tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592581943210983892011-04-21T16:41:51.263-07:00Est. 2004mattandbrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430985039401114161noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659258194321098389.post-48722481984121005572009-05-07T20:08:00.000-07:002009-05-07T21:35:48.157-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/SgO2ZSk1UOI/AAAAAAAAADM/2SFJLG-APUg/s1600-h/zoey+bday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/SgO2ZSk1UOI/AAAAAAAAADM/2SFJLG-APUg/s320/zoey+bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333306929336111330" border="0" /></a><br />Tuesday the 5th was Zoey's first bday although her party is on saturday. Roxy came over to grandmas and we made cupcake cones. They looked like ice cream cones but they were cupcakes. Zoey loved the cupcake! She dug right in and got way messy!! I think i have gone way overboard with this birthday party. I guess the first one is really for mom anyway!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659258194321098389-4872248198412100557?l=mattnbrookehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mattandbrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430985039401114161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659258194321098389.post-46884188433225110362009-05-04T13:29:00.000-07:002009-05-04T13:54:21.724-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf9V6zObMiI/AAAAAAAAADE/l6ghXLGY5lI/s1600-h/emmy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf9V6zObMiI/AAAAAAAAADE/l6ghXLGY5lI/s320/emmy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332074952501441058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf9QwxC2TdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mOs6re_ckqA/s1600-h/022070387_03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf9QwxC2TdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mOs6re_ckqA/s320/022070387_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332069282559184338" border="0" /></a><br />Emmy is my brother Adams baby. She is 8 months old and is THE most laid back kid i have ever met. I watch her during the week and as long as she is fed she is content to play on the floor forever! It is so fun to have all these cute little girls that will grow up together!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659258194321098389-4688418843322511036?l=mattnbrookehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mattandbrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430985039401114161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659258194321098389.post-28612882820907549442009-05-04T13:11:00.000-07:002009-05-04T13:29:32.446-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf9QEcPJULI/AAAAAAAAACs/txgKcHttIdw/s1600-h/roxy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf9QEcPJULI/AAAAAAAAACs/txgKcHttIdw/s320/roxy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332068521059373234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf9NiYq85rI/AAAAAAAAACk/QWQ35N_3zhU/s1600-h/100_1780.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf9NiYq85rI/AAAAAAAAACk/QWQ35N_3zhU/s320/100_1780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332065736963450546" border="0" /></a><br />I decided i needed to show off the other girls in my life, My nieces! Roxy is three and belongs to my sister. She is such a mother hen always wanting to take care of the babies, clean your house or fold your laundry! In two weeks she is having a baby brother so i am sure she will be lots of help.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659258194321098389-2861288282090754944?l=mattnbrookehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mattandbrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430985039401114161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659258194321098389.post-35486134158688702992009-05-03T22:03:00.000-07:002009-05-03T22:14:16.484-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf55fNESBOI/AAAAAAAAACc/2P_2yAnSIJw/s1600-h/022070738_11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf55fNESBOI/AAAAAAAAACc/2P_2yAnSIJw/s320/022070738_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331832585843770594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf54oMZK_PI/AAAAAAAAAB8/eBossCmaBWE/s1600-h/022070738_03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf54oMZK_PI/AAAAAAAAAB8/eBossCmaBWE/s320/022070738_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331831640770149618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf54jB4eoJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0pbpLJkp7Q0/s1600-h/022070738_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf54jB4eoJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0pbpLJkp7Q0/s320/022070738_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331831552049324178" border="0" /></a><br />What better way to start this off than Zoey's latest pics. She was such a ham, posing it up! I was worried because at home she usually wants <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf54vnrzzLI/AAAAAAAAACE/xMg5pkZUXVg/s1600-h/022070738_05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf54vnrzzLI/AAAAAAAAACE/xMg5pkZUXVg/s320/022070738_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331831768355163314" border="0" /></a>nothing to with <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf543cfmKpI/AAAAAAAAACM/2iok9AA6L78/s1600-h/022070738_10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PElidVqdKlI/Sf543cfmKpI/AAAAAAAAACM/2iok9AA6L78/s320/022070738_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331831902790101650" border="0" /></a>taking pictures.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659258194321098389-3548613415868870299?l=mattnbrookehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mattandbrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430985039401114161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659258194321098389.post-22939183406701293222009-05-03T12:23:00.000-07:002009-05-03T12:27:49.325-07:00I have finally set up this blog so that I can show off my fabulous daughter. She will be one just two days from now! Part of me is sad because she doesn't seem like a baby anymore but then she will say or do something new and then it feels awesome! I am going to try really hard to keep this updated!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659258194321098389-2293918340670129322?l=mattnbrookehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mattandbrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430985039401114161noreply@blogger.com1