brett and Christina officially cleaned out their third bedroom, which was formerly used for storage and as Brett's "man cave". &amp;nbsp;The couple purchased a storage house for their "extras", and as for Brett's man cave...well, soon there won't be much time for such a thing anyway! &amp;nbsp;Lots of changes going on in Cade's household, for sure, but they are all changes of the very best kind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-6060943666379628039?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6060943666379628039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=6060943666379628039&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6060943666379628039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6060943666379628039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/10/changes.html' title='Changes...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-1570767678498697555</id><published>2011-09-28T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:59:27.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prize Box...</title><content type='html'>&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zOQ0I-HweM/ToMyShUTBiI/AAAAAAAABrg/n7QMBlsvSKU/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zOQ0I-HweM/ToMyShUTBiI/AAAAAAAABrg/n7QMBlsvSKU/s320/048.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the play area at school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison is progressing nicely&amp;nbsp;in school.&amp;nbsp; She LOVES going!&amp;nbsp; In fact, she's sort of sad when it's not a school day.&amp;nbsp; She has a hard time figuring out what to do with herself.&amp;nbsp; She still wants to rise and shine at a ridiculous hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're pleased that she is apparently on her best behavior at school.&amp;nbsp; Every day she has been receiving a piece of candy as a reward for good behavior.&amp;nbsp; On Fridays, the students who have been on their best behavior for the entire week, get to choose something from "The Prize Box".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly what all is&amp;nbsp;in the prize box, but one week Madison came home with an Easter prize, then&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;following week she had a Christmas prize.&amp;nbsp; Last Friday she brought home the most unusual prize so far!&amp;nbsp; It was a Snack Pack pudding cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison was at her Nana's house for lunch&amp;nbsp;after school on Friday. After lunch, she announced that she had a&amp;nbsp;dessert in her bookbag!&amp;nbsp; Sure enough, there tucked among the school papers was&amp;nbsp;the cup of pudding that&amp;nbsp;she had chosen as her weekly prize.&amp;nbsp; She enjoyed every delicious spoonful, I'm sure!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you top that?&amp;nbsp; I can hardly wait to see...By the way, in case you haven't guessed, &amp;nbsp;Madison loves&amp;nbsp;pudding!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-1570767678498697555?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1570767678498697555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=1570767678498697555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1570767678498697555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1570767678498697555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/09/prize-box.html' title='The Prize Box...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zOQ0I-HweM/ToMyShUTBiI/AAAAAAAABrg/n7QMBlsvSKU/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-6627325811148318962</id><published>2011-09-26T06:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T06:04:00.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Boy Enjoys Big Boy Toys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm2-mo1w3rs/Tn-lrQdXLUI/AAAAAAAABrc/ShGAYGtB7FA/s1600/321141_10150301836331428_500191427_8218233_1434241359_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm2-mo1w3rs/Tn-lrQdXLUI/AAAAAAAABrc/ShGAYGtB7FA/s320/321141_10150301836331428_500191427_8218233_1434241359_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cade's mom snapped this photo on a recent trip to Lowes.&amp;nbsp; I laughed out loud when I saw it!&amp;nbsp; Christina commented that Cade loves Lowes as much as he loves Toys R Us.&amp;nbsp; From the look on his face, I'm inclined to agree with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if&amp;nbsp;Cade will be this excited over a lawnmower in a dozen more years....If he follows in his daddy's footsteps, the answer will be a definite NO!&amp;nbsp; We can always hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-6627325811148318962?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6627325811148318962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=6627325811148318962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6627325811148318962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6627325811148318962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-little-boy-enjoys-big-boy-toys.html' title='Our Little Boy Enjoys Big Boy Toys...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm2-mo1w3rs/Tn-lrQdXLUI/AAAAAAAABrc/ShGAYGtB7FA/s72-c/321141_10150301836331428_500191427_8218233_1434241359_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-4967451954632989042</id><published>2011-09-21T14:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:27:19.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who Used To Be Small...</title><content type='html'>Seeing those 4D pictures of Baby Chase the other day, reminded me so much of a little baby boy named Caden! I'd almost forgotten how tiny Cade used to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found this little movie on my computer! Seeing this little clip of video brought back some very happy memories of some special times! I can't help but wonder if baby Chase will love this toy as much as Caden did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UUSXR24fjaw" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-4967451954632989042?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4967451954632989042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=4967451954632989042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/4967451954632989042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/4967451954632989042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/09/look-who-used-to-be-small.html' title='Look Who Used To Be Small...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UUSXR24fjaw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-1681448218045373230</id><published>2011-09-19T14:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:09:58.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sneek Peak At Baby Chase...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ADJ67MgM_Q/Tnfn0BmOkdI/AAAAAAAABrY/62hBR_kzN18/s1600/Chase%2527s+sonogram+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258px" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ADJ67MgM_Q/Tnfn0BmOkdI/AAAAAAAABrY/62hBR_kzN18/s320/Chase%2527s+sonogram+.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was a special day for this MiMi.&amp;nbsp; Daughter-in-law, Christina, had a doctor's appointment this morning, and she invited me to go&amp;nbsp;along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to drink that yucky sweet orange stuff, then have her blood drawn to check for gestational diabetes.&amp;nbsp; She also had a 4D ultrasound done, which is why she invited me along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never witnessed a 4D ultrasound before, so I was very excited.&amp;nbsp; My excitement peaked when I looked up at the television screen and saw the first images of&amp;nbsp;little baby Chase.&amp;nbsp; Even though I've seen sonogram pictures, and a dvd of&amp;nbsp;Christina's last ultrasound, seeing&amp;nbsp;the baby&amp;nbsp;on tv, in 4D, really made reality set in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first&amp;nbsp;little Chase&amp;nbsp;was doubled up, with his legs in front of his face!&amp;nbsp; Ouch!&amp;nbsp; That looked very uncomfortable!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I guess the yucky sweet stuff finally&amp;nbsp;got to him, in the middle of the ultrasound, because suddenly&amp;nbsp;he started jumping all around!&amp;nbsp; At one point, he had a loop of cord around his knee, then he showed his "manly parts"!&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;He's definitely a boy!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In one picture he even&amp;nbsp;appears to be resting his chin on the bottom of&amp;nbsp;his&amp;nbsp;foot!&amp;nbsp; What a show he put on for us, and we enjoyed every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The technician was able to get some good pictures, and it appears that Chase bears a strong resemblance to his big brother, Caden!&amp;nbsp; Christina says&amp;nbsp;his cheeks appear a little fuller than Caden's were, but the nose and forehead definitely&amp;nbsp;look the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina's sister was also&amp;nbsp;there for the ultrasound, and we both agreed--seeing baby&amp;nbsp;Chase just&amp;nbsp;made us want to hold him that much &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Only ninety-something more days to go, and we'll get our wish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-1681448218045373230?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1681448218045373230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=1681448218045373230&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1681448218045373230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1681448218045373230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/09/sneek-peak-at-baby-chase.html' title='A Sneek Peak At Baby Chase...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ADJ67MgM_Q/Tnfn0BmOkdI/AAAAAAAABrY/62hBR_kzN18/s72-c/Chase%2527s+sonogram+.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-2203223474518526076</id><published>2011-09-15T09:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:12:55.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Going To School and Lovin' It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-262VRROpwa4/TnFLB2_VOeI/AAAAAAAABrU/vvrx1Qyczvw/s1600/016+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-262VRROpwa4/TnFLB2_VOeI/AAAAAAAABrU/vvrx1Qyczvw/s320/016+%25282%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to report that Madison is really enjoying going to school.&amp;nbsp; In fact, she seems almost bored when she's at home now.&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad that she looks forward to school each day.&amp;nbsp; Her mother sure&amp;nbsp;didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison's&amp;nbsp;teacher happens to be the daughter of my second cousin, which makes the two of&amp;nbsp;them distant cousins.&amp;nbsp; How about that!&amp;nbsp; Her&amp;nbsp;name is "Miss Bridget".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The teacher is also the age of our youngest son, Brad.&amp;nbsp; Man, I'm feeling old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I commented to Brandy&amp;nbsp;how Madison is beginning to lose her "babyish" looks, and is beginning to look more like a young girl.&amp;nbsp; Oh this makes me sad...I'm not ready for her to grow up, but grow up&amp;nbsp;she must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally&amp;nbsp;different note, there is something very&amp;nbsp;interesting about the above photograph.&amp;nbsp; Growing in the flowerbed, directly behind Madison, is a watermelon vine, with a large watermelon growing on it!&amp;nbsp; The vine sprang up from the&amp;nbsp;seeds of a watermelon eaten earlier in the summer.&amp;nbsp; September watermelon...now there's a&amp;nbsp;strange concept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-2203223474518526076?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2203223474518526076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=2203223474518526076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2203223474518526076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2203223474518526076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/09/shes-going-to-school-and-lovin-it.html' title='She&apos;s Going To School and Lovin&apos; It...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-262VRROpwa4/TnFLB2_VOeI/AAAAAAAABrU/vvrx1Qyczvw/s72-c/016+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-2971092732239286454</id><published>2011-09-14T10:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:21:07.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparent's Day Surprises...</title><content type='html'>I never remember when Grandparent's Day is, but Madison and Cade do--thanks to their thoughtful mothers.  For the past several years, the children have surprised Ed and me with delightful and thoughtful gifts.  This year was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr3STbM4bQo/TnCuJC3xHrI/AAAAAAAABrM/-EE8EgLNnr0/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr3STbM4bQo/TnCuJC3xHrI/AAAAAAAABrM/-EE8EgLNnr0/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Madison brought us a hand-decorated gift bag filled with all sorts of items.&amp;nbsp; Each item in the bag represented something.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, there was&amp;nbsp;a clock to remind us that time passes quickly, so we should enjoy every minute (&lt;em&gt;we've learned that lesson all too well),&lt;/em&gt; a candle to remind us that we&amp;nbsp;are the light of our grandchildren's eyes&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;some&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Starburst candy for&amp;nbsp;an extra burst of energy when we wear out, but the grand kids don't!&amp;nbsp; So thoughtful!&amp;nbsp; We love our bag of goodies, and will put&amp;nbsp;everything to good use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnWkoxSQTDk/TnCvps8EUbI/AAAAAAAABrQ/_CpedwYvaEg/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnWkoxSQTDk/TnCvps8EUbI/AAAAAAAABrQ/_CpedwYvaEg/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late in the day, Caden brought us a framed photo collage of himself, which said: Grandchildren-a reward for growing old.  How true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the photos on the collage were taken at Chuck E Cheese, so Cade was looking very happy in all&amp;nbsp;them!&amp;nbsp; There were also two hand-made cards that represent Ed and me.&amp;nbsp; We got a good laugh out of those replica cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thankful for these thoughtful gifts, but most of all we are thankful for the privilege of being a part of the lives of these two precious little ones.&amp;nbsp; They don't call them "grands" for nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-2971092732239286454?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2971092732239286454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=2971092732239286454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2971092732239286454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2971092732239286454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/09/grandparents-day-surprises.html' title='Grandparent&apos;s Day Surprises...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr3STbM4bQo/TnCuJC3xHrI/AAAAAAAABrM/-EE8EgLNnr0/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7708584262178594864</id><published>2011-09-09T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T11:37:19.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His Father's Son...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_v9tyaVhYM/Tmor0autykI/AAAAAAAABrI/Yn-3Xf8_QHE/s1600/39th+anniversary+099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_v9tyaVhYM/Tmor0autykI/AAAAAAAABrI/Yn-3Xf8_QHE/s320/39th+anniversary+099.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quiet little Caden's personality is constantly evolving.&amp;nbsp; He's turned out to be quite a serious young man--he's becoming very intense.&amp;nbsp; He also appears to become interested only&amp;nbsp;in certain things, and totally concentrates most of his attention and energy&amp;nbsp;toward those "certain things".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment Cade's still very interested in tractors, lawn equipment, and tools.&amp;nbsp; He seems to love nothing better than "fixing" things or&amp;nbsp;pretending to mow&amp;nbsp;down the flowers in the yard with the bubble mower!&amp;nbsp; A tractor is one of his favorite toys.&amp;nbsp; None of these things are like his dad, but are&amp;nbsp;more like his "Epa" or Uncle Clint.&amp;nbsp; Cade's daddy hates yard work and fixing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Cade's daddy, Brett, &amp;nbsp;is a very intense, serious person, who usually focuses his attention only&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;the few certain things that interest him.&amp;nbsp; He's still that way today.&amp;nbsp; While&amp;nbsp;Brett was growing up, he took his play &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; seriously--just like Cade does!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of&amp;nbsp;Brett's "all-time" favorite toys was a ride-on tractor.&amp;nbsp; It ran on battery power, and that poor tractor made a million trips around our yard before it finally wore out.&amp;nbsp; Brett never liked playing with cars or trucks though.&amp;nbsp;He only liked&amp;nbsp;that riding tractor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another very&amp;nbsp;striking similarity, between father and son,&amp;nbsp;became evident&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;yesterday while Cade was playing around in the yard.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As he constantly moved about the yard getting into things, I found it necessary to speak to him several times.&amp;nbsp; In other words, I "got onto" him.&amp;nbsp; He eventually got mad with me, and walked away&amp;nbsp;muttering "Dang it."&amp;nbsp; This action was&amp;nbsp;exactly like something his father would've done!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cade is&amp;nbsp;definitely his father's son...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7708584262178594864?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7708584262178594864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7708584262178594864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7708584262178594864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7708584262178594864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/09/his-fathers-son.html' title='His Father&apos;s Son...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_v9tyaVhYM/Tmor0autykI/AAAAAAAABrI/Yn-3Xf8_QHE/s72-c/39th+anniversary+099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-1796589773875766824</id><published>2011-09-08T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:00:17.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Great Maddie Moment...</title><content type='html'>Madison has always been a little performer, without really meaning to.&amp;nbsp; She's managed to keep us all entertained and laughing&amp;nbsp;for the past few years. She's always been so dramatic and animated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these movie clips buried in the depths of my computer yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I had another good laugh when I watched them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison&amp;nbsp;was a little slow in&amp;nbsp;getting started talking to me, but once she&amp;nbsp;got going, she &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; got going!&amp;nbsp; See what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dgZQ_CRIB9Q" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-1796589773875766824?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1796589773875766824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=1796589773875766824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1796589773875766824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1796589773875766824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-great-maddie-moment.html' title='Another Great Maddie Moment...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dgZQ_CRIB9Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-1627648853874588131</id><published>2011-09-07T09:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T09:32:24.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Candygram From Caden...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REnN59j73co/TmdsEHN4r2I/AAAAAAAABrE/HBGXQaY0gVY/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REnN59j73co/TmdsEHN4r2I/AAAAAAAABrE/HBGXQaY0gVY/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was last week, and I got very unique and thoughtful gift from grandson, Caden.  His mom is very creative, and came up with the idea to make a "candy gram" to me from Caden.&amp;nbsp; (&lt;em&gt;click on the image to enlarge it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get a "Big(&lt;i&gt;lemon&lt;/i&gt;)head", but I think you're pretty great!  You're an "Extra(&lt;em&gt;gum&lt;/em&gt;)special" person who's "Mounds" of fun and have brought me tons of "(&lt;em&gt;Almond&lt;/em&gt;)joy"!  Not to "Butter(&lt;em&gt;finger&lt;/em&gt;)" you up, but even if I went into "Orbit(&lt;em&gt;gum&lt;/em&gt;), searched the "Milky Way", I couldn't find a Mimi quite like you! &amp;nbsp; I would love to give you "100Grand" and send you on a shopping "Spree" or even a trip to New "York(Peppermint Pattie)", but I thought it would be more fun to make this giant "Sweet(tart) card&amp;nbsp;instead.  That way I can tell you how I've enjoyed the "Big(peanut butter lover's cup)" times with you...from&amp;nbsp;when I was a tiny "Baby(ruth)" until now, almost "3(Musketeers)" old.  Playing with your toys, eating all your "candy corn" and throwing "(Pop)rocks" in your fountain are just a few favorite "moments(Mentos)".  I hope this makes you "Snicker" and not "Cry(babies)".  Have a "Red Hot" birthday! &amp;nbsp; Love you to "(Reese's) Pieces", Caden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my "candy gram".&amp;nbsp; I'm&amp;nbsp;going to enjoy&amp;nbsp;looking at it for just a few days, before I eventually take it apart and share it with the grand kids.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure they will both enjoy helping me&amp;nbsp;dispose of the candy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a bunch Caden!&amp;nbsp; We'll be eating your gift soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-1627648853874588131?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1627648853874588131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=1627648853874588131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1627648853874588131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1627648853874588131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-birthday-candygram-from-caden.html' title='My Birthday Candygram From Caden...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REnN59j73co/TmdsEHN4r2I/AAAAAAAABrE/HBGXQaY0gVY/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-6720568159687780711</id><published>2011-09-06T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T11:13:38.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddie's Second First Day of School...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sk2Zu4t3yo/TmYwMF5ccyI/AAAAAAAABq0/_3n4RUaP5hA/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sk2Zu4t3yo/TmYwMF5ccyI/AAAAAAAABq0/_3n4RUaP5hA/s320/002.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;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maddie's school supplies&lt;/em&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/-Bs75h1UD_Ak/TmYwdd4HEOI/AAAAAAAABq4/7lqDv_z660g/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bs75h1UD_Ak/TmYwdd4HEOI/AAAAAAAABq4/7lqDv_z660g/s320/009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting ready to go...&lt;/em&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/-mM3t3S467Kg/TmYwloj9hsI/AAAAAAAABq8/4fpjLnxWpqI/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mM3t3S467Kg/TmYwloj9hsI/AAAAAAAABq8/4fpjLnxWpqI/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&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; &lt;em&gt;Outside of the school&lt;/em&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/-ofGTeiy7KZE/TmYxI5StBgI/AAAAAAAABrA/FATf8kN7PbM/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofGTeiy7KZE/TmYxI5StBgI/AAAAAAAABrA/FATf8kN7PbM/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&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;&lt;em&gt;Inside of the school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's that time again already...Time to bid summertime goodbye, and say "hello" to a brand new school year, but alas it is time!  All good things must come to an end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning marked the beginning of Madison's first day of her second year of school.  Her mama says that Madison woke up at 5:30 in the morning--ready to go!  By the time I ambled over to their house a few minutes after seven, Madison was dressed and had already eaten breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a few pictures, then loaded up in the car, bound for Maddie's first day of "Busy Beavers".  I really appreciate my daughter giving me the opportunity to "tag along".  I enjoy watching Madison experience new things, and like to think that I can be of some support to my daughter.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it's very difficult to watch our little ones spread their wings...especially for us "stay-at-home moms".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we arrived at school, several other children were already there.  Madison quickly hung up her book bag, then went to explore her new school.  She barely gave us a second glance.  I am so thankful!  It made the morning much easier.  The tears being shed this morning didn't belong to Madison...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait to hear about Madison's exciting first day of her new school.  I hope she enjoys herself, and learns lots of new and exciting things.  As for Maddie's mom, I think she will enjoy her mornings of freedom--once she gets used to her quiet house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-6720568159687780711?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6720568159687780711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=6720568159687780711&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6720568159687780711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6720568159687780711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/09/maddies-second-first-day-of-school.html' title='Maddie&apos;s Second First Day of School...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sk2Zu4t3yo/TmYwMF5ccyI/AAAAAAAABq0/_3n4RUaP5hA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-3985006924950802019</id><published>2011-09-01T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:51:24.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar and Spice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KjGhKvokPg/Tl-X_VwPJKI/AAAAAAAABqw/xDqK8yXF3yM/s1600/300939_629031778674_56304115_33911565_86741_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KjGhKvokPg/Tl-X_VwPJKI/AAAAAAAABqw/xDqK8yXF3yM/s320/300939_629031778674_56304115_33911565_86741_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="257px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been meaning to post this precious&amp;nbsp;picture for a few days, but somehow I&amp;nbsp;never got around to it.&amp;nbsp; This is one of the first photos of Madison with her new baby cousin, Gabriella!&amp;nbsp; Gabby was born about six weeks ago, and she is the second grandchild of Madison's other set of&amp;nbsp;grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison is absolutely thrilled to have another cousin!&amp;nbsp; I think it's nice that she now has a girl cousin, in addition to her boy cousin, Cade.&amp;nbsp; Madison also has another boy cousin on the way, (Cade's baby brother)&amp;nbsp;due to arrive in December.&amp;nbsp; I say, "the more, the merrier!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the arrival of baby Gabriella, Madison has been asking for a baby brother or sister.&amp;nbsp; Little does she know that her parents have been trying to have her one&amp;nbsp;for nearly two years.&amp;nbsp; It just doesn't seem to be God's will at this time.&amp;nbsp; In fact, Madison is somewhat of a miracle baby herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Madison would make a great big sister, if the Lord ever decided to bless her family with another baby.&amp;nbsp; If not, she'll still&amp;nbsp;make a great big cousin to her younger cousins.&amp;nbsp; She sure is growing up fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-3985006924950802019?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3985006924950802019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=3985006924950802019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3985006924950802019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3985006924950802019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/09/sugar-and-spice.html' title='Sugar and Spice...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KjGhKvokPg/Tl-X_VwPJKI/AAAAAAAABqw/xDqK8yXF3yM/s72-c/300939_629031778674_56304115_33911565_86741_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-1490842950850465406</id><published>2011-08-26T14:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T14:29:15.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Sprinklers, Tootsie Rolls...and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_FCa2_toLM/Tlfk1mewf1I/AAAAAAAABqs/Wy7_B-ZF2sA/s1600/tootsie_roll%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_FCa2_toLM/Tlfk1mewf1I/AAAAAAAABqs/Wy7_B-ZF2sA/s1600/tootsie_roll%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish I had a picture of what I saw on Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; I was riding by Cade's house when I spotted two little boys outside in the yard, in their underwear, playing under the water sprinkler!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The sight&amp;nbsp;was precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina, Caden's mother,&amp;nbsp;sometimes keeps another little boy named Jayden, who is just a few months younger than Caden.&amp;nbsp; The two boys are nearly the same size, and could pass for twins.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The two boys have played together off and on for ages, so they've grown up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were oblivious to&amp;nbsp;everything&amp;nbsp;as they were&amp;nbsp;running around in the yard, and&amp;nbsp;ducking in and out of the sprinkler.&amp;nbsp; I noticed&amp;nbsp;a toy tractor parked up next to the sprinkler, so I'm assuming they were riding in and out of the water at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I stopped my car, and walked up to them, the little&amp;nbsp;boys had moved on to climbing the sliding board.&amp;nbsp; I had a brief conversation with them,&amp;nbsp;gave each one a "tootsie roll", then&amp;nbsp; headed&amp;nbsp;back to my car to continue my journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving&amp;nbsp;the two boys, I couldn't help but remember similar good times during my own childhood.&amp;nbsp; I still remember how exciting it was to get my parents'&amp;nbsp;permission to play under the garden hose!&amp;nbsp; It's nice to know that a few things haven't changed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the boys happily chewing their "tootsie rolls", I smiled.&amp;nbsp; I recalled another happy&amp;nbsp;memory from my own childhood. .&amp;nbsp; I loved nothing better than eating&amp;nbsp;candy, but these days something's changed!&amp;nbsp; It's the size of those "tootsie rolls"...They keep getting smaller and smaller!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-1490842950850465406?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1490842950850465406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=1490842950850465406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1490842950850465406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1490842950850465406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/08/memories-of-sprinklers-and-tootsie.html' title='Memories of Sprinklers, Tootsie Rolls...and Me'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_FCa2_toLM/Tlfk1mewf1I/AAAAAAAABqs/Wy7_B-ZF2sA/s72-c/tootsie_roll%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7558237869629378467</id><published>2011-08-24T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:00:06.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Timer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vhadap9Pl0/TlRVutt6gNI/AAAAAAAABqo/HzLowDVcTUE/s1600/images%255B5%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vhadap9Pl0/TlRVutt6gNI/AAAAAAAABqo/HzLowDVcTUE/s1600/images%255B5%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just when I think I'd seen it all, I saw&amp;nbsp;something new&amp;nbsp;last night!&amp;nbsp; Granddaughter, Madison, surprised&amp;nbsp;me again, with another "first".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around eight o'clock in the evening, and my husband and I were about to settle in to watch a little television before calling it a day.&amp;nbsp; We heard the familiar footsteps of Madison on our front porch.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison&amp;nbsp;opened the front door to come inside, but this time she had something in her hands--a ticking kitchen timer!&amp;nbsp; Madison explained to us that she had come over to play, but that her mama said&amp;nbsp;she had to go home when the timer rang.&amp;nbsp; I looked at the timer, Madison had 29 minutes to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison and "E" settled into their usual routine of playing in the living room floor.&amp;nbsp; They played with an assortment of small toys that I keep in a plastic box.&amp;nbsp; After 29 minutes, the timer rang.&amp;nbsp; Madison stood up and announced, "It's time for me to clean up and go home!"&amp;nbsp; That's just what she did, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Madison returned, timer in hand.&amp;nbsp; She and "E" played with Barbies this time.&amp;nbsp; In the middle of the visit, I finished getting supper ready.&amp;nbsp; Madison asked if she could eat supper with us, so Ed called her parents and got permission for Madison to eat with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of supper the timer rang again.&amp;nbsp; Madison said "Uh Oh!", and started to get upset because she thought she had to get up in the middle of her meal and go home.&amp;nbsp; We assured her that she could finish eating first, and she did.&amp;nbsp; After supper,&amp;nbsp;Madison took her kitchen timer and went home, without even being told to!&amp;nbsp; Wow, the power of a kitchen timer!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7558237869629378467?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7558237869629378467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7558237869629378467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7558237869629378467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7558237869629378467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/08/timer.html' title='The Timer...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Vhadap9Pl0/TlRVutt6gNI/AAAAAAAABqo/HzLowDVcTUE/s72-c/images%255B5%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-2965242412551747358</id><published>2011-08-22T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:45:40.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting...The First Video of Caden</title><content type='html'>Now that I have discovered that digital movies really do upload and play on my computers, I'm using the video mode of my camera a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know from previous posts what a tough time I have photographing grandson, Caden.&amp;nbsp; He's never still these days--and getting him to look at the camera?&amp;nbsp; Forget that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday afternoon, Cade came&amp;nbsp;over to play with Madison for a little while.&amp;nbsp; I grabbed my camera and began filming.&amp;nbsp; I think Cade thinks I'm crazy sometimes, because I'm always following him with a camera.&amp;nbsp;Ha! Ha!&amp;nbsp; He usually just ignores me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Have I ever mentioned that Cade's a lot like his daddy?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&amp;nbsp;here's a peak at one of the pieces of footage that I captured.&amp;nbsp; It may not seem like much right now, but in a few years it will be priceless, especially to Cade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JAFcXU2Fa2k" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-2965242412551747358?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2965242412551747358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=2965242412551747358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2965242412551747358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2965242412551747358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/08/presentingthe-first-video-of-caden.html' title='Presenting...The First Video of Caden'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JAFcXU2Fa2k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7820883699330424675</id><published>2011-08-18T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T11:21:17.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who Was Talkin' and Showin' Her Attitude...</title><content type='html'>I'm still in the midst of tagging and organizing thousands of photographs.&amp;nbsp; I've decided that no one should have this many photographs!&amp;nbsp; I have deleted some, and now have my collection of digital photos&amp;nbsp;down to only&amp;nbsp;12,000!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also discovered that I have more photographs of Madison than most grandparents have of all grandchildren combined!&amp;nbsp; I have approximately 1500 photos of the child!&amp;nbsp; I couldn't help myself...she was a great subject--right up until the time&amp;nbsp;she decided that she didn't like having her picture taken!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about half as many photos&amp;nbsp;of Caden, simply because I don't see him&amp;nbsp;as often--and he won't be still long enough to get a picture of him!&amp;nbsp; We'll have to&amp;nbsp;see how it goes with little boy number three when he arrives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pile of unorganized mess&amp;nbsp;of my photo gallery, I discovered a couple of cute movie clips of Madison learning to talk.&amp;nbsp; I laughed when I saw them.&amp;nbsp; Even a very&amp;nbsp;young Maddie was exerting her independent streak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comment was made just yesterday, &amp;nbsp;about how Brandy and Madison are always battling it out&amp;nbsp; to see who the boss is.&amp;nbsp; Maddie's mom quickly replied, "Oh,&amp;nbsp;I already&amp;nbsp;know who the boss it, I'm just waiting for Madison to figure it out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the movie clips, rolled into one little movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qQDuNIBDM8k" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7820883699330424675?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7820883699330424675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7820883699330424675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7820883699330424675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7820883699330424675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/08/look-who-was-talkin-and-showin-her.html' title='Look Who Was Talkin&apos; and Showin&apos; Her Attitude...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qQDuNIBDM8k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7774678878388966671</id><published>2011-08-16T08:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T08:57:56.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying So Hard...To Break This Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QY5FmwfTcHs/Tkpg5HhGRjI/AAAAAAAABp8/VyfFK7aeInU/s1600/100_2735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QY5FmwfTcHs/Tkpg5HhGRjI/AAAAAAAABp8/VyfFK7aeInU/s320/100_2735.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It wasn't long into little Maddie's young life before it became evident that she was going to be a "thumb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucker".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not actually a thumb sucker--more like a finger sucker, although she did start out sucking her thumb for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, one finger just wouldn't do the job, so pretty soon it became evident that Maddie would suck not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one, but two of her fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumb and finger sucking has never really bothered us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of our children sucked either their finger or their thumbs, and all of them stopped eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, lately, Maddie has been sucking her fingers more than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the start of preschool right around the corner, Maddie's mom began thinking...about all of those germs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will be lurking in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to give up this comforting habit--for the sake of health and teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7jz_Wr5p2r0/TkphHH8it_I/AAAAAAAABqA/pkp8I-w3XWo/s1600/July+2011+Vacation+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7jz_Wr5p2r0/TkphHH8it_I/AAAAAAAABqA/pkp8I-w3XWo/s320/July+2011+Vacation+031.JPG" width="237px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maddie's mom gave her&amp;nbsp;some helpful&amp;nbsp;incentive to stop sucking her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Madison can stop sucking her fingers, she will get to go to Disney on Ice in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison is really trying hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's successful...and gets to go to Disney On Ice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Maddie!&amp;nbsp; MiMi's rooting for ya'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mymadmind.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y340/cwitgotoday/th_tt3.jpg?t=1282766687" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7774678878388966671?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7774678878388966671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7774678878388966671&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7774678878388966671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7774678878388966671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/08/trying-so-hardto-break-this-habit.html' title='Trying So Hard...To Break This Habit'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QY5FmwfTcHs/Tkpg5HhGRjI/AAAAAAAABp8/VyfFK7aeInU/s72-c/100_2735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-1879921606045384045</id><published>2011-08-15T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:10:11.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZiIhEa65ms/TkkmzQiCv0I/AAAAAAAABp0/FyWRkRfR7sA/s1600/262468_10150276031771428_500191427_7990351_2708768_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZiIhEa65ms/TkkmzQiCv0I/AAAAAAAABp0/FyWRkRfR7sA/s320/262468_10150276031771428_500191427_7990351_2708768_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="319px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last week, Caden's mom posted this picture of him on Facebook--after he'd just finished getting his hair cut!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His eyes are all "sad" from crying during his haircut.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true, the boy still hates to get his hair cut--after eighteen months of having it done!&amp;nbsp; Christina says that at least he sat in the chair this time, and agreed to wear the cape--so he's making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this picture makes me have sad eyes...Gone is our little "babyish-looking" Caden.&amp;nbsp; He's been replaced by an older, more "boyish-looking" Caden...and believe me, he's all boy!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trucks, tractors, trains, tools,&amp;nbsp;rocks, and running...that's what Caden's "into" these days...and growing up, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-1879921606045384045?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1879921606045384045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=1879921606045384045&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1879921606045384045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1879921606045384045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/08/sad-eyes.html' title='Sad Eyes...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZiIhEa65ms/TkkmzQiCv0I/AAAAAAAABp0/FyWRkRfR7sA/s72-c/262468_10150276031771428_500191427_7990351_2708768_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-8886463545405191716</id><published>2011-08-12T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:55:37.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken From MiMi's Photo Files...One Year Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xafkO_CLPY4/TkVLh5XBoZI/AAAAAAAABpw/voLHr7RIcuM/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xafkO_CLPY4/TkVLh5XBoZI/AAAAAAAABpw/voLHr7RIcuM/s320/017.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not much to write about today, so I searched back through my photos and came up with this "blast from the past".&amp;nbsp; It's always fun to look back and see how little&amp;nbsp;my grandbabies&amp;nbsp;used to be.&amp;nbsp; Both children have grown and changed so much since last summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-8886463545405191716?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8886463545405191716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=8886463545405191716&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8886463545405191716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8886463545405191716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/08/taken-from-mimis-photo-filesone-year.html' title='Taken From MiMi&apos;s Photo Files...One Year Ago'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xafkO_CLPY4/TkVLh5XBoZI/AAAAAAAABpw/voLHr7RIcuM/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-2439516616779210671</id><published>2011-08-10T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T09:14:39.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Not-So-Tiny Dancer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhQUqXLRPts/TkJ6NqtBAvI/AAAAAAAABpo/m-nzn5YDWWA/s1600/015+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhQUqXLRPts/TkJ6NqtBAvI/AAAAAAAABpo/m-nzn5YDWWA/s320/015+%25282%2529.JPG" width="197px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last year's photo&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/-jtpOCVJ3BHg/TkJ6b5iGPaI/AAAAAAAABps/AuHDvVrZFTI/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtpOCVJ3BHg/TkJ6b5iGPaI/AAAAAAAABps/AuHDvVrZFTI/s320/015.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year's photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marked the official beginning of the new dance season.&amp;nbsp; Where did the summer go?&amp;nbsp; After some back-and-forth, it was decided that Madison would be taking another year of dance lessons.&amp;nbsp; She enjoys it very much, and it's good exercise, but it's expensive and involves an extra trip to town each week.&amp;nbsp; Of course, you're only little once, so what the heck?!&amp;nbsp; Maddie's mom will be making five trips to town each week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that Madison had grown a lot over the summer, but I didn't realize how much she had changed since last year--until I compared these photos!&amp;nbsp; Her new dance shoes are two sizes larger than her old ones!&amp;nbsp; She's grown several inches taller, as well--we have the mark on the wall to prove it!&amp;nbsp; She seems to have filled out around her waist a bit, too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison was thrilled to see that some&amp;nbsp;of her friends from last year's "Wee Ones Morning School" are in her dance class this year!&amp;nbsp; I'm happy about that, because she wouldn't see them otherwise.&amp;nbsp;When the church sponsored pre-K class, "Fabulous Fours" failed to materialize this year, it sent everyone scrambling to different schools for pre-K classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday began dance for Miss Madison, but she still has three more weeks before school starts at the&amp;nbsp;"Busy Beavers" preschool, where she will soon be making a new group of friends.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to see what the new year brings...in dance, and in pre-K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-2439516616779210671?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2439516616779210671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=2439516616779210671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2439516616779210671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2439516616779210671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-not-so-tiny-dancer.html' title='Our Not-So-Tiny Dancer...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhQUqXLRPts/TkJ6NqtBAvI/AAAAAAAABpo/m-nzn5YDWWA/s72-c/015+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-1270109897392799219</id><published>2011-08-08T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T08:59:33.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Trip Down Memory Lane...To The Park!</title><content type='html'>I found another short movie clip of Madison.&amp;nbsp; This one was taken a couple of years ago, at our local recreation park.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching&amp;nbsp;the movie clip&amp;nbsp;brought back so many memories.&amp;nbsp; I'd forgotten how long it took Madison to learn how to climb up&amp;nbsp;a slide--then get up the nerve to actually slide down!&amp;nbsp; I'd also forgotten that Madison enjoyed the "bumpy" slide more than the regular slide!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're an only child, surrounded all day by only adults, sometimes&amp;nbsp;it makes learning a bit harder!&amp;nbsp; Sometimes one of the adults even has to resort to acting like a child...(see end of movie).&amp;nbsp; I'm happy to report that Madison has mastered climbing the slide quite well these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RCnBTP_C_is" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-1270109897392799219?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1270109897392799219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=1270109897392799219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1270109897392799219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1270109897392799219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-trip-down-memory-laneto-park.html' title='Another Trip Down Memory Lane...To The Park!'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RCnBTP_C_is/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-4373196717297029898</id><published>2011-08-06T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T11:16:59.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Word Saturday..." Caden's Key"</title><content type='html'>My six words for today are:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Follow the&amp;nbsp;adventures of "Caden's Key"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering what "Caden's Key" is..."Key" is a tiny,&amp;nbsp;beige,&amp;nbsp;soft blanket, with the upper portion of a monkey's body sewn in the middle of it.&amp;nbsp; Some people refer to them as "lovies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our two-year-old grandson, Caden, has had Key since birth.&amp;nbsp; He formed an attachment with&amp;nbsp;Key early in life.&amp;nbsp; Caden especially wants Key with him when he gets tired&amp;nbsp;or sleepy.&amp;nbsp; When Caden began talking, he couldn't say monkey, so he&amp;nbsp;referred to&amp;nbsp;his friend as, "Key".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing that Caden's mother had the foresight to go out and purchase a duplicate "Key" in the early stages of Caden's life--when it became apparent that there was going to be a lasting bond there.&amp;nbsp; Caden and Key are inseperable, and the two&amp;nbsp;go everywhere together.&amp;nbsp; As a result, Caden and Key have been on a lot of adventures together--and Key has gotten left behind a time or two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key's latest adventure was in our local Alco store.&amp;nbsp; When Key came up missing, the search was on in Alco!&amp;nbsp; Christina found Key hiding in the M&amp;amp;M display!&amp;nbsp; Now how do you suppose he got there???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden and Key were at our house for a visit last night--along with Madison and her parents.&amp;nbsp; It was late when all left to go home.&amp;nbsp; My husband and I went to bed shortly after everyone left.&amp;nbsp; This morning when I walked into our pool room, guess what I found on the floor?&amp;nbsp; You guessed it!&amp;nbsp; "Key" spent the night with MiMi--again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few photos of Caden and Key.&amp;nbsp; One of them is a picture of Key hiding in the M&amp;amp;M display at Alco!&amp;nbsp; Aren't camera phones the greatest?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There's no excuse to miss those "Kodak Moments"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kodak moments,&amp;nbsp;Caden took that first&amp;nbsp;picuture of Key--all by himself!&amp;nbsp; Not bad for a two-year-old, huh?&amp;nbsp; I guess he wanted a picture of his best friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96veKTOhwMo/TjvcXw_EFrI/AAAAAAAABpY/ey_3vqyGi_s/s1600/179610_491616141427_500191427_6577993_7297107_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96veKTOhwMo/TjvcXw_EFrI/AAAAAAAABpY/ey_3vqyGi_s/s320/179610_491616141427_500191427_6577993_7297107_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ0mLo9QEeI/TjvcXa6A5zI/AAAAAAAABpI/Za2H6wyvmQQ/s1600/10623_139143651427_500191427_2986088_914592_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ0mLo9QEeI/TjvcXa6A5zI/AAAAAAAABpI/Za2H6wyvmQQ/s320/10623_139143651427_500191427_2986088_914592_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsJxGld-u-U/TjvcXoWoCHI/AAAAAAAABpQ/ciA1KXPJeEo/s1600/34513_406351636427_500191427_4931631_2565812_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsJxGld-u-U/TjvcXoWoCHI/AAAAAAAABpQ/ciA1KXPJeEo/s320/34513_406351636427_500191427_4931631_2565812_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6b-z1BHD7g/TjvcX2SPufI/AAAAAAAABpg/Nsp-1UCvyek/s1600/215055_10150270868031428_500191427_7936053_3186079_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6b-z1BHD7g/TjvcX2SPufI/AAAAAAAABpg/Nsp-1UCvyek/s320/215055_10150270868031428_500191427_7936053_3186079_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Caden's mom, Christina, for the use of her Facebook photos.&amp;nbsp; They're all "keepers"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.showmyface.com/search/label/6WS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp35/showmyface/guts/6wsButton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-4373196717297029898?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4373196717297029898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=4373196717297029898&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/4373196717297029898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/4373196717297029898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/08/six-word-saturday-cadens-key.html' title='Six Word Saturday...&quot; Caden&apos;s Key&quot;'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96veKTOhwMo/TjvcXw_EFrI/AAAAAAAABpY/ey_3vqyGi_s/s72-c/179610_491616141427_500191427_6577993_7297107_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-6036849044145666440</id><published>2011-08-03T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:13:19.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word Patrol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCk12A_zuzM/TjdXSLMWqSI/AAAAAAAABoc/lmntBuuGtmc/s1600/July+2011+Vacation+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCk12A_zuzM/TjdXSLMWqSI/AAAAAAAABoc/lmntBuuGtmc/s320/July+2011+Vacation+026.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are tough times that we are living in!&amp;nbsp; Nothing seems to be censored on radio&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;television anymore, and the language that one hears out in public these days is just plain filth most of the time, too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, Maddie's parents&amp;nbsp;are having&amp;nbsp;to work "over time" to make sure she doesn't pick up any foul language from all of these&amp;nbsp;outside sources.&amp;nbsp; They are doing a great job, and have made quite an impression on Maddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now keep in mind, that none of us close to Maddie&amp;nbsp;curse, so that hasn't been an issue, but one word that some of us tend to use sometimes&amp;nbsp;is the word "stupid".&amp;nbsp; Madison's mama has taught her not to&amp;nbsp;say&amp;nbsp;"stupid" because she says&amp;nbsp;it doesn't sound nice.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, sometimes us older folks (MiMi and E) tend to&amp;nbsp;slip up and use the word "stupid" to refer to things that&amp;nbsp;"bug" us from time to time--like our politicians, mosquitoes, gnats, the south Georgia heat,&amp;nbsp;and other pests!&amp;nbsp; You know, it's funny, the older we get, the more things seem to&amp;nbsp;bug us!&amp;nbsp; We seem&amp;nbsp;use that word quite a bit some days.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We have recently dubbed Maddie our little&amp;nbsp;"word patrol". She is quick to remind us if we slip up and say&amp;nbsp;the "S&amp;nbsp;word"!&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness, our "bad word"&amp;nbsp;vocabulary is pretty limited--and thank&amp;nbsp;goodness for our little "word patrol"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/tammystwocents.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tammys Two Cents" src="http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae209/tberbells/dreamstime_12196999-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-6036849044145666440?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6036849044145666440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=6036849044145666440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6036849044145666440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6036849044145666440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/08/word-patrol.html' title='The Word Patrol...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCk12A_zuzM/TjdXSLMWqSI/AAAAAAAABoc/lmntBuuGtmc/s72-c/July+2011+Vacation+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7299819079848478726</id><published>2011-08-02T08:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T08:49:19.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's Driving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR-wA9aZLyA/Tjfujwtek5I/AAAAAAAABog/ye6JhiVgckM/s1600/283798_10150262352066428_500191427_7842589_8374090_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR-wA9aZLyA/Tjfujwtek5I/AAAAAAAABog/ye6JhiVgckM/s320/283798_10150262352066428_500191427_7842589_8374090_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you see that tiny little head behind the steering wheel?&amp;nbsp; Guess who it is?&amp;nbsp; It's big boy, Caden, taking his first go cart ride!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden's dad loves to drive go carts, and a couple of weeks ago, their family traveled an hour to our nearest go cart track.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how&amp;nbsp;his parents&amp;nbsp;did it, but they managed to talk Caden into getting in the cart--and taking a ride.&amp;nbsp; Something&amp;nbsp;Cade said&amp;nbsp;he didn't care about doing again, but of course, I'm sure that opinion will change over time, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the photo of Brett and Caden riding around the track. I love family times...They're simply&amp;nbsp;the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7299819079848478726?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7299819079848478726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7299819079848478726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7299819079848478726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7299819079848478726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/08/look-whos-driving.html' title='Look Who&apos;s Driving...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR-wA9aZLyA/Tjfujwtek5I/AAAAAAAABog/ye6JhiVgckM/s72-c/283798_10150262352066428_500191427_7842589_8374090_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-355834813472435782</id><published>2011-08-01T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T11:10:15.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Some Recovered Maddie Moments...</title><content type='html'>Up until recently, I thought I'd lost a treasure trove full of movie clips taken with my digital camera.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, my oldest son showed me where my movies&amp;nbsp;are stored on my computer, then helped me file them so I could find them.&amp;nbsp; I'm very&amp;nbsp;grateful for two my&amp;nbsp;"computer savy" sons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sort of nostalgic today, so I searched through the movie&amp;nbsp;files and found&amp;nbsp;a few&amp;nbsp;old clips from several years ago.&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; It's hard to remember Madison ever being this tiny, but I know that she was!&amp;nbsp; This video is over four years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These clips will mean so much to Madison one of these days...Not only is there video of her as a baby, but she will have her mother' voice narrating the movie.&amp;nbsp; Only us older folks can truly appreciate the marvel of being able to hear your mom's voice, one of these days, when she's no longer with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular movie clip concerns "The Wiggles".&amp;nbsp; Oh how we loved The Wiggles!&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, by the time we discovered them, their show was&amp;nbsp;nearing it's final season on television.&amp;nbsp; That's too bad, even I loved The Wiggles!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Madison was able to attend a&amp;nbsp;Wiggles concert while they were still coming&amp;nbsp;on television!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Greg had retired by then, and Sam had taken his place, but the show was still great.&amp;nbsp; Lucky for us, her parents let&amp;nbsp;me and&amp;nbsp;my hubby&amp;nbsp;tag along!&amp;nbsp; I truly enjoyed the show as much as Madison did!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, without further delay...may I present, a "Maddie Moment" ...watching The Wiggles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q3N8jyceBeA" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-355834813472435782?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/355834813472435782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=355834813472435782&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/355834813472435782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/355834813472435782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/08/sharing-some-recovered-maddie-moments.html' title='Sharing Some Recovered Maddie Moments...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/q3N8jyceBeA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7016297046107417104</id><published>2011-07-28T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T14:54:00.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HPjJ-vaTYo/TjGrpgqx_yI/AAAAAAAABoY/vlHDaQDwbuQ/s1600/July+2011+Vacation+054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HPjJ-vaTYo/TjGrpgqx_yI/AAAAAAAABoY/vlHDaQDwbuQ/s320/July+2011+Vacation+054.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Recently, my husband and I had the pleasure of being invited to share&amp;nbsp;some vacation time with Maddie and her family&amp;nbsp;at a nearby beach.&amp;nbsp; They rented a condo, and planned to be gone for three days and nights.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed and I have invited Maddie's family to join us on vacation,&amp;nbsp;from time to time, so they returned the favor!&amp;nbsp; We all get along great, and usually have a lot of fun together.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes we've invited our other children and their&amp;nbsp;families, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed and I decided to give the family&amp;nbsp;a head start on their vacation, then join them the following day.&amp;nbsp; I felt like they needed some "family time", and two nights away from home is pretty much my limit.&amp;nbsp; I tend to miss my bed--among other things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's a good thing we decided to join them when we did, because my daughter said that Madison got up the next morning, all sad and ready to go home!&amp;nbsp; She said that she missed cousin&amp;nbsp;Cade, and she missed&amp;nbsp;her toys!&amp;nbsp; It was the first time she and&amp;nbsp;her family had been off alone together to spend the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandy explained to her that MiMi and E were coming to join them later that same&amp;nbsp;day, to which Maddie quickly replied, "Good, then I'll have someone to play with!"&amp;nbsp; Of course, we all knew that she was referring to her old&amp;nbsp;faithful&amp;nbsp;"friend", "E".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting on the beach&amp;nbsp;later that same&amp;nbsp;day, Madison saw an older fellow walking by, and&amp;nbsp;said "Look at that old man!"&amp;nbsp; I told her not to say that, because the man couldn't help it because he was old.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Later I asked her if she thought "E" was old.&amp;nbsp; To which she quickly replied, "Don't talk about my friend!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Whatever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter and I have often wondered just how Madison views her grandfather.&amp;nbsp; We think that she views him as another child, since they are always playing together!&amp;nbsp; I think she views me as an "old fart" because I'm not&amp;nbsp;"into" playing much,&amp;nbsp;and am&amp;nbsp;usually the one who tries to keep the two&amp;nbsp;them out of trouble!&amp;nbsp; It's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from vacation, all of us stopped at Wal-mart.&amp;nbsp; While we were checking out, I looked-- and there were Maddie and E, trying to step on each other's shoes--right in the middle of Wal-mart!&amp;nbsp; I stiffled my&amp;nbsp;inner self, and didn't tell the two of them to stop.&amp;nbsp; I should have!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was Burger King.&amp;nbsp; Guess what happened there?!&amp;nbsp; The two of them started up their game of stepping on each other's feet--on the sidewalk in front of Burger King!&amp;nbsp; Guess who ended up with a skinned knee because of it?&amp;nbsp; Maddie did!&amp;nbsp; I knew I should've gotten on to those two&amp;nbsp;"kids"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7016297046107417104?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7016297046107417104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7016297046107417104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7016297046107417104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7016297046107417104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/07/kids.html' title='Kids...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HPjJ-vaTYo/TjGrpgqx_yI/AAAAAAAABoY/vlHDaQDwbuQ/s72-c/July+2011+Vacation+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-27698100749332073</id><published>2011-07-26T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T13:17:01.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new baby'/><title type='text'>It Looks Like A...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-anz17JAKArA/Ti71ziE0jhI/AAAAAAAABoU/J88FT9L6FAE/s1600/c9ec0d01c0b28df085df%255B1%255D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-anz17JAKArA/Ti71ziE0jhI/AAAAAAAABoU/J88FT9L6FAE/s320/c9ec0d01c0b28df085df%255B1%255D.gif" t$="true" width="274px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You may or may not remember that little grandson, Caden, is going to become a big brother in late December...and you may or may not remember that little Caden has&amp;nbsp;said "the new baby can't come and live with them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week, Christina was given an early&amp;nbsp;"sneak peek" into the womb, via a sonogram,&amp;nbsp;to see if the sex of the baby could be determined.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;was still a bit early,&amp;nbsp;just over 16 weeks, and of course the baby wasn't really in the mood to "let it all hang out", but they said "it looks like a boy." instead of a positive, "it's a boy"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess&amp;nbsp;the idea of having a baby brother appeals to little Caden, because now he says "a baby brother can come and live with them."&amp;nbsp; I wonder if he will still feel the same way when he finds out the baby will be staying in his old room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby brothers are nice, as are little grandsons...Can't wait until the next sonogram so we can hear someone say for sure..."It's a boy"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-27698100749332073?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/27698100749332073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=27698100749332073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/27698100749332073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/27698100749332073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-looks-like.html' title='It Looks Like A...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-anz17JAKArA/Ti71ziE0jhI/AAAAAAAABoU/J88FT9L6FAE/s72-c/c9ec0d01c0b28df085df%255B1%255D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-4394245002516731177</id><published>2011-07-24T16:20:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T17:31:32.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Worries About Her Looks...Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6LV5f3cfUE/TiyOdzotApI/AAAAAAAABoQ/UhhRdoeuE8Q/s1600/092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6LV5f3cfUE/TiyOdzotApI/AAAAAAAABoQ/UhhRdoeuE8Q/s320/092.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our girl, Madison, is growing up.&amp;nbsp; A couple of recent incidents have given us a sneak peek into what we may be facing in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first incident&amp;nbsp;happened during Madison's first session of Vacation Bible School.&amp;nbsp; At the end of the week, Madison brought home the crafts that she'd made during the week.&amp;nbsp; When she pulled out a framed photograph of herself, she began to cry.&amp;nbsp; She cried because she didn't like the way her photograph looked!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't witness this incident, but I was shocked when Madison's mom told me about it.&amp;nbsp; Since when does a four-year-old worry about taking a "bad picture"?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second incident happened at our house--&amp;nbsp;over a Wii game.&amp;nbsp; Madison refused to&amp;nbsp;bowl because she didn't like the way her little&amp;nbsp;person looked on our Wii!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She said "the eyes don't look right!"&amp;nbsp; Despite the fact that we changed "the eyes", she still didn't like the way she looked!&amp;nbsp; You've got to be kidding me!!&amp;nbsp; All of this drama over&amp;nbsp;"looks" at age four?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiMi says..."Oh my!&amp;nbsp; These next twelve years may prove to be interesting."&amp;nbsp; Did you notice the photo of Madison at the top of this post?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Madison took it of herself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-4394245002516731177?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4394245002516731177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=4394245002516731177&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/4394245002516731177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/4394245002516731177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/07/she-worries-about-her-looksoh-my.html' title='She Worries About Her Looks...Oh My!'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6LV5f3cfUE/TiyOdzotApI/AAAAAAAABoQ/UhhRdoeuE8Q/s72-c/092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-578215124732350952</id><published>2011-07-20T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:11:39.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Casualty Of "The Grands"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbsXZyFCuYw/Tidi6dmhbsI/AAAAAAAABoM/7i-Ro3eJm2k/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbsXZyFCuYw/Tidi6dmhbsI/AAAAAAAABoM/7i-Ro3eJm2k/s320/007.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a barrel fountain, located in a corner, next to our front porch.&amp;nbsp; The barrel fountain&amp;nbsp;sits there, pumping water daily, making soothing water sounds.&amp;nbsp; The dogs and cats also use&amp;nbsp;the barrel&amp;nbsp;as a place to steal a cool drink of water during the hot summer days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several "statues" sitting in the corner, surrounding the barrel fountain.&amp;nbsp; The little deer are one of those statues.&amp;nbsp; Notice those rocks in the photo?&amp;nbsp; Yes, the ones hiding under the newly fallen pine straw, that needs to be removed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those rocks are like magnets to grandson, Cade!&amp;nbsp; He loves nothing better than picking them up, and tossing them into the barrel fountain!&amp;nbsp; He gets great joy from watching the water splash up as the rocks go "kersplash" and disappear to the bottom of the barrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you happen to&amp;nbsp;notice the missing ear on one of those cute little deer?&amp;nbsp; Guess who missed the barrel with a rock or two?!&amp;nbsp; This is the second time Mr. Deer has had his ear knocked off!&amp;nbsp;"E-pa" has already glued Mr. Deer's ear back on once...It lasted about two weeks!&amp;nbsp; I guess Cade needs to work on his aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-578215124732350952?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/578215124732350952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=578215124732350952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/578215124732350952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/578215124732350952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/07/casualty-of-grands.html' title='A Casualty Of &quot;The Grands&quot;...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbsXZyFCuYw/Tidi6dmhbsI/AAAAAAAABoM/7i-Ro3eJm2k/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-3304766904268482928</id><published>2011-07-17T23:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T23:08:54.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who Was In The Mood For A Photograph!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlJCbqF7D08/TiOioDYaK2I/AAAAAAAABoI/T33AV5J1SKA/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630522768129403746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlJCbqF7D08/TiOioDYaK2I/AAAAAAAABoI/T33AV5J1SKA/s400/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay! These two were actually in the mood to pose for a photograph--together! Madison actually asked me to take their picture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, after chasing the two of them around for the past six months, I'd stopped trying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll savor this photograph...It may be a while before I'm able to capture another one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-3304766904268482928?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3304766904268482928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=3304766904268482928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3304766904268482928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3304766904268482928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/07/look-who-was-in-mood-for-photograph.html' title='Look Who Was In The Mood For A Photograph!'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlJCbqF7D08/TiOioDYaK2I/AAAAAAAABoI/T33AV5J1SKA/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-3182137257172931707</id><published>2011-07-15T10:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T11:12:09.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm still here. It's been an extremely hot week, and I've spent most of it indoors enjoying the air conditioning! The heat index has been high all week, and I've only left the house once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the grandkids...they have been attending Vacation Bible School! Caden's church is hosting it this week, and Madison has been going to classes with him and his mama in the evenings. About all I know about VBS is what Maddie ate for supper! She can always remember what she ate, but not a whole lot more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so strange that the two grandbabies should be old enough to be attending classes (of any kind) already! Where did the time go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Caden all week. He seems to grow an inch from week to week. He's such a busy boy these days...and he says that the new baby can't stay at his house! Let's hope he has a change of heart within the next five months :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of babies...Maddie has a new baby cousin! Yesterday, Madison's Uncle Matt (her dad's brother) became the father of a new baby girl, named Gabriella. Now Maddie has two cousins--one on each side of the family, with another to arrive in five months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long before we know what it's going to be...and life goes on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-3182137257172931707?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3182137257172931707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=3182137257172931707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3182137257172931707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3182137257172931707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-494179387021898348</id><published>2011-07-12T10:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T11:02:49.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Farmers of America...Not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13u4GYCZdpA/Thxac6BGy9I/AAAAAAAABoA/h_-9E7hVVXE/s1600/39th%2Banniversary%2B103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628473086963010514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13u4GYCZdpA/Thxac6BGy9I/AAAAAAAABoA/h_-9E7hVVXE/s400/39th%2Banniversary%2B103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Father and son...playing on "E's" tractor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back in the &lt;em&gt;olden days&lt;/em&gt;, when my husband and I were in high school, there used to be a club called "The Future Farmers of America". Most boys in our area belonged to this club, because most boys around here were sons of farmers. My hubby was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband spent many afternoons and summers on his daddy's tractor, helping tend whatever crops were growing in the family fields. He probably grumbled at the time, but if the truth be told, he probably enjoyed it. He must have, because years later, he decided to purchase a tractor! These days, one of his favorite things is riding his tractor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time our oldest son, Brett, became a teenager, farming was quickly being phase out. The high costs of farming were driving the little farmers out of the business. However, our closest neighbor, and family friend, still farmed. At our insistence, our son spent a summer, or maybe two, working for the neighbor harvesting tobacco. Those are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; among our son's favorite summertime memories, I can assure you! Brett had no desire to do anything outside in the heat and insects back then--and he hasn't changed much over the years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then along comes little Caden, and what is among his favorite of all things??? Riding "E-pa's" tractor! You can bet if Caden hears the sound of that tractor anywhere near his house, his back door will open and he'll be ready for a ride! Caden usually hitches a ride while my husband is mowing or watering the pecan trees with the water trailer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the tractor is just parked, Caden seems to get almost as big of a thrill by just sitting on it! Our son, Brett, frequently gets the chore of watching Caden play on the tractor while it's parked. The other day, we convinced Brett to take Caden for a ride! He wasn't too sure about that idea at first, perhaps it conjured up those tobacco memories that he'd just as soon keep forgotten! It was a Kodak moment, but I missed it! However, I did get a couple of photos another day, of the two of them just sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...our neighbor and friend, still farms a little these days...I wonder if he could use a helper or two?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-494179387021898348?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/494179387021898348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=494179387021898348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/494179387021898348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/494179387021898348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/07/future-farmers-of-americanot.html' title='Future Farmers of America...Not!'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13u4GYCZdpA/Thxac6BGy9I/AAAAAAAABoA/h_-9E7hVVXE/s72-c/39th%2Banniversary%2B103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-5059994152994927104</id><published>2011-07-09T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T13:37:17.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up...</title><content type='html'>Let's see...it's been a while since I blogged. I believe the last post I wrote concerned Madison learning how to swim. A lot has happened since then--some of it not so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 days after finishing up with her swimming lessons, Madison developed "swimmer's ear". Not fun! Actually she spent part of the long Fourth of July weekend with the earache. Her mom got sick with some kind of "throat funk" and was sick part of the weekend, as well...It wasn't a fun time at Maddie's house. Tuesday, following the holiday, found both mother and daughter at the doctor's office! Both are still recovering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Caden and his family went on vacation during the long holiday weekend. They spent several days in northern Georgia near a lake. They were not alone, they vacationed with Christina's family, including many of Caden's cousins--most of whom are little boys. I'm sure he enjoyed himself immensely. I haven't seen them much since they returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been sort of quiet around our house during the past week, with half of the family sick, and the other half out-of-town. Fortunately, we still had "newlyweds", Brad and Jennifer, and granddog, "Newbie" to keep us us entertained some of the time. There's never a dull moment with those three around--especially Newbie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Newbie, Ed and I took care of her while her parents were on their honeymoon. She looked forward to coming to visit with us for a few hours each afternoon, but oh how she hated to go back home to her kennel! She would leave us a souvenier hole in our yard each day when she visited! So thoughtful of her, don't you think? Now, each time she gets a chance to get out of her kennel, guess where she comes??? To MiMi's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah those "grands"...ya' just gotta' love 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-5059994152994927104?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5059994152994927104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=5059994152994927104&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5059994152994927104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5059994152994927104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-9100375783227453492</id><published>2011-07-05T10:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T11:05:23.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Learned To Swim?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vffyFZNpr6Q/ThMhoP9ALBI/AAAAAAAABn4/dCQSZUWH0Oc/s1600/Brandy%2527s%2Bcamera%2B2%2B127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625877334876761106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vffyFZNpr6Q/ThMhoP9ALBI/AAAAAAAABn4/dCQSZUWH0Oc/s400/Brandy%2527s%2Bcamera%2B2%2B127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8K_xw3T4yE/ThMhTeE9VmI/AAAAAAAABnw/9FUkLP69nZs/s1600/Brandy%2527s%2Bcamera%2B2%2B130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625876977890973282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8K_xw3T4yE/ThMhTeE9VmI/AAAAAAAABnw/9FUkLP69nZs/s400/Brandy%2527s%2Bcamera%2B2%2B130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZ5c9oSu3vg/ThMhCe4jjFI/AAAAAAAABno/tqw3DkYjxLU/s1600/Madison%2Bswimming%2B121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625876686049610834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZ5c9oSu3vg/ThMhCe4jjFI/AAAAAAAABno/tqw3DkYjxLU/s400/Madison%2Bswimming%2B121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was growing up I experienced several "episodes" concerning water. I can remember at least three different, scarey, incidents whenever I thought I was going to drown. As a result, I grew into an adult who has a fear of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually, I conquered some of my fears concerning water, but not all. I learned how to swim a bit after we put in our swimming pool, but swimming is not something that comes natural to me, and I don't like to get my head under the water! My daughter, Brandy, is somewhat like me concerning water. She swims a bit, but hates to get her head wet as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granddaughter, Madison, has no fear of water at all, and loves it. Madison's mama thought it would be a good idea to enroll her in swimming lessons before she developed the fear. I'm so glad she did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison attended swimming lessons all last week, and she appears to be a "natural". She was diving off the diving board, and swimming across the pool by the last day of lessons. She loves swimming under the water! It was definately time and money "well-spent". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison will be enjoying her newly acquired swimming skills on their family vacation in a couple of weeks. Go, Maddie! The cycle has been broken...this MiMi is very proud! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-9100375783227453492?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/9100375783227453492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=9100375783227453492&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/9100375783227453492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/9100375783227453492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/07/guess-whos-learned-to-swim.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Learned To Swim?!'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vffyFZNpr6Q/ThMhoP9ALBI/AAAAAAAABn4/dCQSZUWH0Oc/s72-c/Brandy%2527s%2Bcamera%2B2%2B127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-1547699159210999563</id><published>2011-06-30T09:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T09:55:17.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think She Likes What She Sees...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E78H56r1R-4/Tgx-n6eDLKI/AAAAAAAABng/KmsG7IZxQiY/s1600/B%2Band%2BJ%2Bwedding%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624009258854198434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E78H56r1R-4/Tgx-n6eDLKI/AAAAAAAABng/KmsG7IZxQiY/s400/B%2Band%2BJ%2Bwedding%2B022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My daughter snapped this candid shot of Madison on Saturday while she was admiring herself in the mirror...From the look on her face, I think she likes what she sees!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Madison had the honor of being the flower girl at her Uncle Brad's wedding. Since she'd already had some practice at being a flower girl, she did a wonderful job! She dropped those rose petals like a real "pro".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Madison had gotten sick with strep throat earlier in the week, and wasn't feeling her best, but she did a great job anyway! Now MiMi owes Maddie and Cade a trip to "Chuck E Cheese"! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-1547699159210999563?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/1547699159210999563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=1547699159210999563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1547699159210999563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/1547699159210999563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-she-likes-what-she-sees.html' title='I Think She Likes What She Sees...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E78H56r1R-4/Tgx-n6eDLKI/AAAAAAAABng/KmsG7IZxQiY/s72-c/B%2Band%2BJ%2Bwedding%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-2963665550070748633</id><published>2011-06-28T23:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:51:36.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E-pa&apos;s truck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mk-wx9Cl1JM/Tgqe9D-o2oI/AAAAAAAABnY/gMohfssc5bc/s1600/264335_10150242299946428_500191427_7636372_3254963_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623481856602724994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mk-wx9Cl1JM/Tgqe9D-o2oI/AAAAAAAABnY/gMohfssc5bc/s400/264335_10150242299946428_500191427_7636372_3254963_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw this photograph of Caden on his mom's facebook page, I just had to borrow it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the biggest grin I've ever seen on his little face--and it's there because he's getting to ride in the back of his E-pa's old pickup truck! Remember those days??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry...we don't go very fast or very far, and we don't ride on the highway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nice to know that sometimes life's simplest pleasures still bring the biggest rewards--like a great big grin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-2963665550070748633?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2963665550070748633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=2963665550070748633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2963665550070748633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2963665550070748633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/06/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mk-wx9Cl1JM/Tgqe9D-o2oI/AAAAAAAABnY/gMohfssc5bc/s72-c/264335_10150242299946428_500191427_7636372_3254963_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-4660839184034436303</id><published>2011-06-27T08:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:23:31.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What?!  Caden Has Some News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQGDJGSHB20/Tghy0HlIY9I/AAAAAAAABnQ/rHDZp5Ynh60/s1600/6-27-2011%2B6%253B53%253B38%2BAM%2BCade%2527s%2Bt-shirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622870374485615570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQGDJGSHB20/Tghy0HlIY9I/AAAAAAAABnQ/rHDZp5Ynh60/s400/6-27-2011%2B6%253B53%253B38%2BAM%2BCade%2527s%2Bt-shirt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caden and his parents spent most of yesterday afternoon at our house, along with Maddie and her family. We were eating rehearsal dinner left-overs, and sitting around watching video of our youngest son's wedding. It was a relaxing time, following the hectic wedding events of the past two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone went home about mid-afternoon, but on Sunday evening Caden's family returned. As Caden was rambling around my kitchen, I noticed that he had on a new-looking t-shirt. I always enjoy reading the front of his shirts, so I called him over to let me see his shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nearly fell off the chair when I read the front of his shirt! I love surprises like this one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caden's mom has been sitting on this wonderful news for eight long weeks! She didn't want to distract from the wedding preparation and excitement, so she waited until after the wedding to make the announcement. I admire her for being so thoughtful of Brad and Jennifer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...sometime around New Year's Day, little Caden will have a big brother or sister--and this old MiMi can brush the dust off of her rocking chair! I am absolutely thrilled!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-4660839184034436303?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4660839184034436303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=4660839184034436303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/4660839184034436303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/4660839184034436303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/06/guess-what-caden-has-some-news.html' title='Guess What?!  Caden Has Some News...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQGDJGSHB20/Tghy0HlIY9I/AAAAAAAABnQ/rHDZp5Ynh60/s72-c/6-27-2011%2B6%253B53%253B38%2BAM%2BCade%2527s%2Bt-shirt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7476024122329725884</id><published>2011-06-23T11:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:42:33.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse My Absence...We Have A Wedding In Progress</title><content type='html'>If you have been wondering where I am lately, I'm "knee deep" in wedding activities. Our youngest son is getting married on Saturday, June 25th. That's in two days--barely more than 48 hours away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Madison and Caden are going to be in the wedding party, so I'm sure to have some tales to tell next week--and maybe a picture or two to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, Madison will be able to wear shoes in this wedding! If you recall, she ended up going barefooted the last time because the shoes shrank when they were dyed! The wedding is taking place smack in the middle of Caden's nap time, so this may prove to be interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Madison has been sick since Sunday. Yesterday, her mama gave in and took her to the doctor. It turned out that poor Madison has come down with strep throat! Yikes! No wonder she's been complaining...Hopefully, the antibiotics will kick in and she'll be better by Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed nap times, strep throat, aren't we off to a fantastic start? Wish us luck! I'll let you know how it all turns out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7476024122329725884?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7476024122329725884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7476024122329725884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7476024122329725884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7476024122329725884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/06/excuse-my-absencewe-have-wedding-in.html' title='Excuse My Absence...We Have A Wedding In Progress'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-5114583123550704905</id><published>2011-06-20T23:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:42:32.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Fun 2011 at OneTrueMedia.com</title><content type='html'>Here's a short clip of Madison, Cade, and Cade's daddy, Brett, enjoying some summertime fun!  The temperature here reached 104 degrees today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting note:  I have several "curious cats" roaming around the yard.  More than one or two of my cats may have checked out the swimming pool in my daughter's yard...Thus, all of the patches and duct tape on the ring around the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=e4fbd12b52883e23770a34" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=e4fbd12b52883e23770a34&amp;skin_id=1703&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make photo slide shows at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/639334064734796783-5114583123550704905?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5114583123550704905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=5114583123550704905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5114583123550704905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5114583123550704905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/06/summertime-fun-2011-at-onetruemediacom.html' title='Summertime Fun 2011 at OneTrueMedia.com'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7151024009306306296</id><published>2011-06-16T21:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:14:34.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bob White"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-L7ueb7ZbQ/Tfqzyq9Ki6I/AAAAAAAABnI/de7vCBmnwbY/s1600/quail%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619001168203778978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-L7ueb7ZbQ/Tfqzyq9Ki6I/AAAAAAAABnI/de7vCBmnwbY/s400/quail%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A long, long time ago, when I was just a little girl, I remember my grandmother teaching me the call of the "Bob White", aka known as a quail. She told me when the bird called out he was saying "&lt;em&gt;Bob, Bob White&lt;/em&gt;". I was intrigued by this bit of information, and have never forgotten it. I think of my grandmother every time I hear a quail sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, we've had a quail or two hanging around in the woods near our house. Every now and then we can hear the familiar call of "&lt;em&gt;Bob, Bob White&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day granddaughter, Madison, was visiting with me outside in our yard. A quail was singing its little heart out. I told Madison to listen to its call, then I explained to her that he was saying "&lt;em&gt;Bob Bob White&lt;/em&gt;". I wondered if she was really paying attention, and I thought about my grandmother again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days later, my daughter, who wasn't aware of my bird conversation with Madison, shared a funny story with me. She said that she and Madison were in the yard one day when a quail began to sing. Madison quickly exclaimed "He's calling Bob White"! My daughter asked "Who's Bob White?" Maddie said, "I don't know, but he's calling him!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So little Maddie was listening after all! And the legend passes from grandmother to granddaughter, one more time. I think that's sort of special! We still don't know who Bob White is though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/639334064734796783-7151024009306306296?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7151024009306306296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7151024009306306296&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7151024009306306296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7151024009306306296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/06/bob-white.html' title='&quot;Bob White&quot;...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-L7ueb7ZbQ/Tfqzyq9Ki6I/AAAAAAAABnI/de7vCBmnwbY/s72-c/quail%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-3010617344642563648</id><published>2011-06-13T10:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T11:06:54.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Favorite Kind of Bike...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iCcZUsZFI-8/TfYir6EMtCI/AAAAAAAABnA/h1eTx2SpTbE/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617715722907857954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iCcZUsZFI-8/TfYir6EMtCI/AAAAAAAABnA/h1eTx2SpTbE/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my previous post, I wrote about granddaughter, Madison, finally deciding to ride the bicycle that she's had for nearly two years. These days, it seems that she's developed a love for a new kind of bike...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our oldest son bought this motor scooter several years ago. He didn't ride it very much, and eventually it developed a flat tire. He left the scooter behind when he moved out, and got married. My husband eventually fixed the bike, and began riding it around the house a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband goes through spells of dusting the scooter off, and riding it up and down our dirt road. It's been many months since he's done this, but the other day, he dusted off the scooter once again...and look who wanted to ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now every afternoon, a little girl, with dark curly hair comes over to our house wanting a ride...Maddie's mother and I think that she looks entirely too happy sitting on the back of that motor scooter!!! It's sort of scary... This may be "bad news" for the Hello Kitty bicycle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-3010617344642563648?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3010617344642563648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=3010617344642563648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3010617344642563648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3010617344642563648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-favorite-kind-of-bike.html' title='A New Favorite Kind of Bike...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iCcZUsZFI-8/TfYir6EMtCI/AAAAAAAABnA/h1eTx2SpTbE/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-2568225928835216141</id><published>2011-06-11T10:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T10:51:19.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sight I Never Thought I'd See...</title><content type='html'>Nearly two years ago, my husband and I gave Madison a "Hello Kitty" bicycle for her third birthday. Wow, where does time go?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bicycle was just the right size for Madison when she received it, but she was afraid to ride it. Throughout the months following Madison's birthday, we all tried--without success--to get her to ride that bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this spring, Madison made up her mind to ride her bicycle--now that she is almost to big for it! We even had to raise the seat because her legs were so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jV3fYZuN6kI/TfN8PVo-9fI/AAAAAAAABm4/y2h9I1ImKSU/s1600/Memorial%2BDay%2B2011%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616969763210065394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jV3fYZuN6kI/TfN8PVo-9fI/AAAAAAAABm4/y2h9I1ImKSU/s400/Memorial%2BDay%2B2011%2B070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason for Madison's determination to finally ride her bike! Do you see that home in the distance? It's where her cousin Cade lives! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Madison rides her bike up the road, gets to play at Cade's house for a few minutes, then rides her bike back home again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her lucky mama gets to walk along beside her, helping her if she gets stuck on a rock, or needs help turning the bicycle around. (Some folks have all the luck, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bohSXsfMEzU/TfN7-tpMyLI/AAAAAAAABmw/Yr0a6R_y1c4/s1600/Memorial%2BDay%2B2011%2B071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616969477595646130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bohSXsfMEzU/TfN7-tpMyLI/AAAAAAAABmw/Yr0a6R_y1c4/s400/Memorial%2BDay%2B2011%2B071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seeing Madison ride that "Hello Kitty" bicycle is a sight I was beginning to think I'd never see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-2568225928835216141?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2568225928835216141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=2568225928835216141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2568225928835216141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2568225928835216141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/06/sight-i-never-thought-id-see.html' title='A Sight I Never Thought I&apos;d See...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jV3fYZuN6kI/TfN8PVo-9fI/AAAAAAAABm4/y2h9I1ImKSU/s72-c/Memorial%2BDay%2B2011%2B070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-5763235913117265122</id><published>2011-06-09T14:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T15:03:57.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tired "Handy Man" In the Making...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-reJpFpJQOfk/TfEUAhy0tiI/AAAAAAAABmo/KwBhIvAy5uQ/s1600/251396_10150202167356428_500191427_7498132_4920130_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616292209611814434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-reJpFpJQOfk/TfEUAhy0tiI/AAAAAAAABmo/KwBhIvAy5uQ/s400/251396_10150202167356428_500191427_7498132_4920130_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been meaning to write about Cade's recent obsession with my husband's tractor, lawnmower, and his tools. It's Cade's newest "phase". Children never cease to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time Cade comes to visit, he has to visit "E-pa's" tool shed, sit on "E's" tractor, or sit on the lawnmower! He's content to just sit on the lawnmower or tractor, but he really likes to ride the tractor with Ed! Cade seems to really enjoy exploring the contents of Ed's tool shed, all the while asking "What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's dark outside, and Cade's not able to do any of the things previously mentioned, my husband will take Cade into the bedroom and show him a box of tools that we keep inside of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen a little boy so thrilled at the sight of a hammer and a screw driver! I give the show "Handy Manny" all of the credit for this obsession! Cade is a loyal fan of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when Cade came for a visit, he arrived carrying a toy weed eater. His mama said that he fell in love with the weed eater the first time he saw it. From the looks of this photo that she took, I'd say she's correct! Someone once said--"a picture is worth a thousand words." I agree :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-5763235913117265122?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5763235913117265122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=5763235913117265122&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5763235913117265122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5763235913117265122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/06/tired-handy-man-in-making.html' title='A Tired &quot;Handy Man&quot; In the Making...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-reJpFpJQOfk/TfEUAhy0tiI/AAAAAAAABmo/KwBhIvAy5uQ/s72-c/251396_10150202167356428_500191427_7498132_4920130_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7245398381915750539</id><published>2011-06-08T08:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:48:29.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MiMi Update...</title><content type='html'>Thank you so much to those of you who commented on my last post. I appreciate your thoughts and prayers as I fight my way through this health "set back".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't write much about myself on this particular blog, but I am battling rheumatoid arthritis, and a gastric ulcer at the moment. I've had rheumatoid arthritis for over seventeen years, but have been able to keep it pretty much under control with two different types of medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, all medications have side effects, and the Nsaids required to treat arthritis are some of the most notorious--hence, the ulcer. Because of the ulcer, I've had to stop taking Nsaids for now, which has let my arthritis become more active. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to take some time for my stomach to heal. In the meantime, I'll just have to deal with the fatigue, pain, and stiffness that goes along with rheumatoid arthritis. Lord willing, it will pass. I actually had a pain-free day yesterday, praise the Lord! In the meantime, I have been able to spend short amounts of time with the "grands".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of those "grands"...they are growing like weeds! Caden is potty trained now, and talking up a storm! Madison has sort of taken on the role of "mother" and tries to boss him, but he is beginning to rebel. The two of them remind me of their parents as children. Brandy was always trying to be her brother's keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, just the other day, Caden's daddy told him that Brandy used to tell on him and cause him to get spankings! (she did) Those were the days, my friend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7245398381915750539?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7245398381915750539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7245398381915750539&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7245398381915750539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7245398381915750539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/06/mimi-update.html' title='MiMi Update...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-343167978921666029</id><published>2011-06-05T19:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:57:50.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Village Blocks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-DrksoO5D8/TewVkyris0I/AAAAAAAABmg/orUfXSaZSKw/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614886557248041794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-DrksoO5D8/TewVkyris0I/AAAAAAAABmg/orUfXSaZSKw/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I wrote, I haven't felt well for quite some time. Actually, I can't remember the last time that I felt what I'd call &lt;em&gt;good!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real down side of feeling lousy is not being able to babysit and spend time with the grandchildren. I managed to have them over for a couple of hours last week. I think they enjoyed themselves, and I did, too, but I required a nap whenever they went home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Madison and Cade were here, I brought out a set of Village Blocks that belonged to my sons when they were children(many years ago). I think the grandkids enjoyed playing with the little set. Cade especially liked the train! After playing with the village for a while, the grandkids &lt;em&gt;"destroyed&lt;/em&gt;" the village by knocking everything over. (What makes children do that?) I jokingly told them that the town had just been hit by Hurricane Madison and Cade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping I will eventually start feeling good again. Until then, my posts may be scarce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-343167978921666029?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/343167978921666029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=343167978921666029&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/343167978921666029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/343167978921666029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/06/village-blocks.html' title='The Village Blocks...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-DrksoO5D8/TewVkyris0I/AAAAAAAABmg/orUfXSaZSKw/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-8874634882575277477</id><published>2011-05-26T21:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:22:27.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out Our Big Boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rOiHkeggqb8/Td8HUXY296I/AAAAAAAABmI/HikVIGwSxWU/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611211707183986594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rOiHkeggqb8/Td8HUXY296I/AAAAAAAABmI/HikVIGwSxWU/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't Caden getting big?&lt;br /&gt;How about his "big boy" haircut?! &lt;br /&gt;With Brandy's help, I was able to snap this photo of him the other day while he was at her house swimming in the kiddie pool with Madison. &lt;br /&gt;The only way we could keep him still long enough for a photo, was to give him a tootsie roll, which Brandy supplied.&lt;br /&gt;He's a busy boy these days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-8874634882575277477?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8874634882575277477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=8874634882575277477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8874634882575277477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8874634882575277477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/05/check-out-our-big-boy.html' title='Check Out Our Big Boy...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rOiHkeggqb8/Td8HUXY296I/AAAAAAAABmI/HikVIGwSxWU/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-8465297868557724459</id><published>2011-05-23T09:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T09:53:35.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison's End of the Year Program...</title><content type='html'>Here is the video of Madison's School Closing Program. Madison is standing beside the microphone wearing a turquoise and white dress. She appears to be enjoying herself. The two little girls on the back row don't seem to be feeling the same way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/csvI58boX7s" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-8465297868557724459?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8465297868557724459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=8465297868557724459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8465297868557724459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8465297868557724459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/05/madisons-end-of-year-program.html' title='Madison&apos;s End of the Year Program...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/csvI58boX7s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-5421211092191766416</id><published>2011-05-21T21:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:50:33.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gcFbsq7J3zE/Tdhnj9jG1fI/AAAAAAAABmA/dvzeZ8MfSew/s1600/100_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609347203404846578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gcFbsq7J3zE/Tdhnj9jG1fI/AAAAAAAABmA/dvzeZ8MfSew/s400/100_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison has already been out of school for over a week now! I took some pictures, and some video of the closing program, but I haven't taken time to share. I was so proud of Madison on the evening of the program! She sang, recited three different pledges, and really seemed to enjoy herself. Oh how I'd love to stop time, and make these sweet, innocent days last longer for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I get the video of the program uploaded, and ready to share, I'll just share the photo above of Madison sitting on stage. Isn't she a cutie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Miss Madison has been enjoying her summer days! In just the past week, she's been to the library, a t-ball game, played at Caden's house, had Caden and some friends over to her house, and swam in her pool twice! You go Madison!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/639334064734796783-5421211092191766416?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5421211092191766416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=5421211092191766416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5421211092191766416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5421211092191766416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gcFbsq7J3zE/Tdhnj9jG1fI/AAAAAAAABmA/dvzeZ8MfSew/s72-c/100_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-2292423002143236291</id><published>2011-05-16T11:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:36:59.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing With The Stars...No, With E-pa!</title><content type='html'>Granddaughter, Madison, loves to dance! She loves to sing, too, but that's a post for another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm told that she and her daddy have been known to dance in their living room at night, with dolls lined up on the couch, as their judges. I've never witnessed this, but I'd love to be a fly on the wall some evening when it's taking place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYH1rxL9Uas/TdE9xCJEeiI/AAAAAAAABl4/xtnn4rDLgyA/s1600/March%2B2011%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607330923650775586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYH1rxL9Uas/TdE9xCJEeiI/AAAAAAAABl4/xtnn4rDLgyA/s400/March%2B2011%2B051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, Madison was over at our house visiting one evening. My husband and I were in the middle of watching "Survivor, Redemption Island", but Madison was in a dancing mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_a9cOg8mF0/TdE9lzYzJ0I/AAAAAAAABlw/EPI__mNpBmA/s1600/March%2B2011%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607330730711656258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_a9cOg8mF0/TdE9lzYzJ0I/AAAAAAAABlw/EPI__mNpBmA/s400/March%2B2011%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison talked "E-pa" into dancing with her during the commercial breaks! It's one of the things that makes me love my husband so much. He's never too tired, or two busy to say "no". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two of them whirled and twirled together while the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commercials&lt;/span&gt; played. Meanwhile, I sat on the couch and took pictures! At the end of the commercial breaks, the two of them sat down and watched "Survivor", while "E" caught his breath! During the next commercial, the two were back up dancing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xcHgpqUyjSc/TdE9Z7SFbbI/AAAAAAAABlo/A6-a5DnWZRc/s1600/March%2B2011%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607330526672547250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xcHgpqUyjSc/TdE9Z7SFbbI/AAAAAAAABlo/A6-a5DnWZRc/s400/March%2B2011%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of those sweet, priceless moments, and, fortunately, I was able to capture it in photos. A grandfather sharing a dance--or two--with his granddaughter. I just had to share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also think the lovely couple deserves a "10"! What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/639334064734796783-2292423002143236291?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2292423002143236291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=2292423002143236291&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2292423002143236291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2292423002143236291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/05/dancing-with-starsno-with-e-pa.html' title='Dancing With The Stars...No, With E-pa!'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYH1rxL9Uas/TdE9xCJEeiI/AAAAAAAABl4/xtnn4rDLgyA/s72-c/March%2B2011%2B051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-6912973082428275257</id><published>2011-05-10T10:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T10:48:09.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Recital Was A Success...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z8awBHqv7ME/TclMHvNgGkI/AAAAAAAABlI/A0BR1TfSX2A/s1600/May%2B2011%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605094907055184450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z8awBHqv7ME/TclMHvNgGkI/AAAAAAAABlI/A0BR1TfSX2A/s400/May%2B2011%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Madison, (far left) dancing during her first dance recital&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday night marked the end of Madison's first year of dance. Her recital was held in our county high school's auditorium, which also happens to be the lunchroom. The seating was awful. We had to sit in those little plastic lunchroom chairs, and we could only see the backs of people's heads who were sitting in front of us. I managed to get an aisle seat, so I could see better than most. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, the show was very entertaining. There's nothing more delightful to watch than little girls wearing dancing costumes, especially tutus! Of course, I only had eyes for a particular ballerina--and her name is Madison!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Madison did a great job! She didn't have a bit of "stage fright". She knew her dances, and she performed them well. Let me tell you, I was one proud "MiMi" on Saturday night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dance is over for this year...and just in time! Madison's dancing shoes are too small. Her feet will barely fit in them anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not sure what next year will bring. I'm secretly hoping that Madison will be able to take dance lessons again next year. I think she was just getting started when the year ended. I guess I'll just have to wait and see!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-6912973082428275257?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6912973082428275257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=6912973082428275257&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6912973082428275257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6912973082428275257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/05/recital-was-success.html' title='The Recital Was A Success...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z8awBHqv7ME/TclMHvNgGkI/AAAAAAAABlI/A0BR1TfSX2A/s72-c/May%2B2011%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-2389945343369713398</id><published>2011-05-07T07:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T08:11:40.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Word Saturday...May 7 edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My six words&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This little cutie will dance tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1QGIR6lhmE/TcUzIKNecFI/AAAAAAAABlA/VCpLrUxbQpw/s1600/5-7-2011%2B7%253B49%253B53%2BAM%2BMadison%2527s%2B1st%2Bdance%2Bpic.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603941526605295698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1QGIR6lhmE/TcUzIKNecFI/AAAAAAAABlA/VCpLrUxbQpw/s400/5-7-2011%2B7%253B49%253B53%2BAM%2BMadison%2527s%2B1st%2Bdance%2Bpic.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granddaughter, Madison's, first year of dance will come to an end this evening, when she dances in her dance recital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dance has been a lot of fun for Madison. She's learned so much, as well as made many new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A special "thank you" goes out to Madison's Aunt Sarah, for making this dancing opportunity possible, by paying her dance tuition for the entire year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck, Madison, go out there and just have fun! You'll always be our favorite &lt;em&gt;tiny dancer&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.showmyface.com/search/label/6WS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp35/showmyface/guts/6wsButton.jpg" /&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/639334064734796783-2389945343369713398?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2389945343369713398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=2389945343369713398&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2389945343369713398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2389945343369713398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/05/six-word-saturdaymay-7-edition.html' title='Six Word Saturday...May 7 edition'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1QGIR6lhmE/TcUzIKNecFI/AAAAAAAABlA/VCpLrUxbQpw/s72-c/5-7-2011%2B7%253B49%253B53%2BAM%2BMadison%2527s%2B1st%2Bdance%2Bpic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-940609298680668713</id><published>2011-05-03T22:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:51:21.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking A Mile In Her Shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqbnBf8LmQo/TcC-uWIDbGI/AAAAAAAABkw/v4wA4dowBtg/s1600/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602687639871515746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqbnBf8LmQo/TcC-uWIDbGI/AAAAAAAABkw/v4wA4dowBtg/s400/097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandson, Caden, takes a moment to try out his mom's shoes. He walks quite well in heels!&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/639334064734796783-940609298680668713?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/940609298680668713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=940609298680668713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/940609298680668713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/940609298680668713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/05/walking-mile-in-her-shoes.html' title='Walking A Mile In Her Shoes...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqbnBf8LmQo/TcC-uWIDbGI/AAAAAAAABkw/v4wA4dowBtg/s72-c/097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-9066577811964126212</id><published>2011-04-28T21:16:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:58:45.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Easter Happiness...Madison's version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sudmezJBUqI/TboWPmEv-ZI/AAAAAAAABko/kNjQh7EEGjA/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600813543762950546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sudmezJBUqI/TboWPmEv-ZI/AAAAAAAABko/kNjQh7EEGjA/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madison's Easter happiness began with coloring eggs, with her mama, at MiMi's house!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nkEzJeOVe5g/TboUanXVHcI/AAAAAAAABkg/Lmltqgn38Vs/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600811534064623042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nkEzJeOVe5g/TboUanXVHcI/AAAAAAAABkg/Lmltqgn38Vs/s400/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Playing with the dyed Easter eggs was fun, too! Madison liked making the eggs "talk" to each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZAWKq5qOGY/TboTjsqc9bI/AAAAAAAABkY/gCwJ6OWoGw4/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600810590594201010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZAWKq5qOGY/TboTjsqc9bI/AAAAAAAABkY/gCwJ6OWoGw4/s400/070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easter happiness was leaving an empty basket out...and finding out (the next morning) that the Easter Bunny filled it sometime during the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GPDcF9t1bc/TboTSyZ25dI/AAAAAAAABkQ/pO_QWiEEyks/s1600/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600810300077434322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GPDcF9t1bc/TboTSyZ25dI/AAAAAAAABkQ/pO_QWiEEyks/s400/093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easter happiness was also receiving a gift bucket from cousin, Caden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJs4asR4C7U/TboSww-R0nI/AAAAAAAABkI/hzOFgJSQ6T0/s1600/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600809715577770610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJs4asR4C7U/TboSww-R0nI/AAAAAAAABkI/hzOFgJSQ6T0/s400/115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Easter happiness was hunting for Easter eggs with E-pa, and finding the camouflaged egg...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4VY1xW4Mm0/TboSNJ6ZTFI/AAAAAAAABkA/LuLDJY_xsiQ/s1600/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600809103797079122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4VY1xW4Mm0/TboSNJ6ZTFI/AAAAAAAABkA/LuLDJY_xsiQ/s400/124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the best kind of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Easter happiness came after the egg hunt...opening the eggs and find out what was inside!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-9066577811964126212?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/9066577811964126212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=9066577811964126212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/9066577811964126212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/9066577811964126212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/04/2011-easter-happinessmadisons-version.html' title='2011 Easter Happiness...Madison&apos;s version'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sudmezJBUqI/TboWPmEv-ZI/AAAAAAAABko/kNjQh7EEGjA/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-8898377263589279235</id><published>2011-04-26T23:16:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:46:20.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Easter Happiness...by Caden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eGA4TRmHN3Y/TbeOzopET8I/AAAAAAAABj4/P2lyRY4frmg/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600101679392640962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eGA4TRmHN3Y/TbeOzopET8I/AAAAAAAABj4/P2lyRY4frmg/s400/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easter happiness is gathering together with family, to color eggs at MiMi's house--and getting to stand up in the kitchen chair while doing it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r0ZsfmzOEAk/TbeONlW1INI/AAAAAAAABjw/uU8KywLH-70/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600101025675813074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r0ZsfmzOEAk/TbeONlW1INI/AAAAAAAABjw/uU8KywLH-70/s400/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; and it's dropping that first boiled egg into a cup of egg dye...ker plunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lcp93I_fH3M/TbeN0SG1JNI/AAAAAAAABjo/yoDtlSLU1mM/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600100591011701970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lcp93I_fH3M/TbeN0SG1JNI/AAAAAAAABjo/yoDtlSLU1mM/s400/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness is also making a little mess with the egg dye...before deciding that I'd really rather go outside to play!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zhDcuaoh5E/TbeNR-tSU5I/AAAAAAAABjg/nH7wBvcKJAw/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600100001688736658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zhDcuaoh5E/TbeNR-tSU5I/AAAAAAAABjg/nH7wBvcKJAw/s400/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easter happiness is...eating one of Brandy's Easter cookies with a popscicle stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7Z0t3FKF5U/TbeL8mI27vI/AAAAAAAABjY/oSQ4rvX23AA/s1600/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600098534804614898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7Z0t3FKF5U/TbeL8mI27vI/AAAAAAAABjY/oSQ4rvX23AA/s400/101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easter happiness is...emptying the entire bag of goodies, from MiMi and E, to see what all is in there! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6eiv1p9dSo/TbeLDz_LMTI/AAAAAAAABjQ/njhdNJxlAR4/s1600/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600097559269552434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6eiv1p9dSo/TbeLDz_LMTI/AAAAAAAABjQ/njhdNJxlAR4/s400/118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and best of all, Easter happiness is finding those hidden Easter eggs...in the strangest places&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/639334064734796783-8898377263589279235?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8898377263589279235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=8898377263589279235&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8898377263589279235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8898377263589279235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/04/2011-easter-happinessby-caden.html' title='2011 Easter Happiness...by Caden'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eGA4TRmHN3Y/TbeOzopET8I/AAAAAAAABj4/P2lyRY4frmg/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-6112277544816362366</id><published>2011-04-21T22:24:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:32:22.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Memories...In Photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e69J7UX3fTM/TbDwTinPC7I/AAAAAAAABjA/k1CFCle857g/s1600/100_2531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598238555321076658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e69J7UX3fTM/TbDwTinPC7I/AAAAAAAABjA/k1CFCle857g/s400/100_2531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Madison's first Easter--2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AP7ohiKJVsE/TbDv-jfTa8I/AAAAAAAABi4/2AxvpfGIryI/s1600/100_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598238194778991554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AP7ohiKJVsE/TbDv-jfTa8I/AAAAAAAABi4/2AxvpfGIryI/s400/100_0163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caden's first Easter--2009 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywVpK-Pe6Ps/TbDvtuuuqfI/AAAAAAAABiw/jJUaOkBwcvI/s1600/100_2409a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598237905738705394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywVpK-Pe6Ps/TbDvtuuuqfI/AAAAAAAABiw/jJUaOkBwcvI/s400/100_2409a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madison's second Easter, wearing the outfit that I bought her for Easter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LcKLMA0Rlyg/TbDvWyRI8nI/AAAAAAAABio/8LwIhiV2Wmo/s1600/100_0152a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598237511551349362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LcKLMA0Rlyg/TbDvWyRI8nI/AAAAAAAABio/8LwIhiV2Wmo/s400/100_0152a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caden, posing for MiMi's camera &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxcbAT7OLj0/TbDsmn23exI/AAAAAAAABiI/ZjKGyir3xoM/s1600/100_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598234485099821842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxcbAT7OLj0/TbDsmn23exI/AAAAAAAABiI/ZjKGyir3xoM/s400/100_0096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Miss Madison, looking like a precious little lady, on her third Easter in 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meanwhile Caden seems to be getting the hang of hunting eggs in 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wbUqRGYYd_8/TbDsTR0eugI/AAAAAAAABiA/njAycdGfZ1s/s1600/Easter%2B10%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598234152766716418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wbUqRGYYd_8/TbDsTR0eugI/AAAAAAAABiA/njAycdGfZ1s/s400/Easter%2B10%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5J418Oks3A/TbDryxoZRYI/AAAAAAAABh4/b3U7ZjB10Jw/s1600/196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598233594370278786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5J418Oks3A/TbDryxoZRYI/AAAAAAAABh4/b3U7ZjB10Jw/s400/196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madison poses with her basket full of eggs at the 2010 church egg hunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lSYZ_wiNk90/TbDrIT-wziI/AAAAAAAABhw/Zr5wUP5jwsU/s1600/Easter%2Bn%2BSpring%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598232864856526370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lSYZ_wiNk90/TbDrIT-wziI/AAAAAAAABhw/Zr5wUP5jwsU/s400/Easter%2Bn%2BSpring%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doesn't this young man look positively dashing in his vest and cap???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But Little Miss Madison doesn't look very happy about being dressed up, and having her picture taken... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylFH644GFU0/TbDqmWNKhpI/AAAAAAAABho/xZ3qMWJXCcs/s1600/Easter%2Bn%2BSpring%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598232281338250898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylFH644GFU0/TbDqmWNKhpI/AAAAAAAABho/xZ3qMWJXCcs/s400/Easter%2Bn%2BSpring%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait to see what memories this Easter will bring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-6112277544816362366?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6112277544816362366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=6112277544816362366&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6112277544816362366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6112277544816362366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-memoriesin-photographs.html' title='Easter Memories...In Photographs'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e69J7UX3fTM/TbDwTinPC7I/AAAAAAAABjA/k1CFCle857g/s72-c/100_2531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-3003603271597692704</id><published>2011-04-20T20:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:14:41.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Empty Box...</title><content type='html'>What is it about an empty cardboard box that captivates children? In all of my years on this old earth, it's always been my experience that &lt;em&gt;all children love to play in boxes! &lt;/em&gt;Sometimes our own children played with the empty box longer than they played with the toy that came inside of the box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter needed a few empty boxes, so a couple of weeks ago, my husband came home from work bringing an empty cardboard box. On that particular day both of the grandchildren were visiting. Can you guess what happened next??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WItbGReZb4/Ta976cne5wI/AAAAAAAABhg/LJcGWg4b--U/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597829105889240834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WItbGReZb4/Ta976cne5wI/AAAAAAAABhg/LJcGWg4b--U/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It wasn't long before one grandchild, whose name happens to be Madison, gravitated toward the empty box, and soon began having some fun! It wasn't long before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l15HIEs88Zw/Ta97quHtnLI/AAAAAAAABhY/0Zmlas2Rd_U/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597828835709918386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l15HIEs88Zw/Ta97quHtnLI/AAAAAAAABhY/0Zmlas2Rd_U/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a second grandchild, whose name is Caden, gravitated toward the box and the child, who was now happily playing inside of the box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JeGvF-0ZSs/Ta97T2AXS4I/AAAAAAAABhQ/ZKQ2nJ1VsLE/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597828442689588098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JeGvF-0ZSs/Ta97T2AXS4I/AAAAAAAABhQ/ZKQ2nJ1VsLE/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before long, both grandkids were taking turns playing "Peek-a-Boo" from inside of the box...They also sat inside of it pretending that it was a car...and then they turned the box over and fell out of it laughing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proving my theory, once again, "the more some things change, the more others stay the same"...ONE EMPTY BOX plus A CHILD, OR TWO, equals FUN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-3003603271597692704?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3003603271597692704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=3003603271597692704&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3003603271597692704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3003603271597692704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/04/empty-box.html' title='An Empty Box...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WItbGReZb4/Ta976cne5wI/AAAAAAAABhg/LJcGWg4b--U/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7693792227225882423</id><published>2011-04-18T23:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:06:50.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shootin' Car...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uj1ojowSVmo/Ta0Jen9znVI/AAAAAAAABhI/2Z0Q2trwX-E/s1600/images%255B4%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uj1ojowSVmo/Ta0Jen9znVI/AAAAAAAABhI/2Z0Q2trwX-E/s400/images%255B4%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597140333620338002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Madison, her mother, and I decided to go to McDonald's for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were preparing to exit the car, Madison began saying that she saw a "shootin' car".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said the "shootin' car" looked like her gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all finally got out of the car, my daughter and I looked toward the drive-thru, and saw what Madison was referring to...It was a camouflaged pickup truck, a.k.a. "a shootin' car"!  Who would've guessed???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7693792227225882423?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7693792227225882423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7693792227225882423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7693792227225882423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7693792227225882423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/04/shooting-car.html' title='The Shootin&apos; Car...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uj1ojowSVmo/Ta0Jen9znVI/AAAAAAAABhI/2Z0Q2trwX-E/s72-c/images%255B4%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7464248457149012630</id><published>2011-04-17T23:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T23:42:04.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound Of Laughter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phpXMP2-bCM/Tauvt2HS1xI/AAAAAAAABhA/0LBs-ZEGlsE/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596760164093056786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phpXMP2-bCM/Tauvt2HS1xI/AAAAAAAABhA/0LBs-ZEGlsE/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world makes me happier than hearing the giggles of Madison and Caden! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them just love to get together to play, and yes, at times even argue a bit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day I snapped the above photo, the two of them were playing with "E-pa" and the pretend food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E-pa" was pretending to eat any and everything that was offered to him out of the pretend food stash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giggles really began to flow when "E-pa" got the pretend toaster, and kept making the toast pop up in the air! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish I had taken some video instead of a photograph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not the same without the giggles... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why they say "Laughter is the best medicine". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we can't bottle it and sell it at the neighborhood pharmacy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7464248457149012630?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7464248457149012630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7464248457149012630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7464248457149012630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7464248457149012630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/04/sound-of-laughter.html' title='The Sound Of Laughter...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phpXMP2-bCM/Tauvt2HS1xI/AAAAAAAABhA/0LBs-ZEGlsE/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-8482108430530495385</id><published>2011-04-14T20:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T08:29:20.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brett Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3GlkILjQQGk/TaTy5zquMyI/AAAAAAAABg4/sHqZcitMnXU/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594863712036860706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3GlkILjQQGk/TaTy5zquMyI/AAAAAAAABg4/sHqZcitMnXU/s400/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few days ago, when Caden came to visit, he had a nasty-looking busted lip. I asked him what happened, and he told me that he "fell out of a Manny chair". Boys will be boys... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Caden came to visit, and he had another "boo boo". This time, he had a bruise on the side of his face. His mama told him to explain to me how he got his new "boo boo". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden began to tell me the story about falling out of the Manny chair again. His mama stopped him in mid-story, and said "not that "boo boo", the new one!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden looked at us with those big blue eyes, and said in a very serious tone, "My Brett says, I don't know, and I don't care!" I nearly fell over laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, Brett is Caden's daddy, and those words sounded exactly like something "my Brett "would say! Like father, like son...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-8482108430530495385?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8482108430530495385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=8482108430530495385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8482108430530495385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8482108430530495385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-brett-says.html' title='My Brett Says...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3GlkILjQQGk/TaTy5zquMyI/AAAAAAAABg4/sHqZcitMnXU/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-5249786211147400258</id><published>2011-04-12T20:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T20:37:58.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison sings 12 Months of the Year at OneTrueMedia.com</title><content type='html'>Here's a little video of our granddaughter, Madison, singing a little song that she's learned while attending "Wee Ones".  It's short and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=dc986b920077ea19695cb2" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="475" height="398" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=dc986b920077ea19695cb2&amp;skin_id=1012&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:475px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-5249786211147400258?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/5249786211147400258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=5249786211147400258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5249786211147400258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/5249786211147400258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/04/madison-sings-12-months-of-year-at.html' title='Madison sings 12 Months of the Year at OneTrueMedia.com'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-4779718899623947588</id><published>2011-04-09T19:46:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T21:02:11.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who Went To The Park...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't it funny how some of our best times happen spontaneously? We had one of those kinds of days last week, when my daughter decided on a whim, to make a visit to a nearby park. She also decided to invite me, Caden, and Caden's mama along. &lt;br /&gt;It was getting near lunchtime, so we made a detour by McDonald's to get some food. Nothing makes the little ones happy like a "Happy Meal"! There are also times when a "Happy Meal" makes MiMi happy, too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park turned out to be a fantastic place for the children to play. It was completely fenced in, so we could relax a bit while they played on the playground equipment. Madison is big enough to get on the playground equipment by herself which was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the day came the whistle blew, and a train came speeding by on the adjacent railroad tracks! Caden was absolutely thrilled because he loves "Thomas" the train! After the train went by, Caden said, "I want it to come back!" After a couple of hours in the warm sunshine, and a "Happy Meal", guess who was ready for a nap??? Everybody! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOmYe8EMxuY/TaDyQNlsvKI/AAAAAAAABgw/pdMJBVXtGZY/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593737097533766818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOmYe8EMxuY/TaDyQNlsvKI/AAAAAAAABgw/pdMJBVXtGZY/s400/015.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loving the springing rubber ducky...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBqrnJDHRBw/TaDx8r-TLvI/AAAAAAAABgo/d1NqUcPZKMM/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593736762092629746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBqrnJDHRBw/TaDx8r-TLvI/AAAAAAAABgo/d1NqUcPZKMM/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the teeter totter...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd6jOyc9SAA/TaDwmlPcJsI/AAAAAAAABgg/VaqFJ5Cv8pc/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593735282816722626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd6jOyc9SAA/TaDwmlPcJsI/AAAAAAAABgg/VaqFJ5Cv8pc/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and the "Happy Meals"...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-4779718899623947588?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4779718899623947588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=4779718899623947588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/4779718899623947588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/4779718899623947588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/04/look-who-went-to-park.html' title='Look Who Went To The Park...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOmYe8EMxuY/TaDyQNlsvKI/AAAAAAAABgw/pdMJBVXtGZY/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-7446691318564410025</id><published>2011-04-07T10:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:03:39.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden's Neighbor...The Donkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CXg5y2nPENQ/TZ3OaTmSDDI/AAAAAAAABgY/fHMNstddHDw/s1600/196229_10150144671961428_500191427_7021525_5233507_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592853263596784690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CXg5y2nPENQ/TZ3OaTmSDDI/AAAAAAAABgY/fHMNstddHDw/s400/196229_10150144671961428_500191427_7021525_5233507_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caden and Mr. Donkey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our entire family lives on the family farm belonging to my husband's parents. In addition to each other, our closest neighbors are cattle...and an occasional donkey. Our neighbor raises Black Angus beef cattle, and he utilizes donkeys to help protect his herd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all well acquainted with one of the donkeys in particular. Any time one of us walks or rides a bike down our little dirt road beside Mr. Donkey's fence, he blows and snorts at us! He used to "bully" Caden's daddy when he tried to jog up and down the road. It must have worked, because there hasn't been much running going on in a while... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Donkey tries hard to be intimidating, but we've discovered if we walk toward Mr. Donkey, he quickly retreats. Apparently, Mr. Donkey and Caden have a better relationship than the rest of us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The above photo was borrowed from Caden's mama's facebook page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-7446691318564410025?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7446691318564410025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=7446691318564410025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7446691318564410025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/7446691318564410025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/04/cadens-neighborthe-donkey.html' title='Caden&apos;s Neighbor...The Donkey'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CXg5y2nPENQ/TZ3OaTmSDDI/AAAAAAAABgY/fHMNstddHDw/s72-c/196229_10150144671961428_500191427_7021525_5233507_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-56986496634753581</id><published>2011-04-05T15:52:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T22:17:55.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flower Girl Who Took Her Job Very Seriously...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0ozZ9tG4PM/TZvL_dNCoFI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Sgu2OQOYi04/s1600/Madison%2Bin%2Bwedding%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592287653342126162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0ozZ9tG4PM/TZvL_dNCoFI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Sgu2OQOYi04/s400/Madison%2Bin%2Bwedding%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison had her first experience as a "flower girl" on last Saturday evening--and her mama says she did a great job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The evening started out a bit "shaky" with all three of the flower girls having aching feet before the wedding. There was a problem concerning the shoes and socks for the little girls. In the end, they simply ended up going down the aisle barefooted...How simple is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison took her job as flower girl very serious! Brandy says she was so particular where she placed the rose petals, that she caused a little gap in the wedding procession...to the point her parents were wondering if she refused to walk the aisle! No worries though, Madison was meticulously placing those petals, and her mom says she looked precious while doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, Madison still had some petals left by the time she reached the front of the church, so on the way out of the church, she was still trying to spread a few more! Don't you just love a four-year-old who takes her work seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-56986496634753581?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/56986496634753581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=56986496634753581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/56986496634753581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/56986496634753581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/04/flower-girl-who-took-her-job-very.html' title='A Flower Girl Who Took Her Job Very Seriously...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0ozZ9tG4PM/TZvL_dNCoFI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Sgu2OQOYi04/s72-c/Madison%2Bin%2Bwedding%2B062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-6558945449142709743</id><published>2011-04-03T23:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:27:39.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Said What??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2my40yIEPZg/TZk5xVRs9CI/AAAAAAAABgI/9-eDhpv3WIc/s1600/Madison%2Bin%2Bwedding%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591563932044948514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2my40yIEPZg/TZk5xVRs9CI/AAAAAAAABgI/9-eDhpv3WIc/s400/Madison%2Bin%2Bwedding%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I wrote the previous post about my daughter's dilemma about where to send our granddaughter to school, an interesting thing happened. I got an email from her entitled "&lt;em&gt;Home schooling is sounding better and better".&lt;/em&gt; Here's the reason for that email...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, the other night Madison and her daddy were playing together, and at some point during their playtime, Madison called her daddy an ugly word. She called him a "b_st_rd"! Madison's parents couldn't believe their ears so they asked her to repeat what she said--and she did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when the fireworks began next-door! After things settled down, Brandy asked Madison where in the world had she ever hear such a word. Madison told her mama that a little boy at school calls her that during recess--as a sort of "term of endearment!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After hearing this story, my husband muttered under his breath,&lt;em&gt; "I need to teach Madison a word to call that boy next time he calls her a b_st_rd..." &lt;/em&gt;He was joking of course--I think! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the saga continues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-6558945449142709743?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6558945449142709743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=6558945449142709743&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6558945449142709743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6558945449142709743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-said-what.html' title='She Said What??!!'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2my40yIEPZg/TZk5xVRs9CI/AAAAAAAABgI/9-eDhpv3WIc/s72-c/Madison%2Bin%2Bwedding%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-2591372094336723699</id><published>2011-03-31T11:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T11:57:55.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The School Dilema...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3qyjEDCBjsc/TZSjH29bh7I/AAAAAAAABgA/-KXoMa8_rCI/s1600/056%2Bpet%2Bday%2Bpics%2Bof%2BMaddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590272392881211314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3qyjEDCBjsc/TZSjH29bh7I/AAAAAAAABgA/-KXoMa8_rCI/s400/056%2Bpet%2Bday%2Bpics%2Bof%2BMaddie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pictured: Madison and her friend, at "Wee Ones", on "Pet Day" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know where the time has flown, but Madison is well on her way to becoming a five-year-old. Because of her late fall birthday, she will be entering pre-K just before she turns five. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With school registrations already taking place for next year, my daughter and her husband are facing the tough decision of where to send Madison to school next year. It's a tough call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On one hand, public school pre-K is free, but it lasts all day. Madison would have to leave her house on a school bus at 7 o'clock in the morning, and wouldn't return until nearly 4 o'clock! That's a l-o-n-g day for anyone, especially a little one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've also worked in the public school system, and I know the kinds of kids the teachers have to deal with. Some of the children cause&lt;em&gt; real&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;problems&lt;/em&gt;--even as early as pre-K! Unfortunately, in my opinion, some of the teachers are not what they should be either. I hate the thoughts of any of my grandchildren being exposed to things that I've seen and experienced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a four-year-old program at the church where Madison currently attends "Wee Ones". It is only four days a week, four hours a day. The only drawback is that it costs money, and then you have to furnish transportation to and from school each day. We live 7 miles from the school. With today's worsening economy, both of these things--tuition and transportation-- could become issues... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know how all of this is going to turn out, but I do know that I'm glad I don't have to make the decisions. It's tough raising children in these tough times... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We should all say a special prayer every night for the young parents who are so desperately trying to do the right thing for their children, and while we are at it, we should say a prayer for those children whose parents just don't seem to care... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-2591372094336723699?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2591372094336723699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-101026567007566584</id><published>2011-03-27T15:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:25:12.304-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patricks Day'/><title type='text'>MiMi's Little Pots of Gold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBBZ7vJplrg/TY-XLeqqzYI/AAAAAAAABf4/FsOqZXRw3h8/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588851886056459650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBBZ7vJplrg/TY-XLeqqzYI/AAAAAAAABf4/FsOqZXRw3h8/s400/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recently, it occurred to me that I didn't do a post about St. Patrick's Day this year. I haven't been feeling myself, and it sort of slipped by me...MiMi's getting older, you know!.... I didn't do anything special on that day--other than going to the grocery store! In fact, I even forgot about wearing green until I got to the store and saw others dressed in green. I came home and changed into my green shirt!..... Madison went to school that day, then came home telling me that "the leprechaun had left footprints all over!" The students made a St. Patrick's Day hat, and received some little gifts from the teachers--among them was a "light-up" shamrock necklace which was pretty neat!..... Caden spent some time at his "Aunt LouLee's" daycare on St. Patrick's Day, and she painted a shamrock painted on his face! At the end of the day, that sweet little man brought Madison, his "E-pa", and me little bags of green and yellow M&amp;amp;M's for a St. Paddy's Day gift. Thanks, Caden!..... My two "little leprechauns" were outside playing when I quickly snapped the photo above. We had to bribe Caden with candy corn to get him to be still long enough for me to take the picture. That boy never stops...After all, he's a happy, healthy, two-year-old boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-101026567007566584?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/101026567007566584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=101026567007566584&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/101026567007566584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/101026567007566584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/03/mimis-little-pots-of-gold.html' title='MiMi&apos;s Little Pots of Gold...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBBZ7vJplrg/TY-XLeqqzYI/AAAAAAAABf4/FsOqZXRw3h8/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-8734001167208052407</id><published>2011-03-23T10:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T10:25:34.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cade's Got A New Set Of Wheels...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSkpXRnpjNE/TYoAcLq90GI/AAAAAAAABfw/QkX9HNHG49M/s1600/198960_10150109215931428_500191427_6902718_2577915_nCade%2527s%2Bfirst%2Bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587278771875860578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSkpXRnpjNE/TYoAcLq90GI/AAAAAAAABfw/QkX9HNHG49M/s400/198960_10150109215931428_500191427_6902718_2577915_nCade%2527s%2Bfirst%2Bride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I knew it would happen one day, I just didn't think it would be quite this soon!  One afternoon last week, grandson, Caden, came driving up in the yard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend before last, his parents bought him his first "official set of wheels"...He's got a "Handy Manny" four-wheeler!  If it's "Handy Manny", what's not to love?  It's red, too!!!  Gotta' love a red vehicle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade didn't know what to think about his motorized vehicle at first, but after a bit of coaxing, he decided to try it out.  It took him a little while to learn how to steer, but he's getting the hang of it now.  He can drive from his house to ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving at age two...who would've thought it?  Actually, he's a "chip off the old block"!  His daddy got a battery-powered tractor at the age of two and a half--and he drove it until it finally died, many months later.  He enjoyed that tractor more than any gift we ever bought him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy driving days, Caden--I'm sure these will be the first of many more to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-8734001167208052407?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8734001167208052407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=8734001167208052407&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8734001167208052407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8734001167208052407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/03/cades-got-new-set-of-wheels.html' title='Cade&apos;s Got A New Set Of Wheels...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSkpXRnpjNE/TYoAcLq90GI/AAAAAAAABfw/QkX9HNHG49M/s72-c/198960_10150109215931428_500191427_6902718_2577915_nCade%2527s%2Bfirst%2Bride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-3440707752949436212</id><published>2011-03-21T09:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:31:09.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden Hitches A Ride...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKfmnVshH1c/TYdREp-MAAI/AAAAAAAABfo/0onwCR0fYCc/s1600/190284_10150109204551428_500191427_6902600_3631288_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586523003204403202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKfmnVshH1c/TYdREp-MAAI/AAAAAAAABfo/0onwCR0fYCc/s400/190284_10150109204551428_500191427_6902600_3631288_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days back, I mentioned that grandson, Caden, had taken his first ride on the tractor with my husband--and I missed it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since that first day, Caden's hitched at least two more rides--and I haven't witnessed any of his rides!  I'm always busy in the kitchen cooking in the afternoons when my husband does the tractor stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately,  Caden's mother loves to take photos as much as I do, and she captured this photo of Caden's second tractor ride.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last report that I got from my husband on "watering day" (&lt;em&gt;he uses the tractor for this&lt;/em&gt;) was that he picked up, not ONE passenger, but TWO passengers after his last round of watering!  I'm really sorry I missed both grandkids riding together...perhaps I should just stop cooking!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-3440707752949436212?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3440707752949436212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=3440707752949436212&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3440707752949436212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/3440707752949436212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/03/caden-hitches-ride.html' title='Caden Hitches A Ride...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKfmnVshH1c/TYdREp-MAAI/AAAAAAAABfo/0onwCR0fYCc/s72-c/190284_10150109204551428_500191427_6902600_3631288_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-2186436892678877941</id><published>2011-03-17T14:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:59:31.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison at the 2011 "Rattlesnake Roundup"</title><content type='html'>Here's a video montage of Madison participating in the events of The 2011 Rattlesnake Roundup.  It was her first time participating in a parade, and it was her first public dance performance with her dance class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the montage is still photos, while the last part is actual footage of Madison's class while they were performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job, Madison!  It was a big day for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=d9680b653998b60a127b3b" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=d9680b653998b60a127b3b&amp;skin_id=1705&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-2186436892678877941?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2186436892678877941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=2186436892678877941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2186436892678877941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2186436892678877941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/03/madison-at-2011-roundup.html' title='Madison at the 2011 &amp;quot;Rattlesnake Roundup&amp;quot;'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-6122646926911809902</id><published>2011-03-14T16:34:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T12:05:43.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddie's Rattlesnake Roundup Experience...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mM_FNNb408Q/TX91rTCA5JI/AAAAAAAABfY/0FSIxFWV4nc/s1600/th_tt3%2Btuesday%2Btrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584311449666249874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mM_FNNb408Q/TX91rTCA5JI/AAAAAAAABfY/0FSIxFWV4nc/s400/th_tt3%2Btuesday%2Btrain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning began early over at granddaughter, Madison's, house. She had to be at the starting point of the 2011 Rattlesnake Roundup Parade by 9:45!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison was given the choice to walk or ride in a wagon since the dance school wasn't having a float. Madison's mama decided it might be best to let her ride in a wagon since the parade route was going to be around 2 miles. I think that was a wise choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next order of business was to figure out who was going to pull the wagon! Madison's Aunt Sarah graciously volunteered to pull the wagon, since Madison's mama is dealing with foot problems and can't hold out to walk very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--pE8a5_r7bM/TX6EzNnfSiI/AAAAAAAABfQ/txTnFms2ZiM/s1600/More%2Bsnake%2Broundup%2B2011%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584046603349477922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--pE8a5_r7bM/TX6EzNnfSiI/AAAAAAAABfQ/txTnFms2ZiM/s400/More%2Bsnake%2Broundup%2B2011%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Sarah made a friend during the parade, who offered to help pull the wagon in exchange for giving her little girl a ride in the wagon with Madison! Two miles is a long way to pull someone in a wagon! Thank the Lord for new friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There were lots of dancers marching with this group! Some of them carried two "rattlesnakes" fashioned from brown cardboard, trimmed in pink glitter. That's one of the snakes in front of Madison's wagon. Madison's wagon was traveling in between the two snakes, but they stopped so we could take a couple of pictures...Wasn't that nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QskIVFsShzk/TX6Dtz40tWI/AAAAAAAABfI/8MCxvMtk4cw/s1600/More%2Bsnake%2Broundup%2B2011%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584045411031889250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QskIVFsShzk/TX6Dtz40tWI/AAAAAAAABfI/8MCxvMtk4cw/s400/More%2Bsnake%2Broundup%2B2011%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are, stopped and waving for our cameras! That's Aunt Sarah waving to us. As soon as the parade was over, Madison had to rush home, eat a quick bite of lunch, then be back at the Rattlesnake Roundup activities by 2:00--dressed in costume, and ready to dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qF-thf7dhA/TX5-LLwxx_I/AAAAAAAABfA/DGCE8CeaqSw/s1600/snake%2Broundup%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584039318587033586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qF-thf7dhA/TX5-LLwxx_I/AAAAAAAABfA/DGCE8CeaqSw/s400/snake%2Broundup%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo shows just a portion of the little girls in Madison's dance class. I think there are nineteen of them in all! That's a lot of energetic little girls! Some of the little girls are also in Madison's class at "Wee Ones".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eR7XUjtVnXA/TX59wI8n49I/AAAAAAAABe4/dEeH1ij-bb8/s1600/snake%2Broundup%2B2011%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584038853974942674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eR7XUjtVnXA/TX59wI8n49I/AAAAAAAABe4/dEeH1ij-bb8/s400/snake%2Broundup%2B2011%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Madison doing what's known in dance class as "The Boogie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d6AcZLNnv8k/TX58jqLs64I/AAAAAAAABew/7h3_o6w_4LE/s1600/snake%2Broundup%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584037540046629762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d6AcZLNnv8k/TX58jqLs64I/AAAAAAAABew/7h3_o6w_4LE/s400/snake%2Broundup%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Madison after she finished dancing at the Roundup! Can you tell she's just a little bit tired? Whenever she gets tired, those fingers always find their way up to those lips, and in her mouth...&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame her a bit, I was tired from just following her around and watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Madison did a great job, and made us all very proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm linking up with &lt;a href="http://www.mymadmind.com/"&gt;Tuesday Train&lt;/a&gt; today.&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/639334064734796783-6122646926911809902?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/6122646926911809902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=6122646926911809902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6122646926911809902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/6122646926911809902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/03/maddies-rattlesnake-roundup-experience.html' title='Maddie&apos;s Rattlesnake Roundup Experience...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mM_FNNb408Q/TX91rTCA5JI/AAAAAAAABfY/0FSIxFWV4nc/s72-c/th_tt3%2Btuesday%2Btrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-2700036713440453845</id><published>2011-03-11T08:27:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T09:37:44.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Bad/Something Good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PlgQATGjeI/TXozSl8ViyI/AAAAAAAABeo/lmnOdeSg3BE/s1600/over40pic3-2%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582831082594994978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PlgQATGjeI/TXozSl8ViyI/AAAAAAAABeo/lmnOdeSg3BE/s400/over40pic3-2%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday of this week started out with Madison having to go to the pediatrician for those always awful, always dreaded, immunization shots! I just tagged along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day began with Madison's mama being told by the nurse that Madison would be needing five shots &lt;em&gt;that day&lt;/em&gt;! Now, call us old-fashioned, but we happen to think five shots at one time is a little bit much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some arguing back and forth, the pediatrician finally realized that five immunizations were &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; going to be happening for Madison that day. She received two of them, plus a finger prick. That was the bad part of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day improved considerably, after we ate some lunch, then headed for a new establishment called "The Clubhouse". Visiting "The Clubhouse" was Madison's reward for having to endure a doctor visit, and three sticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajfwe-pQjdI/TXooci_o4-I/AAAAAAAABeg/dqvqZRqd6D8/s1600/The%2BClubhouse%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582819158974325730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajfwe-pQjdI/TXooci_o4-I/AAAAAAAABeg/dqvqZRqd6D8/s400/The%2BClubhouse%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'd never been to The Clubhouse, but Madison and her family had recently gone there on a church outing. It was an impressive place! The Clubhouse has miniature golf, batting cages, laser tag, bowling, a ball pit, all kinds of arcade games, and a restaurant--all under one roof!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyzlq3ZgzN8/TXooKRgekrI/AAAAAAAABeY/retXizrkiYY/s1600/The%2BClubhouse%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582818845042578098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyzlq3ZgzN8/TXooKRgekrI/AAAAAAAABeY/retXizrkiYY/s400/The%2BClubhouse%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a photograph of Madison posing by some of the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aguzMNo8udM/TXon83mfa2I/AAAAAAAABeQ/6FXtpfHn2U4/s1600/The%2BClubhouse%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582818614750178146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aguzMNo8udM/TXon83mfa2I/AAAAAAAABeQ/6FXtpfHn2U4/s400/The%2BClubhouse%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As soon as Madison's ticket had been purchased, she headed for her favorite thing--The Ball Pit! I was impressed with how quickly she was able to climb the rope ladder to reach the loft area of the pit. Going to school has been good for Madison in a lot of different ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1VXm5uJMWM/TXonv51tOnI/AAAAAAAABeI/CNYzx5uQf1Y/s1600/The%2BClubhouse%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582818392012569202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1VXm5uJMWM/TXonv51tOnI/AAAAAAAABeI/CNYzx5uQf1Y/s400/The%2BClubhouse%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Madison was the only child in The Clubhouse that day, so her mama had to eventually go up inside the ball pit and play with her a bit. In the midst of their play, Brandy accidentally shot Madison with a spongy ball. Madison is "fussing" at her mama in the above photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3cRF4ko0TBM/TXonfOMbudI/AAAAAAAABeA/yxw1iQpKA-o/s1600/The%2BClubhouse%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582818105418824146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3cRF4ko0TBM/TXonfOMbudI/AAAAAAAABeA/yxw1iQpKA-o/s400/The%2BClubhouse%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were all kinds of activities to do inside the ball pit, and all of them involved those little spongy, colored balls. Notice in the background, how the balls are floating in the air over that machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6gvoXlc3PbI/TXonNoVkojI/AAAAAAAABd4/IvL2juDE5vE/s1600/The%2BClubhouse%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582817803198833202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6gvoXlc3PbI/TXonNoVkojI/AAAAAAAABd4/IvL2juDE5vE/s400/The%2BClubhouse%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken at the top area of the ball pit. There are lots more activities to do up in the loft area of the pit, such as rolling on or riding padded barrels&lt;br /&gt;or shooting balls out of long barreled gun things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypetGe4tr9Y/TXom7w9A_SI/AAAAAAAABdw/6m4EClHSNQU/s1600/The%2BClubhouse%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582817496274107682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypetGe4tr9Y/TXom7w9A_SI/AAAAAAAABdw/6m4EClHSNQU/s400/The%2BClubhouse%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite activity was filling up the large bin as many balls as possible--before it dumped them back out on us. We had to feed them into a hole, then watch them get sucked up, and deposited into the bin. I was thrilled when I was actually able to snap a photo of the balls dumping on us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a bad beginning of the day, made for a good ending. I'm glad Madison got part of her immunizations out of the way, and I enjoyed watching her play at The Clubhouse! Madison just might get to do it all over again when she goes back for the rest of her immunizations in six weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm linking up with Java's blog hop "&lt;a href="http://www.nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Follow Friday"&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-2700036713440453845?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/2700036713440453845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=2700036713440453845&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2700036713440453845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/2700036713440453845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-badsomething-good.html' title='Something Bad/Something Good...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PlgQATGjeI/TXozSl8ViyI/AAAAAAAABeo/lmnOdeSg3BE/s72-c/over40pic3-2%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-8774419163953575460</id><published>2011-03-10T10:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:43:06.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes, Shoes, Caden Loved Shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mentioned yesterday that I've been going through old photos, and burning them onto cd's. In the process of doing this, I've discovered a few "treasures" that I want to go back and share on this blog. Today the spotlight is on Caden--and shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time Caden was able to walk, he became fascinated with shoes--everybody's shoes! If you took your shoes off, you can bet that Caden was gonna' wear them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-eVJaDFlwE/TXjtLu2OhHI/AAAAAAAABdo/rXLWrMbXz0Y/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582472523935548530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-eVJaDFlwE/TXjtLu2OhHI/AAAAAAAABdo/rXLWrMbXz0Y/s400/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a photo of Caden sportin' his mama's yellow highheels! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwn_g_1mM2c/TXjtAjSa7bI/AAAAAAAABdg/Dijo2_Pc-EU/s1600/August%2B2010%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582472331854015922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwn_g_1mM2c/TXjtAjSa7bI/AAAAAAAABdg/Dijo2_Pc-EU/s400/August%2B2010%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Caden wearing MiMi's walking shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzv-SGvI2hs/TXjs3z95NKI/AAAAAAAABdY/NAOlfEPIrCo/s1600/August%2B2010%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582472181712499874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzv-SGvI2hs/TXjs3z95NKI/AAAAAAAABdY/NAOlfEPIrCo/s400/August%2B2010%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and Caden wearing somebody's flip flops! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the above photo of Caden wearing flip flops reminds me of the time when he nabbed Jennifer's flip flops, and ended up putting them in the toilet! I was the one who left the bathroom door open, so I was the one who got to retreive the flop flops from inside of the toilet! Lucky me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do miss those fun days of watching Caden clomp around the house wearing everybody's shoes! He's pretty much lost interest in most shoes these days, but occasionally he still likes to try on a pair or two of Madison's--which usually results in an arugment between the two of them ....Oh the joys of grandchildren--and shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://menonewmom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae209/tberbells/dreamstime_12196999-1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/639334064734796783-8774419163953575460?l=many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/8774419163953575460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=639334064734796783&amp;postID=8774419163953575460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8774419163953575460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/639334064734796783/posts/default/8774419163953575460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://many-mimi-mini-tales.blogspot.com/2011/03/shoes-shoes-caden-loved-shoes.html' title='Shoes, Shoes, Caden Loved Shoes...'/><author><name>maddie/cadesmimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728528124103014286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0KlpFwHMdY/Shq7tLgTE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mx26gDngC9A/S220/100_0407a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-eVJaDFlwE/TXjtLu2OhHI/AAAAAAAABdo/rXLWrMbXz0Y/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-639334064734796783.post-2232637854479834125</id><published>2011-03-08T19:29:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T07:32:41.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddie's First Face Painting...</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been going through my photos, and putting them on CD's. While doing this, I've found some cute photos that I haven't shared on my blog. This particular set of photos was taken last July Fourth, while we were staying at St. Simon's Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qg0IwW4l7ZY/TXbKfVr--aI/AAAAAAAABdQ/4xOUWZj9OLU/s1600/July%2B4%252C%2B2010%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581871427918690722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qg0IwW4l7ZY/TXbKfVr--aI/AAAAAAAABdQ/4xOUWZj9OLU/s400/July%2B4%252C%2B2010%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While we were visiting in the Village, beside the pier, Madison saw some people getting their faces painted. We asked her if she'd like to have her face painted. At first she said "no", but then she changed her mind. The photo above was taken while Madison waited in line. Finally, it was Madison's turn...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OX-4uOzRM4U/TXbKV4pHunI/AAAAAAAABdI/51GvpLJOKGw/s1600/July%2B4%252C%2B2010%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581871265503230578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OX-4uOzRM4U/TXbKV4pHunI/AAAAAAAABdI/51GvpLJOKGw/s400/July%2B4%252C%2B2010%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madison sat in the chair, but she wasn't sure about the whole process. You can see the uncertainty on her face. What do you think she chose to have painted on her face? A rainbow? Perhaps, a smiley face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XkO07VX0cFM/TXbKLj7cMkI/AAAAAAAABdA/UXH6WcSHFNI/s1600/July%2B4%252C%2B2010%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581871088144233026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XkO07VX0cFM/TXbKLj7cMkI/AAAAAAAABdA/UXH6WcSHFNI/s400/July%2B4%252C%2B2010%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No! Madison wanted a Mickey Mouse on her face! She's all finished and is admiring her face in this photo. 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