<?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-6492871088955458716</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:40:26.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Up With The Jones's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>320</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-4460220340674085642</id><published>2012-01-09T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:42:03.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluten Free Baked Macaroni and Cheese</title><content type='html'>I made this for a side dish on Christmas dinner and it was a huge hit. It makes a generous amount so the leftovers are used for lunch or dinner through the week for my girls with a side of veggies. They love love love this dish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-paRNKcSTUKI/TwuzDJaJ07I/AAAAAAAABm0/TGkVdp6d5NY/s1600/maccheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-paRNKcSTUKI/TwuzDJaJ07I/AAAAAAAABm0/TGkVdp6d5NY/s400/maccheese.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695843020386718642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the casserole:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 oz. dry penne or macaroni pasta (Gluten Free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sauce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons light olive oil or butter&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons sweet rice flour (or all-purpose gluten-free flour)&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups shredded aged sharp or mellow cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup small curd cottage cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon sea salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon Dijon or honey mustard&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1-2 tablespoons dry sherry or white wine, to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the topping:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Crunchy Gluten-Free "Bread" Crumbs - for topping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-12 grape tomatoes, halved&lt;br /&gt;A sprinkle of dried basil and parsley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To pre-cook the pasta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring a large pot of salted water to a rolling boil and partially cook the penne- just until it is very al dente, tender but still firm to the bite. Drain the pasta in a colander and rinse it quickly under cold water. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in a medium saucepan, heat the olive oil over medium heat, and stir in the rice flour (I like to use a whisk to do this). Cook and stir the flour for about 10 seconds, then slowly add in the milk, whisking to blend the flour paste (called a roux) and milk. Bring the mixture to a bubble (it will thicken as it heats) then reduce the heat to low. Add the shredded cheddar cheese, cottage cheese, sea salt, mustard, nutmeg and stir to blend. If adding a dash of sherry, add it now. Continue stirring the sauce until the cheese melts, about 3 minutes. Remove from heat and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: http://glutenfreegoddess.blogspot.com/2006/11/kicked-up-baked-mac-and-cheese.html#ixzz1j1V52mWs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-4460220340674085642?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/4460220340674085642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=4460220340674085642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4460220340674085642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4460220340674085642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2012/01/gluten-free-baked-macaroni-and-cheese.html' title='Gluten Free Baked Macaroni and Cheese'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-paRNKcSTUKI/TwuzDJaJ07I/AAAAAAAABm0/TGkVdp6d5NY/s72-c/maccheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-9031610726732660203</id><published>2012-01-09T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:34:59.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asparagus, Basil and Avocado Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebuRak7hxpc/Twuxzk1YTFI/AAAAAAAABmo/VjQZpuMKwLU/s1600/salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebuRak7hxpc/Twuxzk1YTFI/AAAAAAAABmo/VjQZpuMKwLU/s400/salad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695841653359135826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus Basil Salad&lt;br /&gt;1 lb asparagus, trimmed and halved&lt;br /&gt;1 cup grape tomatoes, halved&lt;br /&gt;1 ripe avocado, cut into cubes&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sliced basil leaves&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon celtic sea salt&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Steam asparagus for 5-7 minutes until fork tender&lt;br /&gt;2.Place asparagus, tomatoes, avocado and basil in a large bowl&lt;br /&gt;3.Stir in olive oil, lemon juice and mustard&lt;br /&gt;4.Sprinkle with salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;5.Serve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.elanaspantry.com/asparagus-basil-salad/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-9031610726732660203?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/9031610726732660203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=9031610726732660203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/9031610726732660203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/9031610726732660203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2012/01/asparagus-basil-and-avocado-salad.html' title='Asparagus, Basil and Avocado Salad'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebuRak7hxpc/Twuxzk1YTFI/AAAAAAAABmo/VjQZpuMKwLU/s72-c/salad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-9183458841951207827</id><published>2012-01-07T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:07:45.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby Run Jan 7,2012</title><content type='html'>It's amazing that someone so little has made such an everlasting impression on those who were inspired by her presence in such short time here on earth.  January 7, 2012 her parents and family organized a run to raise awareness on organ donation and to honor their precious daughter. I’m one of the lucky ones to have been a part of such a magnificent event such as this. Ruby has inspired me in ways I wouldn’t have dreamed of. Her parents also have inspired me by how strong and positive they have been through this tragedy. I was honored yet again to serve Ruby in some way. Hundreds of people joined together today to be a part of this eventful day.  Everyone together as one, running for the same purpose and for the same little girl was inspiring. This family has so much love and support around them and seeing it with my own eyes truly has been a blessing. Happy first Birthday Ruby Jane Taylor. Your legacy will remain with all of us forever and we are all here to serve your purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run for Ruby 1/7/2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EuE-QHzyLa8/Twu4ZoIkn9I/AAAAAAAABnk/djqNQC1BRZU/s1600/rr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EuE-QHzyLa8/Twu4ZoIkn9I/AAAAAAAABnk/djqNQC1BRZU/s400/rr3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695848904149737426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby's amazing parents who I adore so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyepOkz6a8o/Twu4Y7rUXVI/AAAAAAAABnY/ZaT0Kqxri8Y/s1600/rr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyepOkz6a8o/Twu4Y7rUXVI/AAAAAAAABnY/ZaT0Kqxri8Y/s400/rr4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695848892215876946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend Brooke..She was everyones cheerleader on the side lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elB1S2h7ba8/Twu4Yr091rI/AAAAAAAABnA/Jo8HU5Qk3no/s1600/rr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elB1S2h7ba8/Twu4Yr091rI/AAAAAAAABnA/Jo8HU5Qk3no/s400/rr1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695848887961376434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donated blood after the Run....Will continue to do so for Ruby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nmgU2q0wq_8/Twu4Y4Nnc_I/AAAAAAAABnI/tZPKnOm_Htk/s1600/rr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nmgU2q0wq_8/Twu4Y4Nnc_I/AAAAAAAABnI/tZPKnOm_Htk/s400/rr2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695848891285992434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-9183458841951207827?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/9183458841951207827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=9183458841951207827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/9183458841951207827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/9183458841951207827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2012/01/ruby-run-jan-72012.html' title='Ruby Run Jan 7,2012'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EuE-QHzyLa8/Twu4ZoIkn9I/AAAAAAAABnk/djqNQC1BRZU/s72-c/rr3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-2286901682017500936</id><published>2011-12-14T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:21:50.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantry Goodies</title><content type='html'>And had frozen ones too. Being a little under the weather can really put a glitch in my daily routine. I had no energy to look up great Gluten Free recipes, let alone go to the store to buy the ingredients necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While opening the refrigerator door and cupboard repeatedly, as if something were going to reappear when I opened it again; I figured why not use the things I already do have and create a delicious meal for dinner? Scavenging through every shelf I came up with these ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3 lbs of Boneless Chicken Breast (thawed)&lt;br /&gt;-Red Onion (chopped in quarters)&lt;br /&gt;-Garlic Head (slice in half)&lt;br /&gt;-Bush of Thyme&lt;br /&gt;-1 Lemon sliced in half&lt;br /&gt;-1tbsp of Olive Oil&lt;br /&gt;-2 tomatoes chopped&lt;br /&gt;-1tsp of salt&lt;br /&gt;-1/4tsp of ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;-Rice or any side of your choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O7cKrXv5tX0/TukRpKN1lVI/AAAAAAAABlg/wrcBwlsFqLM/s1600/mail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O7cKrXv5tX0/TukRpKN1lVI/AAAAAAAABlg/wrcBwlsFqLM/s400/mail1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686095403346662738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the slow cooker out because I knew I had to work later in the evening and it would be ready by six o'clock just in time for Wade to feed them dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the slow cooker: &lt;br /&gt;1. Added about 1tbsp of olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2. Added the cut onion and garlic&lt;br /&gt;3. After rubbing some sea salt and ground pepper on chicken breast I then added that to the slow cooker&lt;br /&gt;4. Added a bush of Thyme and the lemon&lt;br /&gt;5. Add a 1/3 cup of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked it on low for 6-8 hours and served it over rice or if you have Quinoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GI5El_Xz4qs/TukRpHbD-4I/AAAAAAAABls/wxS9Was-Ccw/s1600/mail2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GI5El_Xz4qs/TukRpHbD-4I/AAAAAAAABls/wxS9Was-Ccw/s400/mail2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686095402596825986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-2286901682017500936?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/2286901682017500936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=2286901682017500936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2286901682017500936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2286901682017500936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/12/pantry-goodies.html' title='Pantry Goodies'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O7cKrXv5tX0/TukRpKN1lVI/AAAAAAAABlg/wrcBwlsFqLM/s72-c/mail1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-5684588448430586605</id><published>2011-12-13T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:55:09.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Part of Me.</title><content type='html'>They made me expierence a new love that is so strong it hurts. They drive me to be a better person so I have the tools to guide them to become great women. They have taught me patience and understanding. They influence me in the most positive way. They are my gifts from above. They are my heros. They couldn't have come into my life at a better time, I believe there is a plan for all of us and they are a BIG part of mine and I can't wait to begin this journey with them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her little cupcake crumbs on her face ;) To be a kid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5-hVc6RD4k/TufWLMDY2eI/AAAAAAAABlQ/tPhW-fp6i9w/s1600/december-photos-2011-068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5-hVc6RD4k/TufWLMDY2eI/AAAAAAAABlQ/tPhW-fp6i9w/s400/december-photos-2011-068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685748542280882658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes inspire me everyday to keep going and doing my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dI8XVU0KwM8/TufWK7NdS3I/AAAAAAAABlI/-eFWFr3AmZk/s1600/december-photos-2011-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dI8XVU0KwM8/TufWK7NdS3I/AAAAAAAABlI/-eFWFr3AmZk/s400/december-photos-2011-007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685748537759714162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little owl was made by a dear family friend....I'll post a link to her site beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/My-Grandmas-Closet/182152058472661&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-5684588448430586605?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/5684588448430586605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=5684588448430586605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5684588448430586605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5684588448430586605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-part-of-me.html' title='Best Part of Me.'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5-hVc6RD4k/TufWLMDY2eI/AAAAAAAABlQ/tPhW-fp6i9w/s72-c/december-photos-2011-068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-3961666375843177641</id><published>2011-12-05T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:32:10.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baked Chicken Meatballs- Gluten Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ec4_bMScLMo/Tt2aiOW_XmI/AAAAAAAABk4/bAYJIdoDWeg/s1600/IMAG0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ec4_bMScLMo/Tt2aiOW_XmI/AAAAAAAABk4/bAYJIdoDWeg/s400/IMAG0092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682868217572187746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you'll need...&lt;br /&gt;1 cup zucchini, chopped (about 1 zucchini)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup carrots, chopped (about 2 carrots)&lt;br /&gt;½ cup parsley, coarsely chopped&lt;br /&gt;3 medium cloves garlic&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup blanched almond flour&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1 pound boneless skinless chicken breasts&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon celtic sea salt&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;¼ teaspoon chili powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Preheat oven to 350°&lt;br /&gt;2.In a food processor, pulse together the zucchini, carrots, parsley and garlic&lt;br /&gt;3.Add almond flour, egg, and chicken&lt;br /&gt;4.Then add salt, pepper and chili powder and process until thoroughly combined&lt;br /&gt;5.Drop tablespoon sized balls of the chicken mixture onto a parchment lined baking sheet&lt;br /&gt;6.Bake meatballs for 20 to 25 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elanaspantry.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--5pa6-GfMKM/Tt2ahJmITYI/AAAAAAAABks/eY3fDHa64Yg/s1600/IMAG0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--5pa6-GfMKM/Tt2ahJmITYI/AAAAAAAABks/eY3fDHa64Yg/s400/IMAG0093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682868199113641346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I served ours over some homemade pasta sauce and Quinoa noodles. Girls loved every bite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note I'm not a photographer and well most pictures of mine are taken by my phone because it's the only thing I ever have close by. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCuSC3mohZ0/Tt2ag1bXwNI/AAAAAAAABkg/_46R8ViMHcE/s1600/IMAG0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCuSC3mohZ0/Tt2ag1bXwNI/AAAAAAAABkg/_46R8ViMHcE/s400/IMAG0101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682868193699807442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jtezmA2yJw/Tt2agRZ47LI/AAAAAAAABkU/7ObKmdp40ck/s1600/IMAG0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jtezmA2yJw/Tt2agRZ47LI/AAAAAAAABkU/7ObKmdp40ck/s400/IMAG0106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682868184029916338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-3961666375843177641?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/3961666375843177641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=3961666375843177641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3961666375843177641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3961666375843177641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/12/baked-chicken-meatballs-gluten-free.html' title='Baked Chicken Meatballs- Gluten Free'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ec4_bMScLMo/Tt2aiOW_XmI/AAAAAAAABk4/bAYJIdoDWeg/s72-c/IMAG0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-1024639404193232933</id><published>2011-11-19T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:06:56.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Activities</title><content type='html'>We recently went to the Mission Viejo Lake and got our passes to enter the lake as a member, so we could do some new fun activites with the girls. On this day we took the "party boat" out and had our own little party filled with cheese, crackers, and juice boxes! The girls had a blast taking turns stering the boat and watching the fish swim in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2eOPYqYa1zs/TsiJ6S1beWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/MWl2O_sF2as/s1600/boat5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2eOPYqYa1zs/TsiJ6S1beWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/MWl2O_sF2as/s400/boat5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676938964881865058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-frjP372E3dU/TsiJ42yFpRI/AAAAAAAABjE/wDD3at56L70/s1600/boat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-frjP372E3dU/TsiJ42yFpRI/AAAAAAAABjE/wDD3at56L70/s400/boat4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676938940171789586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-683dZJKm9Ak/TsiJ4vKwysI/AAAAAAAABi4/TGM0F7JVK6U/s1600/boat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-683dZJKm9Ak/TsiJ4vKwysI/AAAAAAAABi4/TGM0F7JVK6U/s400/boat2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676938938127796930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyjxqVwS4iU/TsiJ4CDg9mI/AAAAAAAABis/EvxEeLFdnjA/s1600/boat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyjxqVwS4iU/TsiJ4CDg9mI/AAAAAAAABis/EvxEeLFdnjA/s400/boat3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676938926017803874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4BooLAhcDE/TsiJ37g70hI/AAAAAAAABig/5W3Qp-7FJxQ/s1600/boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4BooLAhcDE/TsiJ37g70hI/AAAAAAAABig/5W3Qp-7FJxQ/s400/boat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676938924262150674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-1024639404193232933?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/1024639404193232933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=1024639404193232933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1024639404193232933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1024639404193232933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/11/creative-activities.html' title='Creative Activities'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2eOPYqYa1zs/TsiJ6S1beWI/AAAAAAAABjQ/MWl2O_sF2as/s72-c/boat5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-6641201343585182543</id><published>2011-11-10T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T20:57:01.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjSXJ8nr3qA/TsiG0sdYKrI/AAAAAAAABiU/YALg65r0s-A/s1600/32017847320381744_VN0yNYEj_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Don't get me wrong, of course it was fun taking them since they were both babies but the fun is different. For example, Presley really, I mean really looks forward to getting her face painted and riding the ponies. She will talk about it for weeks. Kinley is still really young where she can't be like Presley and be thrilled about what to expect but she enjoys all the new things around her. Not only was this year super specail because the girls are getting older but also because Wade was able to join us. Wade has always had to work anytime we were able to go, and for him to be here this time and to share with me my joy in taking them was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qht64vC8cO4/TsiCYKiZHqI/AAAAAAAABhk/2r0Pxfws0h0/s1600/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qht64vC8cO4/TsiCYKiZHqI/AAAAAAAABhk/2r0Pxfws0h0/s400/mail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676930681957588642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eNII0Yq4dAc/TsiCXqVtokI/AAAAAAAABhY/Mzd4E0vCpMI/s1600/october%2B2011%2B166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eNII0Yq4dAc/TsiCXqVtokI/AAAAAAAABhY/Mzd4E0vCpMI/s400/october%2B2011%2B166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676930673314472514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RSBqI6tAXg/TsiCWc64zII/AAAAAAAABg0/2mBqBXOveG8/s1600/presleyfaxce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RSBqI6tAXg/TsiCWc64zII/AAAAAAAABg0/2mBqBXOveG8/s400/presleyfaxce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676930652532427906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uyQxQmkFnzw/TsiCW6CsVeI/AAAAAAAABhM/_SgkhzvP9PM/s1600/october-2011-201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uyQxQmkFnzw/TsiCW6CsVeI/AAAAAAAABhM/_SgkhzvP9PM/s400/october-2011-201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676930660349793762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cA7yZ57QryI/TsiCWsvCxzI/AAAAAAAABhA/axqkNxN1WiE/s1600/october-2011-182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cA7yZ57QryI/TsiCWsvCxzI/AAAAAAAABhA/axqkNxN1WiE/s400/october-2011-182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676930656777717554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-5510536803647558941?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/5510536803647558941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=5510536803647558941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5510536803647558941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5510536803647558941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/11/pumpkin-patch-2011.html' title='Pumpkin Patch 2011'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qht64vC8cO4/TsiCYKiZHqI/AAAAAAAABhk/2r0Pxfws0h0/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-2789485063342483868</id><published>2011-11-03T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:50:00.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grim Reaper (AKA Stomach Flu)</title><content type='html'>It never fails, every year I get the stomach flu and there is nothing I can do about it! This last one was the worst I've ever had, I was down for four days straight. I thought at one point there was no way I was going to make it out alive because I was going to dehydrate myself to death. Fortunately I made it through, yay me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick left a lot of responsibility to my husband Wade to take care of the girls, along with things around the house. His efforts were amazing and he definitely took his role in his vows the day we got married "in sickness and in health" very seriously. Although watching him feed our girls worried me. Our girls have recently been eating Gluten Free foods due to certain allergies they have experienced, and I couldn't help but notice that my husband was feeding them Chicken Nuggets (breaded and frozen processed ones) with fries (also frozen ones)along with sandwiches and cinnamon roll bites day in and day out. As I was to sick to even speak and watched in horror I couldn't help but think, "omg! if I were to die what would he do?!" &lt;br /&gt;I know he did the best he can, and he was totally out of his element that whole week. He doesn't know the things I have to do in order to keep things running around here, nor do I expect him too because truth is if you stuck me at his job I'd probably crap my pants. So surely but slowly I'm trying to teach him and he will be great no matter what! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinley was acting the part of being sick along with me. She didn't leave my side once. Such a mamas girl! Take note of the cracker she has..it was a cracker I couldn't even eat so she helped me out ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0HhLnhSYTUA/TrNtwDiGJBI/AAAAAAAABgo/vFpDRIcx4p0/s1600/316089_10150394583809881_642309880_7802985_997472107_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0HhLnhSYTUA/TrNtwDiGJBI/AAAAAAAABgo/vFpDRIcx4p0/s400/316089_10150394583809881_642309880_7802985_997472107_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670997028139050002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-2789485063342483868?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/2789485063342483868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=2789485063342483868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2789485063342483868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2789485063342483868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/11/grim-reaper-aka-stomach-flu.html' title='The Grim Reaper (AKA Stomach Flu)'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0HhLnhSYTUA/TrNtwDiGJBI/AAAAAAAABgo/vFpDRIcx4p0/s72-c/316089_10150394583809881_642309880_7802985_997472107_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-457935927404775736</id><published>2011-11-03T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:24:01.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>Wade and I have always had Disneyland season passes, even before we had kids we had them. So of course now having kids we still continue to renew our passes each year except for the fact it's getting a little pricey now that Presley is 3, but that's  inevitable because kids are expensive anyway so what the heck, right?! We love Disneyland as much as the next kid, and sharing these memories with our girls makes it even better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest here, unless your willing to pay $30 for your kid to eat lunch and meet the princesses privately, getting to meet them outside in the public park is almost impossible. This day was special because we just so happen to be standing in the right place at the right time because both Snowhite and Cinderella came out and Presley was the first in line for both! We probably should have gone and bought a lotto ticket that day. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jD6JMwmwUJI/TrNnqL7hK7I/AAAAAAAABgM/A0LbmAe30d4/s1600/319982_10150318625039881_642309880_7394291_1672301_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jD6JMwmwUJI/TrNnqL7hK7I/AAAAAAAABgM/A0LbmAe30d4/s400/319982_10150318625039881_642309880_7394291_1672301_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670990330244180914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZpvbTxxaqU/TrNnpqBSKKI/AAAAAAAABgA/dxfcAFsgMNw/s1600/301772_10150318625464881_642309880_7394292_1899299_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZpvbTxxaqU/TrNnpqBSKKI/AAAAAAAABgA/dxfcAFsgMNw/s400/301772_10150318625464881_642309880_7394292_1899299_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670990321141557410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEHBHriFUr4/TrNnoQ2XjuI/AAAAAAAABf4/RM88t20w-MQ/s1600/292706_10150318624764881_642309880_7394290_2537962_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEHBHriFUr4/TrNnoQ2XjuI/AAAAAAAABf4/RM88t20w-MQ/s400/292706_10150318624764881_642309880_7394290_2537962_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670990297205018338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjdSYw62p2I/TrNnn3rgzrI/AAAAAAAABfo/BfuBdlPN5w0/s1600/291777_10150318624509881_642309880_7394288_6932428_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjdSYw62p2I/TrNnn3rgzrI/AAAAAAAABfo/BfuBdlPN5w0/s400/291777_10150318624509881_642309880_7394288_6932428_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670990290448600754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-457935927404775736?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/457935927404775736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=457935927404775736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/457935927404775736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/457935927404775736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/11/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jD6JMwmwUJI/TrNnqL7hK7I/AAAAAAAABgM/A0LbmAe30d4/s72-c/319982_10150318625039881_642309880_7394291_1672301_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-8674008477835260497</id><published>2011-11-03T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:05:58.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back and not sure where to begin.....</title><content type='html'>I've been one busy wife and mom for last month or so and now that things are starting to settle down I feel the need to blog again. Through events, birthday parties, pre-school, and stomach flu season my life has been chaotic. I can't wait to share all the things we've been up to and the new life changes we've been making! Be ready because my first official blog starts now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a while ago I wrote about donating blood to a little girl named Ruby and I talked about how I had the opportunity in meeting her mother Ani that same day. Ever since meeting Ani, I felt we had a good connection, as if we had been friends for a long time (sounds weird, I know) but until you have actually experienced that, it's the strangest but most gifted thing to have felt. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately their daughter Ruby passed away from this earth to be at home with the Lord. Ruby in her short time being here had touched the lives of thousands around the world, a true work of an angel if you ask me. I wanted to help them in some way; I wanted to be there for Ani and her family because I was also one of those thousands of people who were touched by Ruby and her story. When Ani told me about this foundation which is to promote organ donation awareness and enact legislation to enable parents to make easier decisions about organ donation for themselves and their family, right there and then I knew what I had to do. I asked my friend Brooke, Ani's cousin if she would help me put on this event to raise money for the new foundation, and being the sweet heart that she is, she said yes. We together and the help of everyone who was touched by Ruby were able to make this a successful event in raising money for the new foundation. I believe $8,480.00 was the exact amount that the Ruby Jane Foundation received. We hosted the event on October, 23 2011 and it consisted of a silent auction, raffle, music, great food, and a local vendor. 100% of the proceeds went straight to the foundation. It's amazing the way people came together through a time of tragedy to help a family who is experiencing the worst possible pain anyone should ever have to endure. The night was a success but most importantly we brought laughter and smiles to Ruby's family which was the most priceless thing I could have asked for. It was an honor to have done this for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ani, Ruby's mom with the Donate life Booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0b0GnfxTiQ/TrNhVEJxB8I/AAAAAAAABfE/a1LzcwnE0HU/s1600/321174_191939110880120_163486743725357_418002_885022732_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0b0GnfxTiQ/TrNhVEJxB8I/AAAAAAAABfE/a1LzcwnE0HU/s400/321174_191939110880120_163486743725357_418002_885022732_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670983370309437378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tables for the guest to sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0fi6mGrfXc/TrNhAePq7VI/AAAAAAAABe0/3Zh5twz0k-o/s1600/313639_191937897546908_163486743725357_417995_500676268_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0fi6mGrfXc/TrNhAePq7VI/AAAAAAAABe0/3Zh5twz0k-o/s400/313639_191937897546908_163486743725357_417995_500676268_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670983016536272210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Brooke with Ruby's parents Matt &amp; Ani Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CSiHfEQbQis/TrNg-ueSrbI/AAAAAAAABec/_r8rPPZQxYM/s1600/296342_183341915080775_153255888089378_368710_427553514_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CSiHfEQbQis/TrNg-ueSrbI/AAAAAAAABec/_r8rPPZQxYM/s400/296342_183341915080775_153255888089378_368710_427553514_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670982986532826546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp; Ani welcoming guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ddmFUqwJZM/TrNg9e6sxbI/AAAAAAAABeQ/r8jcV9wmd1A/s1600/293534_191940534213311_163486743725357_418008_1397220802_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ddmFUqwJZM/TrNg9e6sxbI/AAAAAAAABeQ/r8jcV9wmd1A/s400/293534_191940534213311_163486743725357_418008_1397220802_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670982965177140658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the guest eating before they start biding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DyLilR5M-Lg/TrNg888bv_I/AAAAAAAABeE/6kn5NAehVTw/s1600/293462_191940447546653_163486743725357_418007_1538524562_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DyLilR5M-Lg/TrNg888bv_I/AAAAAAAABeE/6kn5NAehVTw/s400/293462_191940447546653_163486743725357_418007_1538524562_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670982956057608178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri, Ruby's grandmother checking out auction items&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JR9YDibwpTw/TrNg_cpRXWI/AAAAAAAABeo/kwlcwZ4n1ts/s1600/301354_191939800880051_163486743725357_418005_1628416920_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JR9YDibwpTw/TrNg_cpRXWI/AAAAAAAABeo/kwlcwZ4n1ts/s400/301354_191939800880051_163486743725357_418005_1628416920_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670982998926908770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf club biding war! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ak3xHg16AJM/TrNhW8szY7I/AAAAAAAABfc/VIiKewPOfMg/s1600/320752_191941334213231_163486743725357_418011_1728287986_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ak3xHg16AJM/TrNhW8szY7I/AAAAAAAABfc/VIiKewPOfMg/s400/320752_191941334213231_163486743725357_418011_1728287986_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670983402668647346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner by Ortega 120, Tutto Fresco and Bj's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCGlkzC0fgM/TrNhVSA61GI/AAAAAAAABfQ/aTtj0j7WXqs/s1600/321629_191940187546679_163486743725357_418006_265556765_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCGlkzC0fgM/TrNhVSA61GI/AAAAAAAABfQ/aTtj0j7WXqs/s400/321629_191940187546679_163486743725357_418006_265556765_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670983374030427234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please for more updates on the Taylor family and Ruby Jane Foundation please visit:&lt;br /&gt;http://rubyjanetaylor.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.aniandmatttaylor.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year on Ruby's birthday they will be hosting a run in honor of their sweet baby to spread awareness, here is the website for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imathlete.com/events/RunforRuby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-8674008477835260497?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/8674008477835260497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=8674008477835260497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/8674008477835260497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/8674008477835260497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-back-and-not-sure-where-to-begin.html' title='I&apos;m back and not sure where to begin.....'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0b0GnfxTiQ/TrNhVEJxB8I/AAAAAAAABfE/a1LzcwnE0HU/s72-c/321174_191939110880120_163486743725357_418002_885022732_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-203237449396750495</id><published>2011-10-17T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:27:17.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Gluten Free) Pumpkin Spice Chocolate Chip Cookies</title><content type='html'>Have fun and play with ingredients!People with Nut allergies might want to try another flour. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GF Pumpkin Pie Muffins&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ cups blanched almond flour&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp celtic sea salt&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;1 pinch ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp grapeseed oil&lt;br /&gt;½ cup Agave nectar&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp of Vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;2 Large eggs&lt;br /&gt;(GF)chocolate chips I use one whole 15oz bag because I love chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;1 cup fresh baked pumpkin (well packed)-I roast my pumpkin but if you want to buy already puree you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)Large bowl combine almond flour, salt, baking soda, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger and cloves&lt;br /&gt;(2) puree oil, agave, eggs and pumpkin until smooth&lt;br /&gt;(3) Stir wet ingredients into dry&lt;br /&gt;(4) Add chocolate chips and stir&lt;br /&gt;(5) Bake at 350&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vftxr26UvEU/TrNpl7Lm9oI/AAAAAAAABgc/t_XhBXIb03w/s1600/310741_10150392634889881_642309880_7794571_1776518885_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vftxr26UvEU/TrNpl7Lm9oI/AAAAAAAABgc/t_XhBXIb03w/s400/310741_10150392634889881_642309880_7794571_1776518885_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670992456052045442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-203237449396750495?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/203237449396750495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=203237449396750495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/203237449396750495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/203237449396750495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/10/gluten-free-pumpkin-spice-chocolate.html' title='(Gluten Free) Pumpkin Spice Chocolate Chip Cookies'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vftxr26UvEU/TrNpl7Lm9oI/AAAAAAAABgc/t_XhBXIb03w/s72-c/310741_10150392634889881_642309880_7794571_1776518885_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-6123577065597850233</id><published>2011-09-26T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T01:02:48.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>First of all how cute is my mom? I mean seriously? Today is my mom's birthday. I can't believe how old your getting mom! jk haha. My mom raised us on her own since we were babies. She had to play both roles as a parent, day in and day out. Not having much support to help her, we all had to lean on each other to get through some hard times. No matter how difficult things got for her, she never showed us her struggles. There were days that food in our house was low but her peanut butter &amp; jelly ritz cracker sandwiches always did the trick. &lt;br /&gt;She has sacrificed so much for us, we were and still very lucky to have the type of mother who loved her children SO MUCH! Our bond as a family is unbreakable. We are extremely annoyingly close and I don't know how to ever thank her enough for never giving up on being a mother to us. There are so many mothers who would of thrown their arms up and quit but not her. We wouldn't be half the woman we are today if it weren't for her. &lt;br /&gt;Her strength is admirable and determination is contagious. I know personally, because of her guidance and teachings I wouldn't be half the mother I am today. My mom alone raised the three of us and because of her my older sister Maritza is now finishing her masters, my little sister graduated with a teaching degree and is now employed by Teach of America, and myself a mother of two, not yet finished school although I know I will one way or another, but for now I'm going to enjoy watching my two little ones grow while saving the world one kid at a time :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mom! We LOVE you SO MUCH! Always know I'll come visit you when your old ;) hahahaha just kidding..you know I would let you live with me in a back house..hahahaha but seriously.....I would take care of you ") XOXOXOXO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pIS3oPsNQg/ToF73KBOpCI/AAAAAAAABd8/czymMykqbjU/s1600/282030_586893494031_46000739_32827165_5859617_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pIS3oPsNQg/ToF73KBOpCI/AAAAAAAABd8/czymMykqbjU/s400/282030_586893494031_46000739_32827165_5859617_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656938794466583586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjJc8unt9lA/ToF723fIm1I/AAAAAAAABd0/QRA-2znYjxo/s1600/255671_577819852681_46000739_32753938_2899283_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjJc8unt9lA/ToF723fIm1I/AAAAAAAABd0/QRA-2znYjxo/s400/255671_577819852681_46000739_32753938_2899283_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656938789491743570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-6123577065597850233?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/6123577065597850233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=6123577065597850233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6123577065597850233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6123577065597850233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pIS3oPsNQg/ToF73KBOpCI/AAAAAAAABd8/czymMykqbjU/s72-c/282030_586893494031_46000739_32827165_5859617_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-7014863844096297565</id><published>2011-09-25T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T01:03:08.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Est. 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNuWbFYV-dM/ToF5GEzQaKI/AAAAAAAABds/pStNLJpmcBs/s1600/meandwade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNuWbFYV-dM/ToF5GEzQaKI/AAAAAAAABds/pStNLJpmcBs/s400/meandwade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656935752228956322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you mi amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-7014863844096297565?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/7014863844096297565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=7014863844096297565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7014863844096297565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7014863844096297565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/09/est-2006.html' title='Est. 2006'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNuWbFYV-dM/ToF5GEzQaKI/AAAAAAAABds/pStNLJpmcBs/s72-c/meandwade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-9020740167896833705</id><published>2011-09-24T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T01:03:23.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gear Up!</title><content type='html'>Playing Center for the Anaheim Ducks, weighing in at 37lbs and 4'0- is PRESLEY JONESSSSSS (crowd roars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAQgiS6geBw/ToF1_lqh2_I/AAAAAAAABdk/KjngHfm_ly8/s1600/aaapp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAQgiS6geBw/ToF1_lqh2_I/AAAAAAAABdk/KjngHfm_ly8/s400/aaapp.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656932342256753650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-9020740167896833705?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/9020740167896833705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=9020740167896833705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/9020740167896833705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/9020740167896833705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/09/gear-up.html' title='Gear Up!'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAQgiS6geBw/ToF1_lqh2_I/AAAAAAAABdk/KjngHfm_ly8/s72-c/aaapp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-1989506948252274185</id><published>2011-09-23T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T01:03:41.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayaking</title><content type='html'>When we were at our "stay-cation" at the beach house we thought it would be a great idea to take the girls Kayaking since it was a beautiful day. I was a little nervous because well neither of my girls know how to swim, and I've never been kayaking before so it was new for me. I was excited to be doing this for our first time together as a family but I will admit I was a little fearful of what's in the water considering I can't see the bottom, but I figured we would be okay. Other than my arms wanting to fall off by the end of it, we all really had a great time out there. It was a lot of fun and we can't wait to do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBMo90Qhes8/ToF06TjU0CI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AslFvpUaJk/s1600/kayak4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBMo90Qhes8/ToF06TjU0CI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AslFvpUaJk/s400/kayak4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656931151983726626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWBurdlQpIk/ToF06ToTm8I/AAAAAAAABdU/BEaYPV6kr4M/s1600/kayak3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWBurdlQpIk/ToF06ToTm8I/AAAAAAAABdU/BEaYPV6kr4M/s400/kayak3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656931152004619202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gjmor9xjYAc/ToF06HtPW_I/AAAAAAAABdM/O3UxYdArWYg/s1600/kayak6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gjmor9xjYAc/ToF06HtPW_I/AAAAAAAABdM/O3UxYdArWYg/s400/kayak6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656931148804086770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQ3ikOjkBk0/ToF059dbdSI/AAAAAAAABdE/ZgVTk2q8Grk/s1600/kayak2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQ3ikOjkBk0/ToF059dbdSI/AAAAAAAABdE/ZgVTk2q8Grk/s400/kayak2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656931146053416226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-luUjFppM8b4/ToF05kpQa-I/AAAAAAAABc8/1xPHLne68JQ/s1600/kinleykayak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-luUjFppM8b4/ToF05kpQa-I/AAAAAAAABc8/1xPHLne68JQ/s400/kinleykayak.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656931139392138210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-1989506948252274185?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/1989506948252274185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=1989506948252274185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1989506948252274185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1989506948252274185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/09/kayaking.html' title='Kayaking'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBMo90Qhes8/ToF06TjU0CI/AAAAAAAABdc/5AslFvpUaJk/s72-c/kayak4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-9212819035159768459</id><published>2011-09-21T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:24:09.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-School</title><content type='html'>I knew this day would come. This is the day that marks the beginning of sending your child off to school. Soon enough it will be Kindergarten and then parent teacher conferences, PTA meetings, school dances, I could go on but I can't because the thought of how fast all these years will pass me, is bitter but sweet. I know it's just pre-school, but for the last three years of her life I've been the only one to be with her day in and day out. To feel her being away from me just for three hours, three days a week has been hard. It feels weird to just drop her off at school with people I don't know. On her first day I paced by the front gate because I just felt naked without her. She has been my little buddy by my side for three wonderful years, and here I was dropping off not a baby anymore, but a kid. My kid. I watched her play for a little while and she was just so so so happy. She jumped from activity to activity in a matter of minutes because she was so excited. She couldn't make up her mind what she wanted to do because everything around her was so wonderful. I knew she was happy and needed to be there. I finally on this day understood (mild version, of course) how it felt like to let them go, and hope you have taught her well so far in being a kind, and respectful person. I’m looking forward to the art work she brings home, hearing about what she did at school that day, listening to what she’s learned and watching her make new friends. The days are long but the years are fast. I’m so grateful for her. I’m so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the teacher to open the gate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZLoIVk2XB8/TnmOWYrQdEI/AAAAAAAABcc/nKokKKBPV8o/s1600/prespreschool2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZLoIVk2XB8/TnmOWYrQdEI/AAAAAAAABcc/nKokKKBPV8o/s400/prespreschool2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so excited she ran the moment she got out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SuSbmwp8qKo/TnmOWd9pipI/AAAAAAAABck/D9zLbHXcivE/s1600/prespreschool1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SuSbmwp8qKo/TnmOWd9pipI/AAAAAAAABck/D9zLbHXcivE/s400/prespreschool1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her "Mom what are you still doing here?!" look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1wSQa8ujbE/TnmOWoYNzzI/AAAAAAAABcs/0vVfImYzGJw/s1600/prespreschool3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1wSQa8ujbE/TnmOWoYNzzI/AAAAAAAABcs/0vVfImYzGJw/s400/prespreschool3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first day of Pre-School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JG-oGob8mXw/TnmOWtXa4qI/AAAAAAAABc0/D-uTEtzo8xM/s1600/prespreschool.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JG-oGob8mXw/TnmOWtXa4qI/AAAAAAAABc0/D-uTEtzo8xM/s400/prespreschool.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, as a new school year approaches I will ask her questions to see how they change as she grows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Presley Sipriana Jones - Pre-School 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: &lt;i&gt;Purple&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Shape: &lt;i&gt;Heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie: &lt;i&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Princess: &lt;i&gt;Mermaid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;i&gt;Strawberries,blueberries and grapes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Place: &lt;i&gt;School&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Animal: &lt;i&gt;Unicorn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Pet: &lt;i&gt;"wittle" cat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-9212819035159768459?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/9212819035159768459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=9212819035159768459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/9212819035159768459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/9212819035159768459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/09/pre-school.html' title='Pre-School'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZLoIVk2XB8/TnmOWYrQdEI/AAAAAAAABcc/nKokKKBPV8o/s72-c/prespreschool2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-6153128585557880052</id><published>2011-09-17T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T21:08:13.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay-Cation</title><content type='html'>On our "stay-cation" at the beach house Wade was really excited about doing some "big kid" things with Presley. We flew kites, went kayaking, played at the beach, went on really long bike rides, but his MOST FAVORITE was teaching her to fish. This was a very special week for them. They grew closer this week and these two were like two peas in a pod. They did everything together. Wherever Wade went, she had to go. It was his little buddy, and she adored it. I adored it. It brought me complete joy to watch these two develop a bond that will be forever unbreakable.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GqVcnoaG2eQ/TnVuj2KlEQI/AAAAAAAABcE/V3TJTdFBRdU/s1600/beachhouse2011-093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GqVcnoaG2eQ/TnVuj2KlEQI/AAAAAAAABcE/V3TJTdFBRdU/s400/beachhouse2011-093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkmblNg3MCQ/TnVukHR4T_I/AAAAAAAABcM/J9shotvGoZY/s1600/beachhouse2011-112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkmblNg3MCQ/TnVukHR4T_I/AAAAAAAABcM/J9shotvGoZY/s400/beachhouse2011-112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc93rcW33Z8/TnVukUMUlmI/AAAAAAAABcU/w_oR0zLR1R0/s1600/beachhouse2011-123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc93rcW33Z8/TnVukUMUlmI/AAAAAAAABcU/w_oR0zLR1R0/s400/beachhouse2011-123.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/6492871088955458716-6153128585557880052?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/6153128585557880052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=6153128585557880052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6153128585557880052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6153128585557880052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/09/stay-cation.html' title='Stay-Cation'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GqVcnoaG2eQ/TnVuj2KlEQI/AAAAAAAABcE/V3TJTdFBRdU/s72-c/beachhouse2011-093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-1155713951917470293</id><published>2011-09-04T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T23:49:11.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Sunday</title><content type='html'>We are always out and about taking on a new adventure as a family. We are not very "home-body" type of people, but once in a long while we will actually take a day to ourselves where we aren't having to be somewhere. Today was our day. It was nice that we stayed home and did puzzles with the girls, and just played. Presley and I decided that we were going to get our nails done after lunch and it was just a good day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wade and I can rarely take a serious picture together...but loving Presley's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBK_8SD_e08/TmRvtyC6D1I/AAAAAAAABbU/dvArPjJywFs/s1600/sunday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBK_8SD_e08/TmRvtyC6D1I/AAAAAAAABbU/dvArPjJywFs/s400/sunday.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648762664948207442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kinley laying on the floor playing with the camera on my phone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dqHM68qH0vs/TmRvt-BdtcI/AAAAAAAABbM/0-SpQYRMkBM/s1600/sunday1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dqHM68qH0vs/TmRvt-BdtcI/AAAAAAAABbM/0-SpQYRMkBM/s400/sunday1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648762668163380674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my family. Truly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-1155713951917470293?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/1155713951917470293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=1155713951917470293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1155713951917470293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1155713951917470293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/09/relaxing-sunday.html' title='Relaxing Sunday'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBK_8SD_e08/TmRvtyC6D1I/AAAAAAAABbU/dvArPjJywFs/s72-c/sunday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-4067793001306617836</id><published>2011-09-04T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T23:41:13.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crock Pot Lasagna Recipe!</title><content type='html'>That's right, I made a lasagna in the crock pot and it was so easy and tasted Ah-Mazing! Now, I suck at taking pictures of food but I took one anyway so you can at least see the layers of heaven in this lovely meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAXsGuNwQBc/TmRrwWbAc4I/AAAAAAAABbE/EPuBAH8PzPA/s1600/recipe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAXsGuNwQBc/TmRrwWbAc4I/AAAAAAAABbE/EPuBAH8PzPA/s400/recipe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648758311026193282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the lasagna noodles that you don't need to boil. Mine were gluten free but I think you can get them regular. Honestly though, taste wise no difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke some so they can fit and lay flat in the cooker....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then spread some ricotta cheese on the noodles along with some pesto sauce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next layer I added some baby spinach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I added (optional for those who may be vegetarians) some ground meat- I cooked it before putting it in the crock pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meat is in I added some marinara sauce on top....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you repeat every step until the crock pot is filled to the top with layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end on your layering madness you can top it off with some mozzarella cheese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then either cook it on high for 2-3 hours or low for 6 to whatever hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see the cheese on top brown and bubble. Let it sit for 10 minutes to cool and ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-4067793001306617836?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/4067793001306617836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=4067793001306617836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4067793001306617836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4067793001306617836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/09/crock-pot-lasagna-recipe.html' title='Crock Pot Lasagna Recipe!'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAXsGuNwQBc/TmRrwWbAc4I/AAAAAAAABbE/EPuBAH8PzPA/s72-c/recipe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-8540251423223505451</id><published>2011-08-30T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:41:25.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ER Expierence</title><content type='html'>Last night Kinley had a falling out of the crib accident. Both girls were put to bed at their normal time 8:00 and some nights they will play in the room together before falling asleep. I have never been concerned with them playing in their together because it will bring back memories and bonding experiences that I had with my sisters when we used to share a room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Kinley flipped out of the crib, and during this time Presley had taken her step stool against the crib so that Presley could be eye level with her to play. Well unfortunately the wood floor didn't break her fall, instead the corner of the stool did and she face planted into it the corner of the stepping stool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Presley cry before Kinley, so I as I heard the thump noise I ran into their room and saw Kinley laying on the ground. It was dark in there so I immediately picked her up and grabbed her head to feel for a bump. To my surprise as I turned the light on I saw that it wasn't her head that was injured but the right side of her face. I panicked, it looked like scene from a horror movie. Blood down her face, eye swollen, immediate bruising, my baby! I freaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her into the ER right away. Wade stayed with Presley at home trying to put her back to sleep while he put the mattress at the lowest setting. When arriving at the ER I saw that it was crowded. Walking in with my baby girl in my arms, hoping that they will take her to be seen immediately because of the obvious injuries on her face. Sitting there she started to act a little weird, I went to the desk and asked them how much longer will it be to be seen? The receptionist said "there is forty people in front of you ma'am, so a couple of hours" I was shocked, it was a blow to my stomach. I then proceeded to tell her that Kinley's behavior was off and I was concerned considering this was a head injury. Then again she proceeded to tell me "there is a big wait, and you have to wait." I lost it....all my morals and self discipline were left at the door...I won't go into what I said exactly, but trust me there is nothing worse a person can do but to stand in the way of a mother protecting her child. I got seen immediately.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few very scary complications, she wasn't responding as quickly as they wanted so they needed to evaluate her. They put IVs and did CT scans. The results showed some swelling in the right side of her head, so they kept us there longer. As I waited to hear the results, I just kept praying. I laid right next to her because even the chair right next to her bed was to far away for me. I moved wires aside gently trying not disturb her or them so I could be closer to her. Snuggling her breathing her in as much as I could because I had no idea what was about to happen next. I thought to myself I almost lost her once, I can't be do this again. A few hours later the nurse came in and said the swelling was due to the tissue around the head and that they will discharge her so we can finally get home. Best news I heard all night. I'm so happy she's okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZGdppPDUvo/Tl22s3a677I/AAAAAAAABZs/i5piNBemrEM/s1600/kinleyhospital1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZGdppPDUvo/Tl22s3a677I/AAAAAAAABZs/i5piNBemrEM/s400/kinleyhospital1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646870389699833778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to her room after the CT Scan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtE0R0IlIDo/Tl22smdVyUI/AAAAAAAABZk/eh-jaDa7L6A/s1600/kinleyhospital3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtE0R0IlIDo/Tl22smdVyUI/AAAAAAAABZk/eh-jaDa7L6A/s400/kinleyhospital3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646870385146579266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4bmnzoPeA/Tl22svOONQI/AAAAAAAABZc/VU2QtspH3B4/s1600/kinleyhospital4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4bmnzoPeA/Tl22svOONQI/AAAAAAAABZc/VU2QtspH3B4/s400/kinleyhospital4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646870387499087106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-8540251423223505451?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/8540251423223505451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=8540251423223505451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/8540251423223505451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/8540251423223505451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/08/er-expierence.html' title='ER Expierence'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZGdppPDUvo/Tl22s3a677I/AAAAAAAABZs/i5piNBemrEM/s72-c/kinleyhospital1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-2764094826161328494</id><published>2011-08-27T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:26:01.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My MOST Precious Possessions</title><content type='html'>Sure being a parent is hard and especially if your doing your job right-it's really hard! Waking up all hours of the night with your infant, dealing with your toddlers new love for words like "NO!", Dealing with time-outs and tantrums, setting boundaries and rules, sticking to your initial word and not backing down, the dirty diapers, the constant mess, the constant laundry and dishes, the potty training..I think you get the point, right? I could go on and on with a list of things that makes being a parent hard. &lt;br /&gt;But it's moments like these; that this so-called long list now seems shorter. All that hard work doesn't seem so hard anymore, moments like these aren't guaranteed forever and children grow up fast. I wouldn't have it any other way because if this is my reward, I would gladly take a snuggle or silly face smiles in exchange of all my hard work any day and in any life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xK4c__ZHAns/TliWvoIo0DI/AAAAAAAABZM/Dfx6kCLD1eo/s1600/photo11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xK4c__ZHAns/TliWvoIo0DI/AAAAAAAABZM/Dfx6kCLD1eo/s400/photo11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645427877880582194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_7HVef982k/TliWvVIM-RI/AAAAAAAABZE/4qHXXg8_g9M/s1600/photo12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_7HVef982k/TliWvVIM-RI/AAAAAAAABZE/4qHXXg8_g9M/s400/photo12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645427872778483986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-2764094826161328494?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/2764094826161328494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=2764094826161328494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2764094826161328494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2764094826161328494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-most-precious-possessions.html' title='My MOST Precious Possessions'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xK4c__ZHAns/TliWvoIo0DI/AAAAAAAABZM/Dfx6kCLD1eo/s72-c/photo11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-2230063355386182993</id><published>2011-08-26T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:01:17.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession.</title><content type='html'>Chai Tea Latte with an added shot of espresso. How I love thee. You make my mornings bearable. You have this magic power in you to make stepping on toys in the morning less annoying. You make the walls I run into, seem like padded cushions. The sweet aroma you carry outweighs the aroma from my one year old diaper. Your warmth in my hands helps silence the annoying songs from cartoons in the morning...I thank you for being my latest obsession and for being the wife that every wife needs in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HH9Wcmgdwwc/TliSCY-KGuI/AAAAAAAABY8/V44LIuv1V74/s1600/Diptic.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HH9Wcmgdwwc/TliSCY-KGuI/AAAAAAAABY8/V44LIuv1V74/s400/Diptic.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645422702669470434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-2230063355386182993?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/2230063355386182993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=2230063355386182993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2230063355386182993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2230063355386182993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/08/obsession.html' title='Obsession.'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HH9Wcmgdwwc/TliSCY-KGuI/AAAAAAAABY8/V44LIuv1V74/s72-c/Diptic.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-2169594587813558217</id><published>2011-08-24T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T14:29:44.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters.</title><content type='html'>What life is truly about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rex9czLLwr0/TlVtIW-jMhI/AAAAAAAABY0/93AazhMCiY8/s1600/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rex9czLLwr0/TlVtIW-jMhI/AAAAAAAABY0/93AazhMCiY8/s400/sisters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644537698353099282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-2169594587813558217?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/2169594587813558217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=2169594587813558217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2169594587813558217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2169594587813558217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/08/sisters.html' title='Sisters.'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rex9czLLwr0/TlVtIW-jMhI/AAAAAAAABY0/93AazhMCiY8/s72-c/sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-1587229370293039355</id><published>2011-08-24T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T01:35:19.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marker Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm7C2O1_dMA/TlS3mXHHhMI/AAAAAAAABYs/ntFYTsPQ9EE/s1600/9060ab4e4ebb429bbbdbd0f9d2ced5e9_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm7C2O1_dMA/TlS3mXHHhMI/AAAAAAAABYs/ntFYTsPQ9EE/s400/9060ab4e4ebb429bbbdbd0f9d2ced5e9_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644338102668854466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was excited to show me how the markers she was coloring with were "tickling" her hands. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-1587229370293039355?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/1587229370293039355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=1587229370293039355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1587229370293039355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1587229370293039355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/08/marker-fun.html' title='Marker Fun!'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm7C2O1_dMA/TlS3mXHHhMI/AAAAAAAABYs/ntFYTsPQ9EE/s72-c/9060ab4e4ebb429bbbdbd0f9d2ced5e9_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-3857915544503350551</id><published>2011-08-20T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T19:55:20.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave Little Soul -By: John Alessi</title><content type='html'>Not too long ago in Heaven there was a little soul who took wonder in observing the world. He especially enjoyed the love he saw there and often expressed this joy with God. One day however the little soul was sad, for on this day he saw suffering in the world. He approached God and sadly asked, "Why do bad things happen; why is there suffering in the world?" God paused for a moment and replied, "Little soul, do not be sad, for the suffering you see, unlocks the love in people's hearts." The little soul was confused. "What do you mean," he asked. God replied, "Have you not noticed the goodness and love that is the offspring of that suffering? Look at how people come together, drop their differences and show their love and compassion for those who suffer. All their other motivations disappear and they become motivated by love alone." The little soul began to understand and listened attentively as God continued, "The suffering soul unlocks the love in people's hearts much like the sun and the rain unlock the flower within the seed. I created everyone with endless love in their heart, but unfortunately most people keep it locked up and hardly share it with anyone. They are afraid to let their love shine freely, because they are afraid of being hurt. But a suffering soul unlocks that love. I tell you this - it is the greatest miracle of all. Many souls have bravely chosen to go into the world and suffer - to unlock this love - to create this miracle for the good of all humanity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the little soul got a wonderful idea and could hardly contain himself. With his wings fluttering, bouncing up and down, the little soul excitedly replied. "I am brave; let me go! I would like to go into the world and suffer so that I can unlock the goodness and love in people's hearts! I want to create that miracle!" God smiled and said, "You are a brave soul I know, and thus I will grant your request. But even though you are very brave you will not be able to do this alone. I have known since the beginning of time that you would ask for this and so I have carefully selected many souls to care for you on your journey. Those souls will help you create your miracle; however they will also share in your suffering. Two of these souls are most special and will care for you, help you and suffer along with you, far beyond the others. They have already chosen a name for you". God and the brave soul shared a smile, and then embraced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In parting, God said, "Do not forget little soul that I will be with you always. Although you have agreed to bear the pain, you will do so through my strength. And if the time should come when you feel that you have suffered enough, just say the word, think the thought, and you will be healed." Thus at that moment the brave little soul was born into the world, and through his suffering and God's strength, he unlocked the goodness and love in people's hearts. For so many people dropped their differences and came together to show their love. Priorities became properly aligned. People gave from their hearts. Those that were always too busy found time. Many began new spiritual journeys, some regained lost faith - many came back to God. Parents hugged their children tighter. Friends and family grew closer. Old friends got together and new friendships were made. Distant family reunited, and every family spent more time together. Everyone prayed. Peace and love reigned. Lives changed forever. It was good. The world was a better place. The miracle had happened. God was pleased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko0uWKrQFx8/TlBzhHoaK2I/AAAAAAAABXU/s1hU0AAwSP0/s1600/Ruby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko0uWKrQFx8/TlBzhHoaK2I/AAAAAAAABXU/s1hU0AAwSP0/s400/Ruby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643137345916644194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-3857915544503350551?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/3857915544503350551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=3857915544503350551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3857915544503350551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3857915544503350551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/08/brave-little-soul-by-john-alessi.html' title='Brave Little Soul -By: John Alessi'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko0uWKrQFx8/TlBzhHoaK2I/AAAAAAAABXU/s1hU0AAwSP0/s72-c/Ruby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-3763032400916980044</id><published>2011-08-20T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T00:58:54.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Slings and Things...</title><content type='html'>I was going through pictures on my computer and saw these...From the looks of it, I believe we were watching the horses race at Santa Anita race track. Wade must of taken these that day. I must admit, though these backpacks were hard on my back at times, I do miss holding the girls in them. I remember Wade and I would rock, paper, scissor it to see who had to carry the backpack. As I look back now, I wish I held the backpack all the time. They just grow so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Presley at what she does best, explore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGBk8qZ-7zY/Tk9m47jybXI/AAAAAAAABXM/Qb-TJtiVGCE/s1600/holidaynewcamera2010%2B321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGBk8qZ-7zY/Tk9m47jybXI/AAAAAAAABXM/Qb-TJtiVGCE/s400/holidaynewcamera2010%2B321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642841986365025650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved when Kinley would fall asleep in it and would rest her head on my arm. Just like in this picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_hUatHauaM/Tk9m4hA--lI/AAAAAAAABXE/B5TMIrRY5LI/s1600/holidaynewcamera2010%2B359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_hUatHauaM/Tk9m4hA--lI/AAAAAAAABXE/B5TMIrRY5LI/s400/holidaynewcamera2010%2B359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642841979239725650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley on the little horse toy spotting her daddy taking pictures. I also love how I have the racing form in my back pocket ;) Multi-tasking at its finest! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-3763032400916980044?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/3763032400916980044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=3763032400916980044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3763032400916980044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3763032400916980044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-slings-and-things.html' title='Baby Slings and Things...'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGBk8qZ-7zY/Tk9m47jybXI/AAAAAAAABXM/Qb-TJtiVGCE/s72-c/holidaynewcamera2010%2B321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-5225979402729362897</id><published>2011-08-17T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T01:26:33.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presley Jones</title><content type='html'>Me: "Presley can you smile for the camera please?"&lt;br /&gt;Presley:"yes, mommy." (ha, it was a pure sarcasm tone)&lt;br /&gt;Me: " okay on the count of three say cheeesssse. one!..two!...three...."&lt;br /&gt;Presley: "cheese...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell by looking at the picture that her "cheese" was filled with excitement and pure enjoyment.....love 3 year olds. I really do though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RI_Pfv3ytyg/Tkt6EMyRHjI/AAAAAAAABWc/EfbGWJVdZqg/s1600/presfrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RI_Pfv3ytyg/Tkt6EMyRHjI/AAAAAAAABWc/EfbGWJVdZqg/s400/presfrown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641737170781806130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-5225979402729362897?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/5225979402729362897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=5225979402729362897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5225979402729362897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5225979402729362897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/08/presley-jones.html' title='Presley Jones'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RI_Pfv3ytyg/Tkt6EMyRHjI/AAAAAAAABWc/EfbGWJVdZqg/s72-c/presfrown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-94361792535910042</id><published>2011-08-17T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T01:19:44.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinley's 1st Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>It was Minnie Mouse theme. I know I've said this many times before but I can't believe she's 1! I remember Presley's first birthday party as if it happened yesterday. Time goes by so fast. I really do try and step back from my crazy life and enjoy them being little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed with our girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPPNAcPW6IM/Tkt2qtnxYWI/AAAAAAAABVc/KMirMMNBe3Y/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPPNAcPW6IM/Tkt2qtnxYWI/AAAAAAAABVc/KMirMMNBe3Y/s400/family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641733434384671074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnie tag cupcakes..I don't bake so store bought..can you tell by plastic container?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw-sByXsRbo/Tkt2rTb8gyI/AAAAAAAABV0/1c_li14Lv90/s1600/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw-sByXsRbo/Tkt2rTb8gyI/AAAAAAAABV0/1c_li14Lv90/s400/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641733444535616290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell she didn't enjoy her cake? ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsFI7oNXcrQ/Tkt3DGe5U-I/AAAAAAAABWE/2XnNOx5Y-vA/s1600/meandkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsFI7oNXcrQ/Tkt3DGe5U-I/AAAAAAAABWE/2XnNOx5Y-vA/s400/meandkin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641733853375189986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing, walking &amp; talking big 1 year old! ahh slow down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0bKM9Gk6DU/Tkt2rOuPo5I/AAAAAAAABVs/DaYiH405AVY/s1600/bidaygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0bKM9Gk6DU/Tkt2rOuPo5I/AAAAAAAABVs/DaYiH405AVY/s400/bidaygirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641733443270189970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big sister Presley striking a pose for me :) that's my girl! ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WngaPxAf9XY/Tkt2ruh0lAI/AAAAAAAABV8/ZfPAm3yKmwg/s1600/presssley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WngaPxAf9XY/Tkt2ruh0lAI/AAAAAAAABV8/ZfPAm3yKmwg/s400/presssley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641733451808019458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinley's first birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QViajKw2vXw/Tkt2q6RRu-I/AAAAAAAABVk/Oa-f1syByz0/s1600/bdaycake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QViajKw2vXw/Tkt2q6RRu-I/AAAAAAAABVk/Oa-f1syByz0/s400/bdaycake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641733437779983330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His &amp; Her" party bags and I made them! You don't see that everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8pP7OYDA4oM/Tkt4GEGdqEI/AAAAAAAABWU/poqOxA0Gc8s/s1600/partybags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8pP7OYDA4oM/Tkt4GEGdqEI/AAAAAAAABWU/poqOxA0Gc8s/s400/partybags.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641735003787077698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, it's not a party until you bust out a pinata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0j-_QxlBS4/Tkt3vSJ4-TI/AAAAAAAABWM/6NWvj6lt0lw/s1600/pinata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0j-_QxlBS4/Tkt3vSJ4-TI/AAAAAAAABWM/6NWvj6lt0lw/s400/pinata.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641734612422555954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-94361792535910042?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/94361792535910042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=94361792535910042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/94361792535910042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/94361792535910042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/08/kinleys-1st-birthday-party.html' title='Kinley&apos;s 1st Birthday Party'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPPNAcPW6IM/Tkt2qtnxYWI/AAAAAAAABVc/KMirMMNBe3Y/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-3097197421367042500</id><published>2011-08-12T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:35:26.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Game Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Since Kinley's birthday was on a weekday we thought it would be nice to start our own little family tradition, in which the four of us celebrate and do a mini party before the big party the following weekend. Almost like a warm up, instead with cake and presents! Lucky! There was a little jealousy going on with Presley when she saw the cake and present for Kinley, but I then surprised her with a gift and told her this was a present for her because she has been such a good big sister this whole year. She felt included, so that was settled. phew;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating her First birthday cake :)(Note:two cute little teeth!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_oh5sel4ylk/TkYXYvPbo6I/AAAAAAAABU0/1qFArgLshTY/s1600/kinley%2B1yr%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_oh5sel4ylk/TkYXYvPbo6I/AAAAAAAABU0/1qFArgLshTY/s400/kinley%2B1yr%2B020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640221297093616546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosting in her hair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2S90zfqK6I/TkYXZDExZ4I/AAAAAAAABVE/j-ztrSUOdJk/s1600/kinley%2B1yr%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2S90zfqK6I/TkYXZDExZ4I/AAAAAAAABVE/j-ztrSUOdJk/s400/kinley%2B1yr%2B028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640221302417614722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying her cake with big sister Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6dWsEofxQ/TkYXZdjLlgI/AAAAAAAABVM/Uh7xqZj6PWI/s1600/kinley%2B1yr%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6dWsEofxQ/TkYXZdjLlgI/AAAAAAAABVM/Uh7xqZj6PWI/s400/kinley%2B1yr%2B016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640221309524481538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinley now trying to steal some of Presley's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSJOA-uh9-E/TkYXZuOh4LI/AAAAAAAABVU/9n-Xiwj4cgk/s1600/kinley%2B1yr%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSJOA-uh9-E/TkYXZuOh4LI/AAAAAAAABVU/9n-Xiwj4cgk/s400/kinley%2B1yr%2B032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640221314001264818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one Happy 1 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNaa-3aalfc/TkYXY15qRoI/AAAAAAAABU8/eP2ma_5mpkk/s1600/kinley%2B1yr%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNaa-3aalfc/TkYXY15qRoI/AAAAAAAABU8/eP2ma_5mpkk/s400/kinley%2B1yr%2B025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640221298881349250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-3097197421367042500?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/3097197421367042500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=3097197421367042500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3097197421367042500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3097197421367042500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/08/pre-game-birthday-party.html' title='Pre-Game Birthday Party'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_oh5sel4ylk/TkYXYvPbo6I/AAAAAAAABU0/1qFArgLshTY/s72-c/kinley%2B1yr%2B020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-5383417964879479094</id><published>2011-08-12T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:56:43.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Smiling</title><content type='html'>This girl can always put a smile on my face. I'm so grateful for her and her corky personality!&lt;br /&gt;I was in the living room playing with Kinley when I heard Presley in my room. When I asked what she was doing she responded with "Just one minute." Sitting there I knew she was up to something so I walked into my room and saw Miss P on the computer. When I asked what she was doing she turned around and had her daddy's glasses on and was pretend typing on the keyboard and said "mom, I'm doing homework." I didn't even knew she knew the word homework, let alone knowing how to do homework. She can always make me laugh. It's never a dull moment in this house with these girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley doing "homework" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngN07stf4qE/TkYQ5TmDbCI/AAAAAAAABUs/pzQi9UDbVQA/s1600/kinley%2B1yr%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngN07stf4qE/TkYQ5TmDbCI/AAAAAAAABUs/pzQi9UDbVQA/s400/kinley%2B1yr%2B061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640214160026594338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So darn cute! She looks like her daddy in these glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LcInNKJE60k/TkYQ5JJykDI/AAAAAAAABUk/OQeOGRO0XMQ/s1600/pglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LcInNKJE60k/TkYQ5JJykDI/AAAAAAAABUk/OQeOGRO0XMQ/s400/pglasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640214157223694386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-5383417964879479094?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/5383417964879479094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=5383417964879479094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5383417964879479094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5383417964879479094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/08/always-smiling.html' title='Always Smiling'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngN07stf4qE/TkYQ5TmDbCI/AAAAAAAABUs/pzQi9UDbVQA/s72-c/kinley%2B1yr%2B061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-5524875437355898028</id><published>2011-08-09T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T02:06:01.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year of Love, Laughter and Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egRKLugQFHU/TkCu8ylOF6I/AAAAAAAABUU/Ik-7zhrhfn4/s1600/IMG_1923%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egRKLugQFHU/TkCu8ylOF6I/AAAAAAAABUU/Ik-7zhrhfn4/s400/IMG_1923%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638699092861130658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At exactly 2:06am my sweet baby was born. She was 7.3lbs and 18.5 inches long. I can't believe it was only a year ago that she was placed in the NICU just hours after being born because of a very severe case of jaundice that was an ABO incompatibility. Her levels were rising, and they were rising fast. Treatment was started immediately and she was being very closely watched by her doctor and nurses. I will always remember those days and weeks in my life. These memories are still so fresh in my mind because we could have lost her. I have never been so scared and unsure. I thank God all the time for blessing us with the Neonatologist and nurses that took care of Kinley. If it wasn't for them, she wouldn't be here today celebrating her first birthday. She has been growing so beautifully and has been the perfect completion of our family. Happy birthday baby. We are so happy to be celebrating this year with you :) Many more to come! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9JDbeDhFpc/TkCu9IyzUSI/AAAAAAAABUc/XObw5HmgYD0/s1600/kinley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9JDbeDhFpc/TkCu9IyzUSI/AAAAAAAABUc/XObw5HmgYD0/s400/kinley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638699098823676194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read more on this Jaundice Kinley had here is a great link:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/001306.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-5524875437355898028?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/5524875437355898028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=5524875437355898028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5524875437355898028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5524875437355898028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/08/year-of-love-laughter-and-fun.html' title='A Year of Love, Laughter and Fun!'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egRKLugQFHU/TkCu8ylOF6I/AAAAAAAABUU/Ik-7zhrhfn4/s72-c/IMG_1923%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-2421698830527115928</id><published>2011-07-31T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T14:00:43.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years Ago.....</title><content type='html'>We were in Maui getting. I married a man who has been the only one to truly show me how a man loves a woman. Through ups and downs and many challenges that life has thrown our way, we always make it through standing side by side. I couldn't have asked for a better person to share my life with and to have a family with. To many more years together....cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zK5LlcC6mSQ/TjW_u-xSisI/AAAAAAAABUM/sWmf2or20o4/s1600/2yranniversay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zK5LlcC6mSQ/TjW_u-xSisI/AAAAAAAABUM/sWmf2or20o4/s400/2yranniversay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635621322568665794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;This is my sisters dress. She somehow convinced me to wear it, and well for those who don't know me; when it comes to getting dressed I'm pretty conservative. This time I thought why not? it's our anniversary and I want to look hot for my husband. I'm not going to lie, I kind of felt like a hooker. It didn't help when the waiter at the restaurant said he's seen me there before a few times....I about died when I looked at Wade and said "well with me supposedly being her a few times, and wearing this dress with six inch heels, I'm sure they think I'm a freaking hooker and this is where I take my "dates" for the night!" good times. Only my luck. Good thing I have a husband who finds these things funny and we just laughed about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-2421698830527115928?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/2421698830527115928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=2421698830527115928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2421698830527115928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2421698830527115928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-years-ago.html' title='Two Years Ago.....'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zK5LlcC6mSQ/TjW_u-xSisI/AAAAAAAABUM/sWmf2or20o4/s72-c/2yranniversay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-1032071777664503867</id><published>2011-07-27T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T01:15:43.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother to Mother &amp; Stranger to Stranger</title><content type='html'>I believe people are brought into our lives for a certain reasons. Sometimes they are short lived and sometimes they can last forever. I also believe you experience certain moments in your life, so that it could shape you to be a better person later. I've had many moments like these. For instance the day I became a mother for the first time, it taught me patience, its shown me the feeling of unconditional love. Also when I became a mother for the second time, it showed me to feel that same unconditional love for another child, it taught me to never take life for granted when she was very ill after birth. Things, people, and events all happen for a certain reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across the Taylor family through a mutual friend who shared their family blog &lt;a href="http://aniandmatttaylor.blogspot.com/2011/07/floating.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. They are a very beautiful family with two beautiful girls. The pictures that are displayed in the blog are sweet and you can just feel the love that they have for each other. You can tell they are proud parents by their smiles. I don't know this family on a personal level, but when their daughter was 3 months old they were hit with a bomb; Ruby was diagnosed with Caroli Disease which is a rare liver disease. It's curable through transplant only. As I sat and read her blog posts I would be sitting in a pool of tears. Not only did I feel angry that this little girl was going through something like this but as a mother I couldn't help but think of Ani (Rubys mom)and what she must be going through. I'm not one to sit back and read stories and not try to do something. As I read and read; this family really touched a place in my heart and I knew there had to be something I could do. I would even without a doubt in my mind, if I were a match for her daughter, I would give her apart of my liver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ani &amp; I have exchanged a few emails to each other about Ruby. The other night as I was reading her blog I saw that she and her husband had to rush Ruby to the ER because something wasn't right. As I sat reading on the edge of my seat, I knew that I had to do something! Something was telling me to go...to go and donate my blood to her. I know I've never met them and have not really had a conversation other than a few emails here and there, but I had to do it. It was mother to mother type of thing. Like I get it, I've been in her position of not knowing what's going to happen next and not being to do anything and leaving it to doctors and nurses to do their jobs. It's a terrible feeling leaving it and trusting someone else with your child's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the babysitter, and got into my car and drove to UCLA to give my blood for Ruby. When I arrived to the front desk, right behind me was Ani sitting there waiting to donate her blood for her daughter. I've never met her before. I don't think it was a coincidence either that we were both in the same place at the same time. Ani went to get tested to donate blood and she failed her iron test, which resulted in her not being able to donate blood that day. When she walked out of the room, I could tell by the look on her face she was so disappointed. I could also tell she was trying to keep it together for me. I knew though; I knew how terrible it must of felt for her. That was when I knew I was meant to be there, I was there because I needed to give my blood to Ruby. Almost like someone looking out for them knew Ani wasn't going to be able to donate her blood today and they sent me in to do it. I think that made Ani feel better knowing that I was there to give blood to her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Today was special, I got to meet an amazing strong mother, who would drain her body dry of blood just to give it to her daughter, someone who greeted a stranger like me with such compassion and who wore a smile on her face to keep her strong when I know that inside she's hurting. I also got to give my blood to a little girl named Ruby who is waiting for her transplant and second chance at life. Please keep this family in your prayers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Family Blog:&lt;br /&gt;http://aniandmatttaylor.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from the clinic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yb-eomV55E8/Ti_IsAf1tlI/AAAAAAAABTk/ELa33EBFMM0/s1600/done.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yb-eomV55E8/Ti_IsAf1tlI/AAAAAAAABTk/ELa33EBFMM0/s400/done.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633942317237122642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad my first time donating my blood was for Ruby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W4leMX_d0Ck/Ti_Ir7IxrJI/AAAAAAAABTc/UmzkZmRiJqI/s1600/blood.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W4leMX_d0Ck/Ti_Ir7IxrJI/AAAAAAAABTc/UmzkZmRiJqI/s400/blood.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633942315798211730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-1032071777664503867?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/1032071777664503867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=1032071777664503867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1032071777664503867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1032071777664503867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/07/mother-to-mother-stranger-to-stranger.html' title='Mother to Mother &amp; Stranger to Stranger'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yb-eomV55E8/Ti_IsAf1tlI/AAAAAAAABTk/ELa33EBFMM0/s72-c/done.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-3391074547596402120</id><published>2011-07-20T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T00:09:14.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presley Soccer Adventures!</title><content type='html'>First of all I would like to take a little trip back in time when I was a little girl and my mom signed me up to play soccer. I remember we were the Blue Barracuda's! I don't even think I knew what a Barracuda even was, but I went with it; it sounded cool. That was my first soccer team I ever joined, and it was certainly not my last. I played for many more years after that and I absolutely loved it. I remember thinking to myself as I got older, how fun its going to be when one day I have a kid and I get to sign them up for their first soccer team. I also thought about how fun it would be to be the "team mom". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Presley up for the first time was one of those weird moments that some of us may have. I thought "wow, I'm signing Presley up for soccer!" that quickly was followed by "Wow, I have a KID to sign up for soccer!" then I thought "crap, I'm getting old." With many crazy thoughts going through my head I couldn't help but be so excited for this. I didn't force this on her, I actually gave her two other choices and she wanted to play soccer. Thank goodness because if I had to sit in an hour of ballet class I might have lost it. (jk, i think little ballerinas are cute.) Anyway, this is a toddler soccer thing. It's no AYSO but it teaches them at an early age the basic techniques on soccer rules. Also being able to show them how to take instruction from a coach and to participate in a team environment. She enjoys it very much and I just love watching her play in her little cleats and tiny shin guards! Oh one last thing..that whole "team mom" thing...not happening. I'll be more than happy to cheer on the sidelines :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously CUTEST EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RSOMdMQH1M/Ti-3iSjicPI/AAAAAAAABTU/Ac-dofkyhJE/s1600/263113_10150272351224881_642309880_7012240_5095194_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RSOMdMQH1M/Ti-3iSjicPI/AAAAAAAABTU/Ac-dofkyhJE/s400/263113_10150272351224881_642309880_7012240_5095194_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633923458588111090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Huddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wVHelgAUFys/Ti-3iOuv4_I/AAAAAAAABTM/YL_YBLmBmmk/s1600/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wVHelgAUFys/Ti-3iOuv4_I/AAAAAAAABTM/YL_YBLmBmmk/s400/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633923457561388018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOAL!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--uF58L565F8/Ti-3h3osLeI/AAAAAAAABTE/E37YWNmJLuY/s1600/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--uF58L565F8/Ti-3h3osLeI/AAAAAAAABTE/E37YWNmJLuY/s400/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633923451361963490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-3391074547596402120?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/3391074547596402120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=3391074547596402120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3391074547596402120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3391074547596402120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/07/presley-soccer-adventures.html' title='Presley Soccer Adventures!'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RSOMdMQH1M/Ti-3iSjicPI/AAAAAAAABTU/Ac-dofkyhJE/s72-c/263113_10150272351224881_642309880_7012240_5095194_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-4183741939194178450</id><published>2011-07-17T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T00:08:55.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jones' Lake Trip</title><content type='html'>This was our first trip to a lake as a family. It was exciting to be doing something new together, but also a bit unsettling thinking of possibly dealing with major meltdowns and of course babies &amp; water. I mentally prepared myself WEEKS before knowing that this isn't a "lake trip" that I'm used to taking without kids. This is a trip where I needed to be prepared for the worst. I needed to be on top of my game with whatever these two little chickens threw my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the least, these two little chickens were on their best behavior the whole time! There were no meltdowns, and their faces read pure enjoyment. I was so happy it was a great trip and everyone was so good. Although, Presley did go on the boat for her first time to watch her cousins wake board and well from what Presley said to me, and I quote "Mommy, I don't like boats. They make me feel sick." Well there you have it she's not a fan of the cruising around in boats. Maybe she will like it when she gets a little older :)or maybe she will be like me, where we can't even get on a swing set without feeling nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Got sand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GGSPbOn1CZY/Ti-xLB6ppnI/AAAAAAAABSU/xH1JzoDMW6A/s1600/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GGSPbOn1CZY/Ti-xLB6ppnI/AAAAAAAABSU/xH1JzoDMW6A/s400/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633916461914891890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wade taking Kinley out for a swim in the inner tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ssNG8g27ic0/Ti-xMLkLciI/AAAAAAAABSs/yuKI-Hp2T1Y/s1600/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ssNG8g27ic0/Ti-xMLkLciI/AAAAAAAABSs/yuKI-Hp2T1Y/s400/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633916481684861474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Presley after our boat ride, you can tell by the look of her face she was a little sick :( poor baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHTdvS65P2o/Ti-xL68lwsI/AAAAAAAABSk/B5drWlIGUmA/s1600/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHTdvS65P2o/Ti-xL68lwsI/AAAAAAAABSk/B5drWlIGUmA/s400/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633916477223846594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two little chickens trying out the lake for their first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odR2JFubO5E/Ti-xLp8ybSI/AAAAAAAABSc/cnaaXccM3Y0/s1600/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odR2JFubO5E/Ti-xLp8ybSI/AAAAAAAABSc/cnaaXccM3Y0/s400/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633916472661273890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter playing with Kinley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSKrs0QQF9Q/Ti-xMRtA9LI/AAAAAAAABS0/vbppyvQfOLg/s1600/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSKrs0QQF9Q/Ti-xMRtA9LI/AAAAAAAABS0/vbppyvQfOLg/s400/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633916483332535474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker with Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm5l_mToY-Y/Ti-yo_QXODI/AAAAAAAABS8/9IHcwizCiS8/s1600/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm5l_mToY-Y/Ti-yo_QXODI/AAAAAAAABS8/9IHcwizCiS8/s400/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633918076108355634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-4183741939194178450?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/4183741939194178450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=4183741939194178450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4183741939194178450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4183741939194178450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/07/jones-lake-trip.html' title='Jones&apos; Lake Trip'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GGSPbOn1CZY/Ti-xLB6ppnI/AAAAAAAABSU/xH1JzoDMW6A/s72-c/summer%2B2011%2Blake%2Bsoccer%2Bfun%2B035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-4528298323089040986</id><published>2011-07-09T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T08:44:00.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinley 11 Months</title><content type='html'>Can this month please go as slow as possible? I cannot even believe my last born, my baby, is going to be one year old next month!! She is standing on her own now and she's even taken small steps without any help. I'm in trouble. I'll have two walking toddlers soon. Kinley has insisted on now sitting at the table with Presley instead of her high chair and she has also expressed that drinking out of a "sippy cup" is only fair because Presley gets to do it. It makes me so sad that she is our last and she's growing so fast. On another note watching her and Presley starting to play and form this sister bond is the sweetest thing I've ever seen! They fight about toys now, and one day they will fight about clothes and make-up; but if one thing is for sure it's that both of our girls will grow up knowing the value of family. They will- no matter what; respect each other and be there for one another. I will make sure of this or else! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5BC8iF6yMRI/Th27uaol3UI/AAAAAAAABSE/JJAYSjZyZCU/s1600/kinley11mos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5BC8iF6yMRI/Th27uaol3UI/AAAAAAAABSE/JJAYSjZyZCU/s400/kinley11mos.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628861515380940098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-4528298323089040986?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/4528298323089040986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=4528298323089040986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4528298323089040986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4528298323089040986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/07/kinley-11-months.html' title='Kinley 11 Months'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5BC8iF6yMRI/Th27uaol3UI/AAAAAAAABSE/JJAYSjZyZCU/s72-c/kinley11mos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-7870962796079575144</id><published>2011-06-30T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:07:16.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a Smile</title><content type='html'>As a mother, I believe protecting my children is priority. I would go to any lengths to make sure of their safety. I would fight for my children. I would go up against anything to protect them. I would give my life for them. It's my duty to raise them with compassion, loyalty, intelligence, and love for not only themselves but for people around them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley is now three years old, and on this day, I had to let her in on a little passion of mine. It's something that touches very deep into my heart. Some of you may think she's a little young, or that she may not understand the concept, and for that; you're entitled to your own opinion. I will expose both my children to the great things life has to offer; but also show them things that are hard to see and why things happen that can never be explained. &lt;br /&gt;As I told her in "toddler language" about children who are very sick, I used words such as "pokies", "boo-boo's", "sad"(you get the point) to explain how there are children out there who are very ill and need someone to pray for them, or someone to help bring a smile to their face, and who need our help to help them. I wasn't sure if her little spongy mind was processing this, so I asked her to help me make cards for these sick kids because if they are sad, maybe reading this card will make them smile even for just a second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sat making cards, it was silent. If you know Presley, you would know the only time she is silent is when she's sleeping but this silence was different, almost like she was thinking. As she was hand printing all the cards she looked up at me and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, I make cards for kids who get lots of pokies and who are sad?"&lt;br /&gt;I said... "yes baby that's who you are making these cards for"&lt;br /&gt;then as another silence period occurred she then said "I make them happy mom, I no want them to be sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment...I knew my job as a mother to teach her compassion is on the right track. Proud mom over here!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley making her cards for the kids sick in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-o20aKtFLY/Tg1MiRaFhLI/AAAAAAAABR0/AhJyP6BxD9U/s1600/presleyphotos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-o20aKtFLY/Tg1MiRaFhLI/AAAAAAAABR0/AhJyP6BxD9U/s400/presleyphotos.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624235661327697074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dried, addressed, and stamped! They are ready to go and make a smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7FleadVfcg/Tg1MiV9cerI/AAAAAAAABR8/3DuIGTce2nI/s1600/sendingphotos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7FleadVfcg/Tg1MiV9cerI/AAAAAAAABR8/3DuIGTce2nI/s400/sendingphotos.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624235662549744306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-7870962796079575144?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/7870962796079575144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=7870962796079575144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7870962796079575144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7870962796079575144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/06/making-smile.html' title='Making a Smile'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-o20aKtFLY/Tg1MiRaFhLI/AAAAAAAABR0/AhJyP6BxD9U/s72-c/presleyphotos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-1109771124206357666</id><published>2011-06-23T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:32:52.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA Zoo</title><content type='html'>Today me and the girls had play date at the Zoo with a friend of mine who also has two little girls. The weather was hot, but with some sun screen on hand and a few stops at the water misters, we made it! I was a little nervous because our two oldest girls had to walk because both double strollers wouldn't fit into my truck and all we could take were both umbrella strollers for the babies. I was very pleased on how well they both did. They both walked the whole Zoo and I think towards the end when we were already heading out, they both said they were tired and ready to go home. It was a great day with great friends :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just a couple of giraffe's behind us...no biggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ__5TlxnRQ/TgQS7lN--1I/AAAAAAAABRs/L0Dfz7tEiog/s1600/preslazoo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ__5TlxnRQ/TgQS7lN--1I/AAAAAAAABRs/L0Dfz7tEiog/s400/preslazoo4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621639049677568850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spy an Ostrich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AC4-N7tMln8/TgQS7KOv3MI/AAAAAAAABRk/Aaj1Mm6T5Po/s1600/preslazoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AC4-N7tMln8/TgQS7KOv3MI/AAAAAAAABRk/Aaj1Mm6T5Po/s400/preslazoo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621639042433014978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those Giraffe's again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fw68kpx5JNY/TgQS6_AisfI/AAAAAAAABRc/rHJoPwipm7E/s1600/preslazoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fw68kpx5JNY/TgQS6_AisfI/AAAAAAAABRc/rHJoPwipm7E/s400/preslazoo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621639039420641778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley &amp; Corinne taking a little break from walking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zojkc03i1sI/TgQS6rYrJCI/AAAAAAAABRU/avUSufHp8Kc/s1600/preslazoo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zojkc03i1sI/TgQS6rYrJCI/AAAAAAAABRU/avUSufHp8Kc/s400/preslazoo3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621639034153149474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-1109771124206357666?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/1109771124206357666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=1109771124206357666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1109771124206357666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1109771124206357666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-zoo.html' title='LA Zoo'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ__5TlxnRQ/TgQS7lN--1I/AAAAAAAABRs/L0Dfz7tEiog/s72-c/preslazoo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-1707736413048603229</id><published>2011-06-20T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:33:35.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Mickey Hat</title><content type='html'>I remember being at Disneyland when Presley was little and really wanting to get her a hat with her name stitched into the back of it, but when I went to put it on she wanted nothing to do with anything on her head. I decided to wait and get her one when she was ready and excited to be wearing one. Well the day had come! My dad and family came to visit from Nevada and we all went to Disneyland and Presley was in love with my little sisters hat, that she also wanted one. As a little birthday present they bought her one and well to say the least she's so loving it! Of course she looks extra cute wearing it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xjlomkS7U1s/TgA6PGURbjI/AAAAAAAABRM/xAy8JfT-eto/s1600/disneylandwithdad2011%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xjlomkS7U1s/TgA6PGURbjI/AAAAAAAABRM/xAy8JfT-eto/s400/disneylandwithdad2011%2B035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620556366026468914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-1707736413048603229?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/1707736413048603229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=1707736413048603229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1707736413048603229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1707736413048603229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/06/princess-mickey-hat.html' title='Princess Mickey Hat'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xjlomkS7U1s/TgA6PGURbjI/AAAAAAAABRM/xAy8JfT-eto/s72-c/disneylandwithdad2011%2B035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-846143102243183464</id><published>2011-06-09T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:22:25.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinley 10 months</title><content type='html'>Let's see little miss Kinely, this month your personality is really starting to show. It took you a little longer to come out of your shell, but your just as goofy and outgoing like your sister. You want to walk so bad that you are now walking with your little walking toys; sometimes you will stand on your own until you realize you are standing on your own and sit back down. I must say that you have a bit of a temper when you don't get your way these days. We are trying to teach you not to scratch or pull hair lately but I'm sure we can get it under wraps before you start your play dates! I want these last two months to go slowly, they have truly gone so fast and I can't believe your going to be 1. Life really does fly by and so short and I really want you and your sister to live life to the fullest and love it. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm_JcKnLtNo/TgA2X12KvaI/AAAAAAAABRE/P8potYoP0cQ/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm_JcKnLtNo/TgA2X12KvaI/AAAAAAAABRE/P8potYoP0cQ/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620552118177545634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way you were totally into holding this football. It was cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-846143102243183464?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/846143102243183464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=846143102243183464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/846143102243183464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/846143102243183464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/06/kinley-10-months.html' title='Kinley 10 months'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm_JcKnLtNo/TgA2X12KvaI/AAAAAAAABRE/P8potYoP0cQ/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-6764361432417905886</id><published>2011-06-06T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T23:33:09.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Calm Before the Storm"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9kdlkqRUOA/Te299nkQKcI/AAAAAAAABQ8/aDh_qpB0nHQ/s1600/photo-12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9kdlkqRUOA/Te299nkQKcI/AAAAAAAABQ8/aDh_qpB0nHQ/s320/photo-12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615353176691583426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after her 3rd birthday Presley had her 3 year physical. I didn't realize until this day how much easier it is to get through physicals when they are younger. When they are young they don't really know what the heck is going on. Whenever we walk into the doctors office, she has her usual routine. She comes in, says hello to any kid that may be in there and goes straight to Nurse-we will call her stickers; so "nurse stickers" is her name. Presley loves "nurse stickers" because hence the name "stickers" she has drawer full of different stickers. "Nurse Stickers" loves Presley (who doesn't right??) and always lets her play at her desk and draw pictures until it's her turn to be seen. Well on this day "nurse stickers" refused to be the one giving Presley the shot(s)!!!! So she gave the dirty job to the new nurse. She didn't want to damage her relationship with Presley. Rightfully so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor does his routine...they take her weight, height, and had her do an eye exam??hmmm I thought to myself she may be a little young for it because she may know the ABC song but I'm pretty sure she can't identify a letter. I told the "new nurse" and she changed the letters to pictures....your first initial reaction would be "okay she can identify pictures, this will work" until they show you the pictures...I could barely identify the house that looked like a barn or the train that looked like a semi-truck. At that point Presley just started pulling words out of her ass...New nurse would say "Presley what's this picture of?" (As she pointed to a house) and Presley replied with "oh, that's a box"..hmmm...okay nurse tries again "Presley what's this picture of?" (As she points to what looks like a cow)..Presley-"Oh, that's a horse". I honestly thought it was a horse too, but the nurse said no that's a cow. So we obviously failed that test!-okay great at least that's over with now, what's next???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go into our private room and the new nurse puts head phones on Presley and gives her a hearing test...she says to Presley "Now Presley, when you hear a beeeeeeeep you need to say banana." Presley looked at me like oh great it's time for a snack! so she says "yes please, I want a banana" to the nurse. Nurse says "No, no..when u hear the beeeeeeeep say banana"....I'm sitting there thinking are you serious lady??? she just turned 3 two days ago at least give her half a year to really get settled into being 3! this went on for a few minutes until the new nurse finally got it through her head that it wasn't going to happen. So 2ND test of the day-failed again! Great we are off to a wonderful start.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor comes in...Presley loves her doctor..they always have these weird little inside jokes...I feel a little left out at times...almost to the point where they could very much possibly have their own secret handshake type of thing. Anyway, I'm glad she likes him because it makes doctor visit that much easier. He checks her out and yay the main important test her health and she passed with flying colors (knock on wood).  That excitement didn't last very long because then Presley out of no where looked at me and said "mommy are we done? no pokes (aka shots) today, k" ummmmm I stayed silent and we stared at each other for a minute...I thought do I lie? and risk her never trusting me again? or do I tell her the truth and she will know I won't lie to her?...crap....then word vomit happened.. "Yes Presley you have to have three pokes today"....okay seriously just the yes would of been enough, but leave it to me to add the number 3!!! what the hell is wrong with me?! She went hysterical...I tried to smooth it over by telling her that before she was allowed to go to her new school she had to get these "pokes"...she didn't care....then I told her "Presley you can sit on my lap why the nurse does it so it's not so scary" and surprisingly she said "okay, I sit on mommy's lap for pokes." I thought okay maybe this won't be do bad...so New nurse comes in and says "okay we need to give her these three so please lay her on the table and hold her arms down"....When she said that I thought WELL SHIT BALLS are you kidding me?!..so I asked if we could do it with her sitting on my lap..and she said "no".....SHIT BALLS AGAIN! I look at Presley and try to explain why she can't sit on my lap for the pokes....I should of just told her what an asshole I was for assuming and giving false hope to her...She was not happy. I had to hold her down and I think that was more worse than the shots...Presley doesn't like being pushed down like that and it freaked her  out..I wanted to cry but since my face was directly in hers I couldn't...She wouldn't understand why I would be crying..she would actually probably being asking herself "why the hell are you crying?You're not the one getting the "pokes" you big cry baby!".....so I didn't cry i just kissed her so much...which was probably even more annoying...kind of like when you stub your toe on a corner of something..the last thing you want is anyone to talk let alone look at you....anyway the "pokes" were done and Presley is a champ at milking her "ouchies" all day. I gave in and let her get her way that day.. that's the least I could do since I gave her false hope, and restrained her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-6764361432417905886?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/6764361432417905886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=6764361432417905886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6764361432417905886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6764361432417905886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/06/calm-before-storm.html' title='&quot;The Calm Before the Storm&quot;'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9kdlkqRUOA/Te299nkQKcI/AAAAAAAABQ8/aDh_qpB0nHQ/s72-c/photo-12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-3599930774419552582</id><published>2011-06-06T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:56:16.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Grandfathers Love</title><content type='html'>Growing up my dad was pretty much absent from our life so watching my girls grow up with their dad is so special to me. They will be able to have a dad and daughter relationship. I look forward to see what it truly means to have that through Presley and Kinley. Wade is an amazing  father to his girls but obviously he wasn't just born knowing how to love...you can see by this picture how Wade's dad, who I'm also proud to call my father in law; loves all his grandkids. I just love this picture. One day when Kinley is older she will look at this picture and will remember her relationship with her "papa". I believe they will be surrounded with such positive male influences that maybe one day they will seek characteristic traits that are happy and loving. I've always wanted to have a dad that could of been there for me growing up or to have a close relationship with a grandfather(he passed when I was young) but that's the past and didn't happen for me or my sisters; but I was very very lucky to meet a man who is truly good to me and most importantly good to his girls. Also so grateful that they have a grandfather in their life who loves them and who will be at every sports game, graduation, college graduation and maybe even their wedding day. They are so lucky to have the Jones men in their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1YPtpzo6XQ/Te2574YgLmI/AAAAAAAABQ0/4UGBFhK68fo/s1600/photo-8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1YPtpzo6XQ/Te2574YgLmI/AAAAAAAABQ0/4UGBFhK68fo/s320/photo-8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615348748799454818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-3599930774419552582?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/3599930774419552582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=3599930774419552582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3599930774419552582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3599930774419552582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-grandfathers-love.html' title='It&apos;s a Grandfathers Love'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1YPtpzo6XQ/Te2574YgLmI/AAAAAAAABQ0/4UGBFhK68fo/s72-c/photo-8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-3677685482609291951</id><published>2011-06-06T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:34:52.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day with my brand new 3 year old!</title><content type='html'>What a fantastic day it was! From the day I found out we were having a girl, I've always thought about the day I could do the fun "girl" activities with her such as getting our nails done, going shopping, getting our hair done, etc. We only did one of those things because first of all this girl hates shopping;I hope it's just a phase she will grow out of ;) and second I can't yet emotionally handle cutting her hair. I know it sounds crazy but the thought of her baby hair being cut makes me sad. I'm going to hold off on it for as long as she's cool with it. With that all said I had the pleasure of taking her to get her nails done! I was a little nervous on how she may react to a stranger doing her nails or having to sit still for the drying nail period but to say the least-she's a natural! She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the both of us leaving for our day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wp1OfJTqmpc/Te22ZuKLxsI/AAAAAAAABQs/kCC74705TXE/s1600/photo-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wp1OfJTqmpc/Te22ZuKLxsI/AAAAAAAABQs/kCC74705TXE/s320/photo-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615344863404607170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't seem very happy about this......;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0VdOezfWDY/Te22T5Sq98I/AAAAAAAABQk/_5IodDMMSCQ/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0VdOezfWDY/Te22T5Sq98I/AAAAAAAABQk/_5IodDMMSCQ/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615344763313780674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady painting her nails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_EjXw-tBbo/Te22Tgvz19I/AAAAAAAABQc/1Q_fouDp_rM/s1600/photo-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_EjXw-tBbo/Te22Tgvz19I/AAAAAAAABQc/1Q_fouDp_rM/s320/photo-3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615344756725110738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off her newly polished toes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkE2ntAVYX0/Te22Te8qDdI/AAAAAAAABQU/gAwz1v1pC_E/s1600/photo-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkE2ntAVYX0/Te22Te8qDdI/AAAAAAAABQU/gAwz1v1pC_E/s320/photo-4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615344756242124242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting a mani and pedi can work up an appetite, so we decided to get lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsPljVg3JXM/Te22HDtSbXI/AAAAAAAABQM/3lxsBYgYVzc/s1600/photo-5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsPljVg3JXM/Te22HDtSbXI/AAAAAAAABQM/3lxsBYgYVzc/s320/photo-5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615344542771473778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we got to play at the park until our movie started. We got to see Kung Fu panda and well I think it was a little much for her because she was very upset about the mommy panda abandoning her baby..she went hysterical whens he saw it. That was my hint to leave. We didn't get to see the last 5 minutes..but it was a cute movie otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEF61NOlkR8/Te22ADDRYxI/AAAAAAAABQE/yT9oB-WdUUM/s1600/photo-6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEF61NOlkR8/Te22ADDRYxI/AAAAAAAABQE/yT9oB-WdUUM/s320/photo-6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615344422336160530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley showing off her mouth full of peanut M&amp;M's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-3677685482609291951?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/3677685482609291951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=3677685482609291951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3677685482609291951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3677685482609291951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-with-my-brand-new-3-year-old.html' title='Day with my brand new 3 year old!'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wp1OfJTqmpc/Te22ZuKLxsI/AAAAAAAABQs/kCC74705TXE/s72-c/photo-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-4490129569875440883</id><published>2011-06-03T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T08:04:12.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presley's Birthday Party!</title><content type='html'>Presley's third birthday party was a blast! A lot of our family and friends came to celebrate this specail day. Presley truly has so many people who love her. Her auntie Ashley even flew out from Miami to be there. So special. Here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwyuvRDjLFs/Tej3zo_7ObI/AAAAAAAABPc/6041SEMwkT4/s1600/DSC_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwyuvRDjLFs/Tej3zo_7ObI/AAAAAAAABPc/6041SEMwkT4/s320/DSC_0186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614009402068253106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ke-5KSThvzg/Tej3zQ6udEI/AAAAAAAABPU/-BjL_kRH3jU/s1600/DSC_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ke-5KSThvzg/Tej3zQ6udEI/AAAAAAAABPU/-BjL_kRH3jU/s320/DSC_0160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614009395603993666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0VY-lpvxn84/Tej3yxvESxI/AAAAAAAABPM/eIkBF9l2qCY/s1600/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0VY-lpvxn84/Tej3yxvESxI/AAAAAAAABPM/eIkBF9l2qCY/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614009387233594130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9WJHEZbs_c/Tej3ysNJBjI/AAAAAAAABPE/FyudmOx-P2U/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9WJHEZbs_c/Tej3ysNJBjI/AAAAAAAABPE/FyudmOx-P2U/s320/DSC_0146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614009385749120562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQseje0iHNo/Tej3yEe7OoI/AAAAAAAABO8/_aYWHrc1REo/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQseje0iHNo/Tej3yEe7OoI/AAAAAAAABO8/_aYWHrc1REo/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614009375086295682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-4490129569875440883?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/4490129569875440883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=4490129569875440883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4490129569875440883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4490129569875440883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/06/presleys-birthday-party.html' title='Presley&apos;s Birthday Party!'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwyuvRDjLFs/Tej3zo_7ObI/AAAAAAAABPc/6041SEMwkT4/s72-c/DSC_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-7079872768391979072</id><published>2011-05-30T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T07:49:04.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday Presley</title><content type='html'>Today marks the day of one of the best moments of our life. You were born. Presley from the moment we found out I was pregnant with you, we instantly fell in love. On this day- when we met you, we knew we had to do anything and everything in our power to keep you safe. You changed our life in so many ways. It's because of you that our lives changed for the best. Happy birthday baby, you are our angel. We love you so much and can't wait to celebrate each year with you. We wouldn't want to miss a moment of your life and to watch you grow into this incredible person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-orr8FHFRQMs/Tej0OJlTtmI/AAAAAAAABO0/PRhLsVHnSvM/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-orr8FHFRQMs/Tej0OJlTtmI/AAAAAAAABO0/PRhLsVHnSvM/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614005459445069410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-7079872768391979072?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/7079872768391979072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=7079872768391979072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7079872768391979072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7079872768391979072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-3rd-birthday-presley.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday Presley'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-orr8FHFRQMs/Tej0OJlTtmI/AAAAAAAABO0/PRhLsVHnSvM/s72-c/DSC_0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-3538490870249066376</id><published>2011-05-28T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T08:29:07.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fran 2011</title><content type='html'>Every year Wade and I try to take a trip together alone to reconnect and take a break from being " mommy &amp; daddy". Even though we constantly call to check up on the girls and see how they are doing we very much enjoy the "time-off". This year we took our vacation to San Fran and Santa Rosa. We decided to make this our week vacation because our two friends got married out in the wine country and found this to be the perfect opportunity to make this our trip. When Wade and I started dating San Fran was one of our first trips we took and we kind of wanted to reenact it for old times sake. We drove up to San Fran Wednesday and stayed in the city. The following day we drove up to Santa Rosa for wedding festivities and left there Saturday to head back to San Fran until Monday. The trip was amazing but we were ready to come home and see our girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and Artsy town! I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ftA6Yy2o_M/TeETsuOFVvI/AAAAAAAABOQ/kOeIMFvTiC4/s1600/DSC_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ftA6Yy2o_M/TeETsuOFVvI/AAAAAAAABOQ/kOeIMFvTiC4/s320/DSC_0586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611788269722621682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkFsU1Z8kQ4/TeETtQH7gXI/AAAAAAAABOg/CHlQaauj0U0/s1600/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkFsU1Z8kQ4/TeETtQH7gXI/AAAAAAAABOg/CHlQaauj0U0/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611788278823616882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bsBSKIiOcE8/TeETsxWLtiI/AAAAAAAABOY/Z4jDbbnlcy8/s1600/DSC_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bsBSKIiOcE8/TeETsxWLtiI/AAAAAAAABOY/Z4jDbbnlcy8/s320/DSC_0595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611788270561900066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On pier 39..where the homes best clam chowder is at!!!! 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We have a lot of birthday parties to attend throughout the year but it's so fun to watch the kids grow together :). I believe they will all grow up together because me and their moms are still friends throughout all these years...nothing could ever tear us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Christy makes cakes...she made these for her two sons birthday..amazing right? You can follow her on her blog @ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crispyscakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; http://crispyscakes.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's making Presley 3rd birthday cake....so check back in tto see the cake ;) Can't wait to see it! So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNXo_1eBfho/TeEM-l5vmCI/AAAAAAAABNg/qw0wyN9fHjg/s1600/DSC_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNXo_1eBfho/TeEM-l5vmCI/AAAAAAAABNg/qw0wyN9fHjg/s320/DSC_0528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611780880146077730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley and Haley pleasantly eating their pizza. They sure make it look delicious! ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7P9aW7e-J14/TeEMp-2CrTI/AAAAAAAABNY/O1b2HHARzbc/s1600/DSC_0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7P9aW7e-J14/TeEMp-2CrTI/AAAAAAAABNY/O1b2HHARzbc/s320/DSC_0521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611780526064184626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-3713610376628273586?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/3713610376628273586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=3713610376628273586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3713610376628273586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3713610376628273586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/05/birthday-parties.html' title='Birthday Parties'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNXo_1eBfho/TeEM-l5vmCI/AAAAAAAABNg/qw0wyN9fHjg/s72-c/DSC_0528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-7918249654782295061</id><published>2011-05-09T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T07:51:42.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinley 9 month</title><content type='html'>Kinley, you're nine months today. You're getting so big and your starting to do big girl things. Your standing on the furniture and walking around (with support). You have two new little teeth at the bottom of your mouth. Also your sleeping in your crib like a champ! Your personality is starting to shine and really come out. Seeing you grow is amazing and I know Presley enjoys watching these new things your doing. She always gets so excited when you do something new! She screams and claps-it's so sweet how much she loves you.  We all love you little bubba-eech! xoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dP1-5o4lpdc/TeEK95Y1NMI/AAAAAAAABNQ/p6G1kEYFBT0/s1600/DSC_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dP1-5o4lpdc/TeEK95Y1NMI/AAAAAAAABNQ/p6G1kEYFBT0/s320/DSC_0550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611778669173617858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-7918249654782295061?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/7918249654782295061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=7918249654782295061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7918249654782295061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7918249654782295061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/05/kinley-9-month.html' title='Kinley 9 month'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dP1-5o4lpdc/TeEK95Y1NMI/AAAAAAAABNQ/p6G1kEYFBT0/s72-c/DSC_0550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-8381022523790396404</id><published>2011-04-28T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:30:22.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J24G9limI9I/TbkXf4XBNSI/AAAAAAAABMs/HgcJOL1zXV4/s1600/girlsplayingedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J24G9limI9I/TbkXf4XBNSI/AAAAAAAABMs/HgcJOL1zXV4/s320/girlsplayingedit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600533448084239650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-8381022523790396404?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/8381022523790396404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=8381022523790396404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/8381022523790396404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/8381022523790396404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-at-park.html' title='Day at the Park'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J24G9limI9I/TbkXf4XBNSI/AAAAAAAABMs/HgcJOL1zXV4/s72-c/girlsplayingedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-8424279360366567165</id><published>2011-04-27T16:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T16:21:16.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2011</title><content type='html'>The weather could of used a little work but other than that we had a wonderful easter! Presley got to dye easter eggs for her first time this year and it was the year where she actually understood the concept of the "easter bunny" and "egg hunting."  Kinley enjoyed being around everyone and eating her baby puffs ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkJl51OJPWo/TbikxJfm_hI/AAAAAAAABMk/Fneu2FJQZWk/s1600/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkJl51OJPWo/TbikxJfm_hI/AAAAAAAABMk/Fneu2FJQZWk/s320/DSC_0141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600407300904254994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzgGRGK_dR8/TbikwoOC52I/AAAAAAAABMc/ONS3Cq-d6B4/s1600/DSC_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzgGRGK_dR8/TbikwoOC52I/AAAAAAAABMc/ONS3Cq-d6B4/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600407291972216674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jT_Vmcr8e7Q/Tbikwa_ypqI/AAAAAAAABMU/FNKFef6mGL8/s1600/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jT_Vmcr8e7Q/Tbikwa_ypqI/AAAAAAAABMU/FNKFef6mGL8/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600407288422770338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3EwKtFut7k/TbikvwCDn-I/AAAAAAAABMM/Ttg25XOXvpA/s1600/familyeaster2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3EwKtFut7k/TbikvwCDn-I/AAAAAAAABMM/Ttg25XOXvpA/s320/familyeaster2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600407276889546722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-siKx9QuNm8k/TbikvvOUiEI/AAAAAAAABME/TtB0VoJVr84/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-siKx9QuNm8k/TbikvvOUiEI/AAAAAAAABME/TtB0VoJVr84/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600407276672550978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-8424279360366567165?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/8424279360366567165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=8424279360366567165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/8424279360366567165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/8424279360366567165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-2011.html' title='Easter 2011'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkJl51OJPWo/TbikxJfm_hI/AAAAAAAABMk/Fneu2FJQZWk/s72-c/DSC_0141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-6010631012923628476</id><published>2011-04-20T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:53:25.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Bath fun</title><content type='html'>I thought just having one in the bath was work-now there's two! Which calls for double the work but double the fun (I admit that sounded cheesy-oh well it's my life now). Kinley is now sturdy enough to sit all by herself (never unattended) in the bath. Every night we have a "bed time routine" with the girls which includes a bath every night. We actually started it with Presley when she was little and Kinley was just thrown into the mix when she was born. They both love baths, especially when we fill it up with bubbles!! My favorite part is when they get out and I put their baby night time lotion that smells of lavender on them. I can just sit there and smell them all night if I could! Although, I must admit Kinley last few days has been protesting the bath but if I remember correctly Presley went through a similar phase then quickly got over it. Hopefully it ends soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESstlb8kMRA/Ta-3-rEWRjI/AAAAAAAABL0/F7lcIQDBk8w/s1600/girlsinbath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESstlb8kMRA/Ta-3-rEWRjI/AAAAAAAABL0/F7lcIQDBk8w/s320/girlsinbath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597895149185549874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3a4Dsqjjy_I/Ta-3-UAH9yI/AAAAAAAABLs/ngAvRodsI5w/s1600/presleybath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3a4Dsqjjy_I/Ta-3-UAH9yI/AAAAAAAABLs/ngAvRodsI5w/s320/presleybath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597895142993819426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-6010631012923628476?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/6010631012923628476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=6010631012923628476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6010631012923628476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6010631012923628476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/04/bubble-bath-fun.html' title='Bubble Bath fun'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESstlb8kMRA/Ta-3-rEWRjI/AAAAAAAABL0/F7lcIQDBk8w/s72-c/girlsinbath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-2968113693152050269</id><published>2011-04-09T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T15:55:25.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinley 8 month</title><content type='html'>You are officially crawling on all fours AND you're pulling yourself up on the furniture to stand! I remember when Presley met each mile stone when she was a baby like you, but it seems like with you all of these BIG milestones are happening so quickly. You are eating a variety of food now which means that sometimes you are able to eat what we are eating for dinner. I just take whatever I make and blend it up in a food processor so we can all enjoy the same meal together! &lt;br /&gt;As you get older and more mobile you are becoming more indepent. I love watching your personality come out. Watching you explore all the things around you is so cute because your so interested in everything! I also think you're a big daddys girl! Everytime he walks throught he door you stop doing whatever your doing and crawl right to him. He loves it!  You are sweet and give kisses, and dance when you hear music. Your dad and I have noticed that you are a lot like him where you sit back and observe the people around you before you even think of socializing.  You crawl around your sister and watch her play...she can make you laugh all the time! &lt;br /&gt;On another cool note, you are now starting to like being in the stroller and car seat! whoo-hoo! It only took 8 months! hahaha but that's okay because I've enjoyed holding you and cuddling you. You will grow up fast so I'll take the time I have to hold and cuddle you when I can! Love you bubba-eech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQauR1dVlig/TbieFcS7yUI/AAAAAAAABL8/c_8pSBFANuw/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQauR1dVlig/TbieFcS7yUI/AAAAAAAABL8/c_8pSBFANuw/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600399952967354690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-2968113693152050269?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/2968113693152050269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=2968113693152050269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2968113693152050269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2968113693152050269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/04/kinley-8-month.html' title='Kinley 8 month'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQauR1dVlig/TbieFcS7yUI/AAAAAAAABL8/c_8pSBFANuw/s72-c/DSC_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-7958945490654937469</id><published>2011-03-16T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T15:17:05.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Cook in the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>Presley made her first fruit salad today. She was very good at it and it tasted great!&lt;br /&gt;First: It's important to wash each piece of fruit! No harmful pesticides allowed in this kitchen; that's why we buy organic! But we wash just incase there's any dirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urmsAFH1EiM/TYEzpqtmBCI/AAAAAAAABK8/PzRmIadaSZU/s1600/preswashfruit"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urmsAFH1EiM/TYEzpqtmBCI/AAAAAAAABK8/PzRmIadaSZU/s320/preswashfruit" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584801803849303074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: Note: I'm a toddler so my mommy makes me use a plastic knife. That's good thinking! Now, just cut off the green stem from the strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-erXu9Vq0JLE/TYEzqt2__oI/AAAAAAAABLc/RFss6CLtOME/s1600/prescuttingfruit"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-erXu9Vq0JLE/TYEzqt2__oI/AAAAAAAABLc/RFss6CLtOME/s320/prescuttingfruit" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584801821873929858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: Once your done cutting fruit like my strawberries and Kiwi; I'll put them all in my yellow bowl. See....like my smile? I bet you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lKTpXRdkkQ/TYE0ADc81ZI/AAAAAAAABLk/K5ZgpEclNyE/s1600/prescheese"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lKTpXRdkkQ/TYE0ADc81ZI/AAAAAAAABLk/K5ZgpEclNyE/s320/prescheese" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584802188447503762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before the best part begins, mommy works really hard to keep this kitchen clean so before I eat I will wash off my dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3sRtzuuK-QI/TYEzp6vcY-I/AAAAAAAABLE/iNdhPIU2EGI/s1600/preswash"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3sRtzuuK-QI/TYEzp6vcY-I/AAAAAAAABLE/iNdhPIU2EGI/s320/preswash" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584801808152028130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA-DA!!! Here is my first fruit salad!!! I made it all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-369kZ3uGYo0/TYEzp2nZRcI/AAAAAAAABLM/r68gujnpf24/s1600/presfruitsalad"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-369kZ3uGYo0/TYEzp2nZRcI/AAAAAAAABLM/r68gujnpf24/s320/presfruitsalad" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584801807044527554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, best part...I get to eat it! Want a extra added tip? Add the fruit with yogurt it's a great finishing touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OKx0FJK1lzc/TYEzqAUvEHI/AAAAAAAABLU/WYmmJffSdbo/s1600/presfruit"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OKx0FJK1lzc/TYEzqAUvEHI/AAAAAAAABLU/WYmmJffSdbo/s320/presfruit" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584801809650618482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-7958945490654937469?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/7958945490654937469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=7958945490654937469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7958945490654937469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7958945490654937469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-cook-in-kitchen.html' title='Little Cook in the Kitchen'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urmsAFH1EiM/TYEzpqtmBCI/AAAAAAAABK8/PzRmIadaSZU/s72-c/preswashfruit' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-6764838803671011381</id><published>2011-03-15T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T09:01:13.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is a Playdate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uWPY055K4UA/TX-MvL8A3JI/AAAAAAAABK0/p-jXKYJ9dYk/s1600/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uWPY055K4UA/TX-MvL8A3JI/AAAAAAAABK0/p-jXKYJ9dYk/s400/girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584336805248949394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are growing and getting big fast! I can honestly say that Presley and Kinley get along really well. Presley is very sweet and patient with Kinley. I know as they grow-up it won't always be pleasant (I grew-up with two sisters) but I can see some of Presley's characteristic traits that will make her a great big sister. I can tell the way Presley is so gentle with her, that she is going to be very protective about her.&lt;br /&gt; One day we were at the playground and this kid grabbed something out of Kinley's hand and before I could intervene; Presley was already telling that kid her two sense on taking toys from her little sister. She got the toy back and handed it back to Kinley. I will always teach my girls the value of family and sister-hood just like my mother taught me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-6764838803671011381?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/6764838803671011381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=6764838803671011381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6764838803671011381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6764838803671011381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/03/everyday-is-playdate.html' title='Everyday is a Playdate.'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uWPY055K4UA/TX-MvL8A3JI/AAAAAAAABK0/p-jXKYJ9dYk/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-3374527365504935992</id><published>2011-03-14T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T08:48:59.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>I had such an amazing birthday weekend. I spent it with family and friends and they all made it so special. I'm so blessed to be surrounded with such wonderful people. This year was the first time that Wade had the girls make me a card, and wow-I was hit with such emotion after seeing their little hands traced on the card. I know it sounds cheesy but to me; I've waited for these kind of gifts from my girls. I've always thought "Oh, I can't wait until they start making us gifts and cards." I think it was so emotional to me because as I saw those little tiny hand prints I thought to myself how special this will be to me forever. One day their hands won't be this small and they will be grown women. I'm so grateful for another great year and for many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3iYaEeMze_g/TX-ISn7qOwI/AAAAAAAABKs/a1mpK13ypHk/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3iYaEeMze_g/TX-ISn7qOwI/AAAAAAAABKs/a1mpK13ypHk/s400/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584331916500941570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-3374527365504935992?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/3374527365504935992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=3374527365504935992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3374527365504935992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3374527365504935992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3iYaEeMze_g/TX-ISn7qOwI/AAAAAAAABKs/a1mpK13ypHk/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-6743537702423382116</id><published>2011-03-09T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:47:38.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinley 7 month</title><content type='html'>It's March 9Th little bug and you are now 7 months old. Not only has your eating improved (your not messy anymore) but you've mastered the fine art of "scooting". You are now moving freely across a room when you see a toy that catches your attention. On another note, Presley is not happy with a new development you acquired. She used to be able to get away with taking a toy from you without even a whimper or notice of what just happened but now that your aware of things anytime she takes a toy you scream your little head off until she gives it back. I better get used to this because it's just the beginning. You are making more sounds and more curious about the world around you. Also you just started to learn to use a "sippy cup". It's so cute to watch you try to use it. You just want to explore everything. I'm so happy to have you both in my life. Love you chee-chin (by the way that nickname will be yours forever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ei2UKA5d8rU/TXnDh2FaxDI/AAAAAAAABKk/YY3betzpMrc/s1600/2011%2Bwinter%2BNikon%2BCamera%2B264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ei2UKA5d8rU/TXnDh2FaxDI/AAAAAAAABKk/YY3betzpMrc/s400/2011%2Bwinter%2BNikon%2BCamera%2B264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582708199323780146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-6743537702423382116?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/6743537702423382116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=6743537702423382116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6743537702423382116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6743537702423382116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/03/kinley-7-month.html' title='Kinley 7 month'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ei2UKA5d8rU/TXnDh2FaxDI/AAAAAAAABKk/YY3betzpMrc/s72-c/2011%2Bwinter%2BNikon%2BCamera%2B264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-6491612971149665495</id><published>2011-03-02T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:09:51.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Shopping Just became FUN!!!</title><content type='html'>It's official Kinley has now graduated from the baby sling! She is now strong enough and big enough to sit like her big sister in the grocery cart. By the smile on her face (so big that you can even see it behind her little "binky") she loved it! Presley was showing her the ropes in what sitting in the cart means...like helping mommy put the groceries in the cart and later helping mommy put them on the cashier band to pay for it. It was cute. I can't wait for more new moments like these:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3vYbE-v8dEk/TW87yGgWySI/AAAAAAAABKc/fLJZyRJa9qM/s1600/pk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3vYbE-v8dEk/TW87yGgWySI/AAAAAAAABKc/fLJZyRJa9qM/s400/pk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579744195261155618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-6491612971149665495?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/6491612971149665495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=6491612971149665495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6491612971149665495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6491612971149665495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/03/grocery-shopping-just-became-fun.html' title='Grocery Shopping Just became FUN!!!'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3vYbE-v8dEk/TW87yGgWySI/AAAAAAAABKc/fLJZyRJa9qM/s72-c/pk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-1522464622586985219</id><published>2011-02-10T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T22:18:04.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"A sister is little bit of childhood that can never be lost"&lt;/span&gt;. ~Marion C. Garretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TVTUVC-iAhI/AAAAAAAABKU/VJJizaaF3So/s1600/slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TVTUVC-iAhI/AAAAAAAABKU/VJJizaaF3So/s400/slide.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572312097005634066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley and Kinley going down the slide together for the first time! I can't wait to watch these two grow into best friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-1522464622586985219?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/1522464622586985219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=1522464622586985219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1522464622586985219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1522464622586985219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/02/sister-is-little-bit-of-childhood-that.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TVTUVC-iAhI/AAAAAAAABKU/VJJizaaF3So/s72-c/slide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-5424206038078532673</id><published>2011-02-09T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T22:09:38.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinley 6 month</title><content type='html'>Today Kinley you are 6 months! You have been in this world for half a year now. It's amazing how fast time is flying. On another note you are now eating more than just rice cereal. You have been trying all sorts of mixed veggies and fruits and you're loving every bite of it!The first time you were eating your veggies your sister Presley kept asking to have a bite, I told her that it was "baby" food and that she may not like it but she insisted that she tried it, so I let her have a spoonful (she can't say I didn't warn her) her face cringed and she spit it out. Ever since she's never asked for a bite again and actually she makes sure to announce that it's "Baby Kinleys food!" when she sees me making it. You are sitting on your own and trying so hard to crawl. I know it's going to be anytime now that you just start crawling. You are still constantly watching your sister play and now you both are always making each other laugh. I hope that you two become best friends, because there is no other greater friendship than to have one with your sister. Trust me, I know because my two best friends are your aunties :) Love you peanut!&lt;br /&gt;This is you trying your new food...trying to feed yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLVD5kY7Cf8/TVTNrqbMxyI/AAAAAAAABKM/hBjFN78EYnk/s1600/feedingself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLVD5kY7Cf8/TVTNrqbMxyI/AAAAAAAABKM/hBjFN78EYnk/s400/feedingself.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572304788970587938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this the morning of your 6 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TVTNrfn1ymI/AAAAAAAABKE/jJP84V-Imoo/s1600/6month.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TVTNrfn1ymI/AAAAAAAABKE/jJP84V-Imoo/s400/6month.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572304786070817378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had your 6 month doctors appointment and you weighed 15.8lbs and 25 inches long. Your doctor said you were in the 40th percentile in height and weight but funny thing is your head circumference is the 70th percentile hahahaha...you just have big brains!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-5424206038078532673?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/5424206038078532673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=5424206038078532673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5424206038078532673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5424206038078532673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/02/kinley-6-month.html' title='Kinley 6 month'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLVD5kY7Cf8/TVTNrqbMxyI/AAAAAAAABKM/hBjFN78EYnk/s72-c/feedingself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-7613426740792233768</id><published>2011-02-02T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:16:57.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Routine Night #2</title><content type='html'>Well this time it didn't go so well, Presley decided she wanted to fight sleep for over an hour...and once I thought she was asleep, I tried to go out in style by crawling very quietly out the door and that when she jerked up from her bed and screamed!!! Which woke Kinley up and left me so frustrated...as I tried to keep my cool, I told Presley enough is enough and I grabbed Kinley to hopefully get her back to sleep in my room and I walked out of the room. Presley had a serious melt down, she screamed for me to come back in but I couldn't go back after all I did tell her that I was going to get out if she wasn't going to go to sleep. I had to stick to my word. As I laid in my bed feeling bad that I can hear her crying in the other room (luckily got K back to sleep), I noticed it got quite. I thought to myself okay that wasn't too bad, she cried for about five minutes top and she got herself to sleep. I got up from my bed to check on the monkey to make sure she was all tucked in nice and warm, when I realized Wade snuck into her room and laid with her to go to bed!!! Well I could of done that myself! ugh...oh well onto night #3. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-7613426740792233768?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/7613426740792233768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=7613426740792233768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7613426740792233768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7613426740792233768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/02/sleep-routine-night-2.html' title='Sleep Routine Night #2'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-7622285248655540560</id><published>2011-02-01T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:18:00.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep routine Night #1</title><content type='html'>Now that Kinley is 6 months I feel like it's time to really start bedtime routines. I've started by making sure that every night both girls get a bath at 7pm...once bath time is done, I put there lotion and little pj's on. Presley will go and pick out a few books for me to read. Kinley is also at the age where she is really enjoying looking at the pictures and listening to me talk so reading for her is also fun. Now my main goal is to get both girls to sleep in their rooms in their own beds (queen size bed is not enough room for 4 people). Last night was a success, both girls slept in their rooms. I sat in between their beds (on the floor)as they fell asleep. Presley woke up twice early am but hopefully we can get that into control and as for Kinley she slept in her crib for 3 hours and woke up wanting to feed (which I expect because breast milk digest a lot quicker). I hope as the days go on with this same routine, it gets better. Cuddling with my husband again sounds nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-7622285248655540560?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/7622285248655540560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=7622285248655540560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7622285248655540560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7622285248655540560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/01/sleep-routine-day-1.html' title='Sleep routine Night #1'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-1528629525264970870</id><published>2011-01-14T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T20:32:12.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearls and Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TTEijg1wFJI/AAAAAAAABI8/zyi64nEKwzk/s1600/girls%2Bphoto%2Bshoot12010%2B088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TTEijg1wFJI/AAAAAAAABI8/zyi64nEKwzk/s400/girls%2Bphoto%2Bshoot12010%2B088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562265008285422738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TTEijSZGRlI/AAAAAAAABI0/tn5acNLeCfs/s1600/girls%2Bphoto%2Bshoot12010%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TTEijSZGRlI/AAAAAAAABI0/tn5acNLeCfs/s400/girls%2Bphoto%2Bshoot12010%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562265004407146066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-1528629525264970870?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/1528629525264970870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=1528629525264970870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1528629525264970870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1528629525264970870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/01/pearls-and-smiles.html' title='Pearls and Smiles'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TTEijg1wFJI/AAAAAAAABI8/zyi64nEKwzk/s72-c/girls%2Bphoto%2Bshoot12010%2B088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-3696311695499368276</id><published>2011-01-14T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:21:59.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Advice #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Family will all appreciate being at home a lot more if something besides cleanup detail and logistical take place there."-W.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I'm very guilty of not following this theory. Not because I don't agree with it but because I have a disorder called O.C.D. Not a Dr diagnosis, I pretty much self diagnosed it for myself. Why else would I think sweeping and mopping everyday is a must? or why the girls toys need to be put away in appropriate bins of "like toys"? The list could go on, but I won't further exploit myself. Anyway, since having children I've learned to let go of certain habits. I still have some way to go, but I'm really making a mindful effort to not pick up the toys off the floor every minute. Each day I wake up I say to myself "time for coffee..woo-hoo...and sit down and play with girls and really have conversations with Presley." I honestly do that. I have too. It's been great spending these quality moments with my girls and not worrying what's getting messy, I've really been able to see small details in their personalities. I love just listening to the funny/Witty stuff my two year old has to say.&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me "your children won't remember how "clean" their house was growing up, but they will remember you sitting down and taking the time to play with them." Best advice anyone has ever given me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-3696311695499368276?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/3696311695499368276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=3696311695499368276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3696311695499368276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3696311695499368276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/01/words-of-advice-2.html' title='Words of Advice #2'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-3254068305990192535</id><published>2011-01-14T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:57:13.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Cook in the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TTAPwIl2hqI/AAAAAAAABIU/bxaB8TcJ1Rs/s1600/blackwhiteart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TTAPwIl2hqI/AAAAAAAABIU/bxaB8TcJ1Rs/s400/blackwhiteart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561962859416946338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley baking me some cookies in her new kitchen that Santa brought for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-3254068305990192535?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/3254068305990192535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=3254068305990192535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3254068305990192535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3254068305990192535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-cook-in-kitchen.html' title='Little Cook in the Kitchen'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TTAPwIl2hqI/AAAAAAAABIU/bxaB8TcJ1Rs/s72-c/blackwhiteart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-2077183064721840775</id><published>2011-01-12T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:08:55.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Advice #1</title><content type='html'>I'm reading this book called "The Blessing of A Skinned Knee"- Wendy Mogal, Ph.D. &lt;br /&gt;Now, the author is a child psychiatrist and she discusses the "Do, and Don't s" of parenting. She gives her expert advice on every parents struggles with their children. She relates a lot to the old testament, but if you're not a religious person you can still take the advice on how she approaches discipline styles and praises. As I read, I will share some of the things she says because either I completely agree with it or I may not agree and will want some other of your opinions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"If you don't keep your word, your children will cease to take you seriously. One small crack in the wall of your resolve and they'll be all over you like a road crew w/ a truckful of dynamite." -&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wendy Mogel, P&lt;/span&gt;h.&lt;/span&gt;D.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say to this is AMEN!! I couldn't agree more with this. I'm a true believer in staying consistent with your children. If you say one thing, you better follow through with it because if you don't they will eat you alive and not take anything you say seriously. Parenting isn't supposed to be easy, in fact it's extremely difficult, it consist of hard work and will power. These "little humans" are smart and will catch any little slip-up. What we do and teach them now as parents, will shape them for better and more rounded adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TS40YyoQ2YI/AAAAAAAABH0/DDTdpSZAvkk/s1600/95-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TS40YyoQ2YI/AAAAAAAABH0/DDTdpSZAvkk/s400/95-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561440190361295234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-2077183064721840775?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/2077183064721840775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=2077183064721840775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2077183064721840775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2077183064721840775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/01/words-of-advice-1.html' title='Words of Advice #1'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TS40YyoQ2YI/AAAAAAAABH0/DDTdpSZAvkk/s72-c/95-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-2707012553624837293</id><published>2011-01-09T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:55:26.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinley 5 months</title><content type='html'>You are loving the rice cereal! You cry whenever your serving is done haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TTAOiXqWwLI/AAAAAAAABIM/pDOREGMXR-k/s1600/holidaynewcamera2010%2B370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TTAOiXqWwLI/AAAAAAAABIM/pDOREGMXR-k/s400/holidaynewcamera2010%2B370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561961523432571058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley taking her "big sister" duties very seriously. She enjoys helping mommy feed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TTAOiDurvPI/AAAAAAAABIE/Vf19YCrNygg/s1600/holidaynewcamera2010%2B369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TTAOiDurvPI/AAAAAAAABIE/Vf19YCrNygg/s400/holidaynewcamera2010%2B369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561961518082014450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You started rice cereal today Kk. I remember starting rice cereal with your older sister and I just can't believe that I'm at this stage with you now. Next month you will be trying stage 1 foods and I can't wait to start my routine in making my own baby food again. You are trying to crawl so bad right now, but it looks like your swimming in place haha. You will be crawling in no time, this will make mommy proud but very sad at the same time. Your sitting is becoming much stronger but you still tend to tip over after a little (which by the way Presley thinks it's hilarious). Your really starting to look like your own little person and I just love it. Happy 5 month my love. Love you very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-2707012553624837293?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/2707012553624837293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=2707012553624837293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2707012553624837293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2707012553624837293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/01/kinley-5-months.html' title='Kinley 5 months'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TTAOiXqWwLI/AAAAAAAABIM/pDOREGMXR-k/s72-c/holidaynewcamera2010%2B370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-653112614576270391</id><published>2011-01-07T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:15:52.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>The good old holidays, they are exhausting but fun! It was so nice because this was Kinley's first Christmas and it was also Presley first visit (hopefully last) to the Urgent care. We had a little accident on the stairs at "mimi &amp; papas" house. It was nap time and well Presley had an opinion of her own, which led to throwing herself into a full blown tantrum whiiiillleee I was holding Kinley in my arms. As she was throwing her self down and I was holding her by her hand (so she didn't fall down the stairs) she dislocated her elbow. So, between her dead weight and my pulling her arm to lift her up so she didn't fall, the outcome was "Nurse-Maid Elbow". Yes, it's so common that there is a name for it, and it's very common in 2-3 year old now imagine that?! geeee, I wonder why? Anyway, the doctor popped it back into place like a true master and that was the end of her pain. Presley went into the urgent care crying and in pain and walked out with a smile and trying to grab some candy (With the "hurt" arm) on her way out. You have to love 2 year old. It was so wonderful having everyone together this holiday and the girls got soooo much stuff. Which here is a mommy tip: I put some of the toys Presley got away in my closet and will bring them out on a rainy "in-house" day. If I gave them all to her at once, she would never appreciate each thing and also because my house at the moment already looks like a kid store I didn't want to add to the mess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve cousin Picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgZzOaIvnI/AAAAAAAABHs/MD_OqMC10ec/s1600/DSC_0281%2B%2528Modified%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgZzOaIvnI/AAAAAAAABHs/MD_OqMC10ec/s400/DSC_0281%2B%2528Modified%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559722107820621426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls in their matching pj's Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgZy581h9I/AAAAAAAABHk/U-j6TxMkdNk/s1600/DSC_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgZy581h9I/AAAAAAAABHk/U-j6TxMkdNk/s400/DSC_0368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559722102329018322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-653112614576270391?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/653112614576270391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=653112614576270391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/653112614576270391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/653112614576270391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgZzOaIvnI/AAAAAAAABHs/MD_OqMC10ec/s72-c/DSC_0281%2B%2528Modified%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-6937302653133575259</id><published>2010-12-28T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:02:55.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New found Love</title><content type='html'>I'm loving my new Nikon camera! Of course my subjects are the cutest little models ever but it's nice to have a new hobby that makes me feel creative again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TRqycfncNhI/AAAAAAAABG0/F-JVUhrNFMs/s1600/CSC_0411%2B%2528Modified%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TRqycfncNhI/AAAAAAAABG0/F-JVUhrNFMs/s400/CSC_0411%2B%2528Modified%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555949292907935250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TRqycJ7wCYI/AAAAAAAABGs/CA08uxdUdLs/s1600/DSC_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TRqycJ7wCYI/AAAAAAAABGs/CA08uxdUdLs/s400/DSC_0343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555949287087540610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-6937302653133575259?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/6937302653133575259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=6937302653133575259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6937302653133575259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6937302653133575259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-found-love.html' title='New found Love'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TRqycfncNhI/AAAAAAAABG0/F-JVUhrNFMs/s72-c/CSC_0411%2B%2528Modified%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-5221557600554718643</id><published>2010-12-17T01:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T01:30:40.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Santa 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TQstYheyy1I/AAAAAAAABGY/C08lBdHCoiQ/s1600/164380_490362749880_642309880_5426898_3008601_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TQstYheyy1I/AAAAAAAABGY/C08lBdHCoiQ/s400/164380_490362749880_642309880_5426898_3008601_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551580864991906642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls meeting Santa for the first time :) By the look of Kinley we all may need to be cradled by Santa..she looks so sound asleep and comfy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-5221557600554718643?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/5221557600554718643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=5221557600554718643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5221557600554718643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5221557600554718643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/12/meeting-santa-2010.html' title='Meeting Santa 2010'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TQstYheyy1I/AAAAAAAABGY/C08lBdHCoiQ/s72-c/164380_490362749880_642309880_5426898_3008601_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-4286950856115084034</id><published>2010-12-17T01:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T01:27:55.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 &amp; Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TQstCOtb2JI/AAAAAAAABGQ/hc0LBTnsqz0/s1600/166294_490626274880_642309880_5429961_5764483_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TQstCOtb2JI/AAAAAAAABGQ/hc0LBTnsqz0/s400/166294_490626274880_642309880_5429961_5764483_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551580481995921554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-4286950856115084034?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/4286950856115084034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=4286950856115084034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4286950856115084034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4286950856115084034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-motherhood.html' title='2010 &amp; Motherhood'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TQstCOtb2JI/AAAAAAAABGQ/hc0LBTnsqz0/s72-c/166294_490626274880_642309880_5429961_5764483_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-4801145682535990609</id><published>2010-12-09T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:52:18.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinley 4 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TQsudK7_vwI/AAAAAAAABGg/2F7_Mep6B7M/s1600/newcamera2%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TQsudK7_vwI/AAAAAAAABGg/2F7_Mep6B7M/s400/newcamera2%2B006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551582044351348482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe your 4 months already, it seems like yesterday that I was allowed to finally bring you home from the hospital. You are growing quickly, you're starting to grab for things that are in front of you. You love chewing on your little fingers too. The drooling is still a little intense and you have about 3 wardrobe changes a day (but that's okay because you have a lot of cute clothes that need a turn). Your laugh is actually a laugh now, it's so sweet and girly. You can sit up (with a little help) so well, and you can hold up your head great. You love watching your sister play and you laugh so hard whenever she kicks a ball around. Presley likes making you laugh. She also likes it when you wake up in the morning, she will often greet you by saying in a very loud tone "Baby easter awake!!!". You usually get startled at first, but the moment you see her face you give her the biggest smile. We love you "chee-chin" (thank your sister for that name when you get older because we're sticking with it). XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-4801145682535990609?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/4801145682535990609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=4801145682535990609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4801145682535990609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4801145682535990609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/12/kinley-4-months.html' title='Kinley 4 Months'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TQsudK7_vwI/AAAAAAAABGg/2F7_Mep6B7M/s72-c/newcamera2%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-4283113356943030791</id><published>2010-12-07T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:40:28.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey sticks and Pucks</title><content type='html'>Wade took Presley to her first hockey game at age 2. He really wanted to spend some quality time with her since it's been a little crazy around here with a new baby. I love watching them have moments like these...to witness a father and daughters bond grow to something so special. I really didn't get to have that growing up, seeing that my mother played both mother and father roles in our home (but that's for some other time). Anyway, they went to the hockey game and sat three rows up from the ice!! Talk about great seats! Wade said they had a blast and that she did really good at sitting watching the game (nothing like some good kettle corn to keep her busy &amp; still). Of course me being obsessed with pictures and documenting every little thing our girls do, I had him take the camera. I honestly thought the only picture I was going to get was of them leaving, maybe of her in the car seat passed out because lets be honest, most men aren't about carrying a camera around especially at a sporting event unless they're getting paid to do so, right? When he got home and showed me these FANTASTIC pictures I was so beside myself happy! I was so proud of him. Now, she will have these pictures with her forever and maybe one day even use them in a slide show when she gets married or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have their "hockey" faces on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgRakN6EZI/AAAAAAAABHc/9WAevfaBvVw/s1600/DSC_0050-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgRakN6EZI/AAAAAAAABHc/9WAevfaBvVw/s400/DSC_0050-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559712888085156242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for game time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgRacSd05I/AAAAAAAABHU/IQCOzRMFGWU/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgRacSd05I/AAAAAAAABHU/IQCOzRMFGWU/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559712885956793234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's prepared and showing some team spirit! GO DUCKS! (too bad ducks weren't even playing, this is manipulation from here father who is a ducks fan...leave it to him to get her a ducks puck at a King game!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgQGLSnCEI/AAAAAAAABHM/8uRIB5MfnTg/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgQGLSnCEI/AAAAAAAABHM/8uRIB5MfnTg/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559711438284982338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wade and Presley so close to the ice they can pretty much see the sweat on the players faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgPmjDOrmI/AAAAAAAABHE/z9d60eRLba4/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgPmjDOrmI/AAAAAAAABHE/z9d60eRLba4/s400/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559710894907108962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go ducks!!....oh wait, they're not even playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgPmCXjuoI/AAAAAAAABG8/IQq1PewkItg/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgPmCXjuoI/AAAAAAAABG8/IQq1PewkItg/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559710886134004354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-4283113356943030791?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/4283113356943030791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=4283113356943030791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4283113356943030791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4283113356943030791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/12/hockey-sticks-and-pucks.html' title='Hockey sticks and Pucks'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TSgRakN6EZI/AAAAAAAABHc/9WAevfaBvVw/s72-c/DSC_0050-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-7228735718650280539</id><published>2010-12-06T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T00:05:28.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful ladies</title><content type='html'>Sisters....I adore them! Presley is adjusting to being a big sister really well. She is taking her "duty" very seriously. She's really gentle with Kinley and every morning she tells her "good morning little eastterrr (aka sister)." Presley loves sitting next to her and making her laugh. Though she is a fabulous big sister, Presley has her days when she feels like "fighting' for my attention. Last thing I would ever want her to feel is rejected, so having some quality time with just the two of us is a huge priority for me. Sometimes it's as simple as going to the store together while Kinley stays at home with Wade, but other times it's me putting Kinley down for a nap and letting Presley take hers later than usual (which usually means a later bedtime) but that's okay with me because I know how happy that makes her and these are times that she will remember. I love being able to talk to Presley and just hearing and seeing her personality come out. I can't wait until KK is able to join and play house,dolls, and soccer with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TP3nUGbQugI/AAAAAAAABGI/ysgldd96PrU/s1600/new%2Bcamera%2Bpics%2B321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TP3nUGbQugI/AAAAAAAABGI/ysgldd96PrU/s400/new%2Bcamera%2Bpics%2B321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547844648498674178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-7228735718650280539?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/7228735718650280539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=7228735718650280539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7228735718650280539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7228735718650280539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/12/beautiful-ladies.html' title='Beautiful ladies'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TP3nUGbQugI/AAAAAAAABGI/ysgldd96PrU/s72-c/new%2Bcamera%2Bpics%2B321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-11463046885601448</id><published>2010-12-02T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:03:11.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Fun!</title><content type='html'>I got a new camera and I've been playing around with it with my two favorite little models. I still have a lot to learn about the "coloring" of pictures but these are two that I played around with. I can't wait to start learning photo shop, I think I'll take a class on it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TPdb9vPn8gI/AAAAAAAABGA/N3BCHViqoQY/s1600/DSC_0075%2B%2528Modified%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TPdb9vPn8gI/AAAAAAAABGA/N3BCHViqoQY/s400/DSC_0075%2B%2528Modified%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546002582342201858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TPdakzP0kAI/AAAAAAAABF4/Up9dnuLvDHg/s1600/DSC_0092%2B%2528Modified%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TPdakzP0kAI/AAAAAAAABF4/Up9dnuLvDHg/s400/DSC_0092%2B%2528Modified%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546001054408413186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-11463046885601448?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/11463046885601448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=11463046885601448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/11463046885601448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/11463046885601448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/12/photo-fun.html' title='Photo Fun!'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TPdb9vPn8gI/AAAAAAAABGA/N3BCHViqoQY/s72-c/DSC_0075%2B%2528Modified%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-1613012820030413285</id><published>2010-11-30T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:26:46.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>With Wade joining a men's league for ice hockey (I fear for him), he thought it be a good idea to have some practice rounds around the rink. We took both girls with us and thought Presley would like to try it for her first time. We got her skates, which u can see by the picture how small they are by comparison to Wades skate. So cute! Her godfather Eric put on her skates (he played ice hockey in college) and she balanced on them as if she was born with them on! Wade and Eric took her out onto the ice and with a little help between the both of them she lOVED it! Even though watching Eric and Wade taking her around looked like it would be an episode from "Modern Family" (gay guys with a baby)hahaha, Presley had a blast! She went around so many times until her little legs couldn't possibly go anymore. It was a great first experience and I think she will enjoy going again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TPUxJy7KT9I/AAAAAAAABFw/nT5-lhW9Se4/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TPUxJy7KT9I/AAAAAAAABFw/nT5-lhW9Se4/s400/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545392560535130066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TPUxJkbNnpI/AAAAAAAABFo/9z9wLF7EY9o/s1600/DSC_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TPUxJkbNnpI/AAAAAAAABFo/9z9wLF7EY9o/s400/DSC_0134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545392556643032722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-1613012820030413285?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/1613012820030413285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=1613012820030413285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1613012820030413285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/1613012820030413285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/11/ice-skating.html' title='Ice Skating'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TPUxJy7KT9I/AAAAAAAABFw/nT5-lhW9Se4/s72-c/DSC_0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-4536582664336532037</id><published>2010-11-23T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:12:33.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinley 3 months Milestones...</title><content type='html'>Kinley AKA "Cheee-chin" (Presley nickname for her) is talking or "cooing" a lot more. She is awake a lot longer and always watching people and her big sister play. There has been a few times where she has laughed out-loud and has scared herself! I love the way she focuses on everything in front of her now, she stares with such intensity and is even trying to grab for things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always ask me if P &amp; K are different as babies...well yes they are VERY different..I mean they are two totally different human beings so why wouldn't they be? Anyway Presley was not much of a sleeper when she was a baby and well Kinley is. Presley used to wake up every 2-3 hours until she was probably 1 years old and she was a night owl on top of it. Kinley on the other hand sleeps through the night and she has ever since she was 9 weeks old. Kinley is awake more during the day than Presley used to be, which might be the reason why K sleeps all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is Presley LOOOVVEED her car seat...I even remember her wanting to sleep in it at home! But Kinley...oh man she HATES it. The moment you put her in it..she screams until I get on the freeway and she will finally fall asleep. I'll even take the freeway to the grocery store down the street so I can avoid a Kinley melt down! Presley loved to be held faced towards my chest..she loved to sleep and snuggle like that all the time. Kinley likes to be faced outward and is more independent on the snuggling part. I think she just likes to sit back and watch people. But one thing they do have in common is their love for mommy!:) I look forward to finding out more of their differences once K is a little older and is able to express her personality a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TOzI4kTOaJI/AAAAAAAABFg/gqURR-34tWw/s1600/menadgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TOzI4kTOaJI/AAAAAAAABFg/gqURR-34tWw/s400/menadgirls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543026115528779922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-4536582664336532037?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/4536582664336532037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=4536582664336532037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4536582664336532037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4536582664336532037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/11/kinley-3-months-milestones.html' title='Kinley 3 months Milestones...'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TOzI4kTOaJI/AAAAAAAABFg/gqURR-34tWw/s72-c/menadgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-6318069622770812465</id><published>2010-11-23T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:46:55.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time Wednesdays</title><content type='html'>The local library by our house does this "Munchkin Story-time" on Wednesdays for free. The librarian reads about 3-4 short stories and they sing songs, dance and do crafts towards the end. It wasn't until recently that Presley actually took an interest in story time because before she wouldn't even sit through one story. Now she sits and is really involved with the rest of the kids. I just love Wednesdays because I just strap Kinley into the backpack, grab my coffee, and we all walk to the park to play and end the day before lunch with story time :)Plus Presley is very tired by the time we get home so nap time is almost always voluntary on her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley sitting like a good girl ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TOzCqtyGbMI/AAAAAAAABFY/ktS9tMvLRrM/s1600/storytime-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TOzCqtyGbMI/AAAAAAAABFY/ktS9tMvLRrM/s400/storytime-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543019280486264002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to be like the teacher and grab her own book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TOzCqdA5OzI/AAAAAAAABFQ/nDwCh2p6HCI/s1600/storytime1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TOzCqdA5OzI/AAAAAAAABFQ/nDwCh2p6HCI/s400/storytime1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543019275984911154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-6318069622770812465?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/6318069622770812465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=6318069622770812465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6318069622770812465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6318069622770812465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/11/story-time-wednesdays.html' title='Story Time Wednesdays'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TOzCqtyGbMI/AAAAAAAABFY/ktS9tMvLRrM/s72-c/storytime-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-5482626162724898665</id><published>2010-11-17T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:52:40.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Ladies</title><content type='html'>With two around,and not enough hours in a day life gets a bit chaotic! I try to stay on top of things like laundry,dishes,clean house,etc but I find myself never being able to catch up. Sure, I could totally focus on cleaning all day but whats the point when it will only stay clean for 10 min?! Anyway I would rather be going to the park with them and doing fun stuff than worrying about my house. I can't believe Presley is 2.5 yrs old and Kinley is 3 months! Time is flying....I would love to continue with this but Kinley just woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TOQHlYtzqZI/AAAAAAAABEk/5dqzQ-C0U5Q/s1600/presandkeekin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TOQHlYtzqZI/AAAAAAAABEk/5dqzQ-C0U5Q/s400/presandkeekin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540561780443687314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-5482626162724898665?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/5482626162724898665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=5482626162724898665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5482626162724898665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5482626162724898665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-ladies.html' title='Little Ladies'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TOQHlYtzqZI/AAAAAAAABEk/5dqzQ-C0U5Q/s72-c/presandkeekin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-4408459665716311912</id><published>2010-11-09T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:27:30.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinley 3 months</title><content type='html'>3 months?!?!..two words for you Kinley..SLOW DOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TOy9_Ou6qnI/AAAAAAAABEw/4YMgZXcFkA0/s1600/IMAG0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TOy9_Ou6qnI/AAAAAAAABEw/4YMgZXcFkA0/s400/IMAG0192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543014135370525298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-4408459665716311912?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/4408459665716311912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=4408459665716311912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4408459665716311912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4408459665716311912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/11/kinley-3-months.html' title='Kinley 3 months'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TOy9_Ou6qnI/AAAAAAAABEw/4YMgZXcFkA0/s72-c/IMAG0192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-5693941886881421618</id><published>2010-11-03T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T08:18:14.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My girl</title><content type='html'>Love this picture because this is how we always are. I love how it captured our smiling faces because one of us is always doing something to make the other laugh or smile. I was trying to take a picture of her painted face with my phone to send it to her dad but then my phone died! Darn. At least he was able to see the pictures from the digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNF8VcHePuI/AAAAAAAABEc/EKhjJx0FwMA/s1600/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNF8VcHePuI/AAAAAAAABEc/EKhjJx0FwMA/s400/laugh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535342124781682402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-5693941886881421618?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/5693941886881421618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=5693941886881421618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5693941886881421618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5693941886881421618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/11/me-and-my-girl.html' title='Me and My girl'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNF8VcHePuI/AAAAAAAABEc/EKhjJx0FwMA/s72-c/laugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-6023068777805774640</id><published>2010-10-31T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:13:49.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>This was a special Halloween for a couple of reason first being that it was Kinley first Halloween and second Wade and I started a tradition where one of us each year will dress as a character. This year it was my turn and I dressed up as Jessie. It was so cute to see Presley's reaction she had the biggest smile on her face and wouldn't let go of "Jessie". It got hot wearing that big head and layers of clothing but it was worth it! Kinley was a flower and had the costume on for about a whole 5 minutes until she got hot and demanded to be out of it. Presley was originally supposed to be snow white but seeing she wore that costume all week before Halloween she decided that Cinderella would be the best thing to wear that night. It was yet another fun and great time with family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me as Jessie and trick or treating with Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDs-nUObNI/AAAAAAAABEU/ykNbZjydKGU/s1600/coool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDs-nUObNI/AAAAAAAABEU/ykNbZjydKGU/s400/coool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535184502488198354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kids and Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDs-miSvaI/AAAAAAAABEM/VlUAwdgzoNc/s1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDs-miSvaI/AAAAAAAABEM/VlUAwdgzoNc/s400/kids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535184502278765986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little flower Kinley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDs-VXm9sI/AAAAAAAABEE/iYbgrgPbrV8/s1600/kin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDs-VXm9sI/AAAAAAAABEE/iYbgrgPbrV8/s400/kin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535184497670551234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDs-MNiPNI/AAAAAAAABD8/tvPGhB88WBc/s1600/cinderalla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDs-MNiPNI/AAAAAAAABD8/tvPGhB88WBc/s400/cinderalla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535184495212379346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-6023068777805774640?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/6023068777805774640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=6023068777805774640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6023068777805774640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6023068777805774640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDs-nUObNI/AAAAAAAABEU/ykNbZjydKGU/s72-c/coool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-2173352605782487399</id><published>2010-10-30T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:58:56.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irvine Park Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>My sister invited us to go to the Irvine Pumpkin Patch with her. It was her birthday and she wanted to spend the day with her nieces. If you haven't been to that pumpkin patch I highly recommend it! There is so much to do and it's super kid friendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley picking a pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDrFalbh7I/AAAAAAAABD0/FXnDbVVmSWw/s1600/pres1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDrFalbh7I/AAAAAAAABD0/FXnDbVVmSWw/s400/pres1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535182420306528178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls Day for sister bday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDrEznxh1I/AAAAAAAABDs/Kw4hskqIbtE/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDrEznxh1I/AAAAAAAABDs/Kw4hskqIbtE/s400/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535182409847375698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her First Face Paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDrEiHao9I/AAAAAAAABDk/LXHg1EPAZ8k/s1600/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDrEiHao9I/AAAAAAAABDk/LXHg1EPAZ8k/s400/cute.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535182405148255186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat so good for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDrEldsiCI/AAAAAAAABDc/4U9tlWG3BqI/s1600/pretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDrEldsiCI/AAAAAAAABDc/4U9tlWG3BqI/s400/pretty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535182406047008802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first Cotton Candy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDrESm307I/AAAAAAAABDU/v7BJ3xtfOl0/s1600/prescotton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDrESm307I/AAAAAAAABDU/v7BJ3xtfOl0/s400/prescotton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535182400985224114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-2173352605782487399?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/2173352605782487399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=2173352605782487399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2173352605782487399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/2173352605782487399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/10/irvine-park-pumpkin-patch.html' title='Irvine Park Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TNDrFalbh7I/AAAAAAAABD0/FXnDbVVmSWw/s72-c/pres1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-6554138354868700886</id><published>2010-10-28T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:39:23.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber Bear</title><content type='html'>Best $30 I've ever spent on a darn stuffed animal! I'm not sure why it took so long for me to hear about this (Presley definitely could of used it!) but thanks to our friend Mandi who told us about it, we are now having interrupted naps and sleeping through the night! Mandi's son has a giraffe version of the slumber bear but if your wondering what I'm ranting about, it's a bear that has a little microphone thing inside and you can record your own voice for the baby to hear OR you can choose from different sounds like white noise, womb, heart beat and a lullaby's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it mainly for Kinley, thinking Presley was to old to be fooled by the "womb" sound but to my surprise they both fell asleep to it for nap time! The best part is they both slept for 3 hours even when the neighborhood kids were playing right outside the window. I love this bear..this bear will be going everywhere I go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get on my knees and bow to this thing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TMprz9-QV1I/AAAAAAAABDM/AUJprACnhow/s1600/presandkin+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TMprz9-QV1I/AAAAAAAABDM/AUJprACnhow/s400/presandkin+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533353632731256658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it does this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TMprzlmygTI/AAAAAAAABDE/ycEoHf9DbOI/s1600/presandkin+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TMprzlmygTI/AAAAAAAABDE/ycEoHf9DbOI/s400/presandkin+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533353626190381362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-6554138354868700886?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/6554138354868700886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=6554138354868700886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6554138354868700886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6554138354868700886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/10/slumber-bear.html' title='Slumber Bear'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TMprz9-QV1I/AAAAAAAABDM/AUJprACnhow/s72-c/presandkin+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-5382376363341648468</id><published>2010-10-28T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:06:47.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poopy update....</title><content type='html'>Presley is having "nice" colored poop....phewww...thank goodness :) All she needed was a little more protein and a little less dairy. Don't worry I won't post pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-5382376363341648468?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/5382376363341648468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=5382376363341648468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5382376363341648468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5382376363341648468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/10/poopy-update.html' title='Poopy update....'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-5945330400522154741</id><published>2010-10-20T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:10:15.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poopy Adventures!</title><content type='html'>So recently I've been noticing that Presley's stool has been a bit off color. What I mean by that is, the color of her poop has been pale clay/white color. Anyway being me and wanting to find out if this is "normal" I went online and googled it. Well HOLY MAC &amp; CHEESE!!!!! Never do that!!! It scared the crap out of me...(no pun intended). As we all know the Internet could be a very helpful thing when it comes to shopping, searching for stuff in particular like in my case pale poop. Well after the 100,000 results of my search I quickly had to shut off my screen back slowly away from my computer and call her pediatrician immediately! The things I was reading was way to overwhelming. I read that it could be due to something with cancer and all these serious health issues. Just as I was about to have nervous break down her pediatrician called me and told me that he believes that it's the lack of protein in her diet. In other words, he wants her to just eat meat for the next few days and cut back on the milk drinking. I asked him if he thought it could be more serious and he said "no, because she isn't experiencing any pain in the tummy." So for now I'm on poop watch for the next week to see if it starts to change color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that being a parent is hard but the thought of something being seriously wrong with your kid is devastating and nerve wracking. So if you need to find me I'll probably be with my head in the toilet after Presley takes a poopy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-5945330400522154741?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/5945330400522154741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=5945330400522154741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5945330400522154741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5945330400522154741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/10/poopy-adventures.html' title='Poopy Adventures!'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-4149559439700528392</id><published>2010-10-19T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T08:32:41.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow White 2010</title><content type='html'>Presley taking a bite of her "poison apple"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TL25cpuYpwI/AAAAAAAABC8/ZoIAIc1xffs/s1600/71701_10150108736029988_680114987_7607173_5288818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TL25cpuYpwI/AAAAAAAABC8/ZoIAIc1xffs/s400/71701_10150108736029988_680114987_7607173_5288818_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529779819368720130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no!!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TL25cOX22pI/AAAAAAAABC0/zIgwCwyS9qI/s1600/67520_10150108735974988_680114987_7607172_3861808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TL25cOX22pI/AAAAAAAABC0/zIgwCwyS9qI/s400/67520_10150108735974988_680114987_7607172_3861808_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529779812026473106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding...Having fun dressing up for Halloween and hanging with mommy!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TL25b7hQu4I/AAAAAAAABCs/upTpcQgVFrQ/s1600/33909_10150108736094988_680114987_7607175_2405797_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TL25b7hQu4I/AAAAAAAABCs/upTpcQgVFrQ/s400/33909_10150108736094988_680114987_7607175_2405797_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529779806965644162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-4149559439700528392?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/4149559439700528392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=4149559439700528392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4149559439700528392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/4149559439700528392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/10/snow-white-2010.html' title='Snow White 2010'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TL25cpuYpwI/AAAAAAAABC8/ZoIAIc1xffs/s72-c/71701_10150108736029988_680114987_7607173_5288818_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-8223535492112718125</id><published>2010-10-09T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T08:28:19.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinley 2 Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TL24oFIoIGI/AAAAAAAABCk/SnfCs_uiADQ/s1600/69061_1667577449999_1254184901_31852972_4846120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TL24oFIoIGI/AAAAAAAABCk/SnfCs_uiADQ/s400/69061_1667577449999_1254184901_31852972_4846120_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529778916193476706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture was taken by her auntie Leigh...could you tell by the shirt she's wearing that one of her aunties had this all set up?lol. I'm just loving her smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-8223535492112718125?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/8223535492112718125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=8223535492112718125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/8223535492112718125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/8223535492112718125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/10/kinley-2-month.html' title='Kinley 2 Month'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TL24oFIoIGI/AAAAAAAABCk/SnfCs_uiADQ/s72-c/69061_1667577449999_1254184901_31852972_4846120_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-6253324546817420459</id><published>2010-09-28T00:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T00:42:34.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinley first Beach Day</title><content type='html'>We were staying in a beach house in Long Beach for the weekend for a little family weekend getaway and were able to enjoy some wonderful beach weather! We know how much Presley loves being in the sand and the water and we were pretty excited to take Kinley out there for her first time. Obviously she is still very young so no playing in the sand or water for her just yet, but soon she will get her chance. So for now mommy will just have a mini photo shoot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TKGcUfldDgI/AAAAAAAABCc/cdejZflwNS8/s1600/fall2010+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TKGcUfldDgI/AAAAAAAABCc/cdejZflwNS8/s400/fall2010+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521866494022848002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TKGcUPBthHI/AAAAAAAABCU/pamzLVeduR8/s1600/fall2010024-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TKGcUPBthHI/AAAAAAAABCU/pamzLVeduR8/s400/fall2010024-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521866489577964658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-6253324546817420459?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/6253324546817420459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=6253324546817420459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6253324546817420459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/6253324546817420459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/09/kinley-first-beach-day.html' title='Kinley first Beach Day'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TKGcUfldDgI/AAAAAAAABCc/cdejZflwNS8/s72-c/fall2010+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-7272487918433201275</id><published>2010-09-27T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T00:30:28.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words and Sentences..Oh my!</title><content type='html'>I want to write down some of my favorite "Presley sayings." She has always been a talker from an early age, but now she is forming sentences and some of the things that she says are priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 26,2010- We were staying at a beach house and we were on the roof top watching the boats pass by and she said "hi boats, I'm Presley (as she pointed to herself)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she can say her name very well she always let's us know what's hers. For example the other day she was getting dressed and she would say "Tis is Pwesleys dwess." or "Tis is Pwesleys toys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day as I was brushing my teeth I heard her in my room saying "ohhh my...oooo..ahhhh" and when I looked over and asked her what she was doing she said (while looking in the mirror) "Mommy, I pweety!" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new five favorite words lately are "no, no, no,no, no" while waving her index finger in the air. (She got it from the Disney movie Tarzan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls pumpkins "Halloweens"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls Kinley "Kee-Kins"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you ask her "what do you say?" when she asks for something she responds with "what do you say" hahah we are still working on the appropriate response of "please" but for now it's cute so we laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-7272487918433201275?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/7272487918433201275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=7272487918433201275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7272487918433201275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/7272487918433201275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/09/words-and-sentencesoh-my.html' title='Words and Sentences..Oh my!'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-3759925135418847205</id><published>2010-09-20T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T08:44:12.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs a boy when you have a Presley!</title><content type='html'>Even though Wade didn't get a son he definitely got a girl who doesn't mind getting down and dirty in the mud. As Presley is getting older we're starting to see and get to know more of her personality (and boy does she have a HUGE personality!). She has a wonderful balance of both worlds. She loves to paint her nails, where dresses, look at shoes with mommy, and of course she never leaves the house with the perfect accessory. But with equal love she's a girl who plays soccer, hangs with the boys, throws a ball around, collects insects (gross!), and last but certainly not least does dare-devilish things that gives mommy heart attacks. It's most likely that Presley will be the first to break something or get stitches, but I'm also pretty sure that she will be dressed to impress while doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Making sure her dolls hair is brushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TJhZFxIZpeI/AAAAAAAABCM/IWv-BrPdup4/s1600/august2010+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TJhZFxIZpeI/AAAAAAAABCM/IWv-BrPdup4/s400/august2010+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519259298965333474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing daddys hat to the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TJhZFbP47TI/AAAAAAAABCE/zzMcQX_UiiU/s1600/picturesand+videos+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TJhZFbP47TI/AAAAAAAABCE/zzMcQX_UiiU/s400/picturesand+videos+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519259293091163442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to ride her bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TJhZEp7wNaI/AAAAAAAABB8/ABtAu_W2W8E/s1600/biike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TJhZEp7wNaI/AAAAAAAABB8/ABtAu_W2W8E/s400/biike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519259279853368738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admiring her insect friend The Praying Mantis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TJhZEAT5F2I/AAAAAAAABB0/v824PCTEuDI/s1600/bug2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TJhZEAT5F2I/AAAAAAAABB0/v824PCTEuDI/s400/bug2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519259268680324962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-3759925135418847205?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/3759925135418847205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=3759925135418847205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3759925135418847205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3759925135418847205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-needs-boy-when-you-have-presley.html' title='Who needs a boy when you have a Presley!'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TJhZFxIZpeI/AAAAAAAABCM/IWv-BrPdup4/s72-c/august2010+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-940999908802043092</id><published>2010-09-17T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T02:18:31.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard work will pay off</title><content type='html'>It seems like the only time I get a chance to write is in the early am (like it's still dark outside am). With Kinley growing a little bigger each day, she's awake for longer periods of time trying to absorb all her new surroundings. I especially love how she tries to follow me with her eyes when she hears my voice in the room. She sleeps fairly well but the only sleeping issue we have is that she loves to lay on her belly. I could definitely use some advice on this matter. We don't have any soft bedding in her crib,she literally lays on her mattress and a tight fitted sheet. It freaks me out and I can't sleep more than a few minutes at a time because I'm constantly getting up to look at her. I've never had this issue with Presley (probably because she never slept) but I could use some advice. &lt;br /&gt;Other than the belly issue, all is good here at the Jones residence. I'm trying to keep Presley on her regular nap schedule and sometimes it works out to my advantage because they will BOTH be taking naps at the same time. It can get a little crazy around here trying to get both girls on a schedule/routine and being sleep deprived makes it a little more challenging, but I always tell myself that this phase and it's temporary and all this hard work will pay off once they get a little older. Until then I'll enjoy these nice quite moments (when they rarely happen haha)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TJMyECyKhRI/AAAAAAAABBs/RIt1p0-7Uvs/s1600/picturesand+videos+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TJMyECyKhRI/AAAAAAAABBs/RIt1p0-7Uvs/s400/picturesand+videos+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517809013507130642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TJMyDfdkAeI/AAAAAAAABBk/7zVl9XY5m34/s1600/picturesand+videos+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TJMyDfdkAeI/AAAAAAAABBk/7zVl9XY5m34/s400/picturesand+videos+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517809004025479650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-940999908802043092?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/940999908802043092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=940999908802043092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/940999908802043092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/940999908802043092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/09/hard-work-will-pay-off.html' title='Hard work will pay off'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TJMyECyKhRI/AAAAAAAABBs/RIt1p0-7Uvs/s72-c/picturesand+videos+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-5531279205819222896</id><published>2010-09-06T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T00:05:23.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking Trip</title><content type='html'>With Disneyland passes needing to be renewed, we had to take up a new hobby that we can do together as a family. We decided that we would try hiking! To those who are thinking you went hiking with a newborn and a toddler, are you crazy?! All I have to say is no way! Presley is a very active two year old and really enjoys being outdoors playing and discovering things, so this hike was perfect to stimulate that very curious mind of hers. As for Kinley she is still very new so we carried her in the Baby Bjorn "front pack". She absolutely loves being in that thing because it reminds her of being in my belly, especially when I'm walking. Presley walked the whole way uphill to the waterfall and Kinley slept the whole time. It was a good 2 mile hike and Presley did the whole thing without a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand, seeing I just gave birth 3 weeks ago was very tired! When we got through with the hike I looked over and Wade in complete exhaustion. I felt so out of shape but man did it feel good to sweat again. It just motivated me more to really start my working out routine and getting back in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day and a new experience for all of us. We will definitely do it again because the ending result was Presley sleeping for 3 hours during her nap time. hehe. Oh and this time I won't fall on slippery wet rocks when crossing a stream. Now Presley’s new favorite sentence is “We walk and mommy fall and got all wet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting our hike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIXgn79hS0I/AAAAAAAABBM/t9-9uEXPC7M/s1600/sept2010+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIXgn79hS0I/AAAAAAAABBM/t9-9uEXPC7M/s400/sept2010+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514060295500286786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Presley getting a head start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIXgnWJVj0I/AAAAAAAABBE/Ab9LRrdKK1k/s1600/sept2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIXgnWJVj0I/AAAAAAAABBE/Ab9LRrdKK1k/s400/sept2010+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514060285349302082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy taking a picture with Kinley (who is sleeping) by the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIXgozbk1yI/AAAAAAAABBc/e0mRNnlx2rc/s1600/sept2010+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIXgozbk1yI/AAAAAAAABBc/e0mRNnlx2rc/s400/sept2010+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514060310390298402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's mine and Presley turn to take a picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIXgoeFXPoI/AAAAAAAABBU/WniBkj3BP3w/s1600/sept2010+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIXgoeFXPoI/AAAAAAAABBU/WniBkj3BP3w/s400/sept2010+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514060304659988098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-5531279205819222896?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/5531279205819222896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=5531279205819222896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5531279205819222896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5531279205819222896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/09/hiking-trip.html' title='Hiking Trip'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIXgn79hS0I/AAAAAAAABBM/t9-9uEXPC7M/s72-c/sept2010+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-8379774051517067233</id><published>2010-09-05T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T00:39:19.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy love</title><content type='html'>These were the first pictures I took with Kinley. This is right before they admitted her into the NICU and fortunately Presley made it right in time to meet her. With Kinley being here now, and having both my girls here I feel so complete. We are so lucky to have beautiful healthy girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TINImMOHAmI/AAAAAAAABA8/QMz5DZd0VSE/s1600/labor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TINImMOHAmI/AAAAAAAABA8/QMz5DZd0VSE/s400/labor2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513330189784253026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TINIlxAyxOI/AAAAAAAABA0/4Q_zVrD0Jiw/s1600/labor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TINIlxAyxOI/AAAAAAAABA0/4Q_zVrD0Jiw/s400/labor1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513330182480643298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-8379774051517067233?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/8379774051517067233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=8379774051517067233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/8379774051517067233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/8379774051517067233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/09/mommy-love.html' title='Mommy love'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TINImMOHAmI/AAAAAAAABA8/QMz5DZd0VSE/s72-c/labor2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-5620407334728702522</id><published>2010-09-03T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:19:10.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Popper"</title><content type='html'>Presley found a "popper" (aka grass-hopper) and insisted that I catch it. I grabbed a glass jar and very bravely caught that darn thing for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIHj8yJdgdI/AAAAAAAABAs/ycUWEEKObk4/s1600/58732_441228924880_642309880_4654417_4279956_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIHj8yJdgdI/AAAAAAAABAs/ycUWEEKObk4/s400/58732_441228924880_642309880_4654417_4279956_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512938052271309266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved her new friend "popper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIHj8lnITlI/AAAAAAAABAk/aJWvFB0xE58/s1600/58732_441228904880_642309880_4654416_7157163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIHj8lnITlI/AAAAAAAABAk/aJWvFB0xE58/s400/58732_441228904880_642309880_4654416_7157163_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512938048906088018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she showed me the picture she drew of the "popper".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIHj8TorrLI/AAAAAAAABAc/f0dUuytIRUc/s1600/58732_441228884880_642309880_4654415_2139822_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIHj8TorrLI/AAAAAAAABAc/f0dUuytIRUc/s400/58732_441228884880_642309880_4654415_2139822_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512938044080762034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No insects were harmed during this time.."popper" was let free once it was time to go back in the house :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-5620407334728702522?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/5620407334728702522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=5620407334728702522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5620407334728702522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/5620407334728702522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/09/popper.html' title='The &quot;Popper&quot;'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TIHj8yJdgdI/AAAAAAAABAs/ycUWEEKObk4/s72-c/58732_441228924880_642309880_4654417_4279956_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-619000177945061384</id><published>2010-09-03T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:12:27.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddyhood</title><content type='html'>This is a little taste of what he's about to experience with having two daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TICnK7wguyI/AAAAAAAABAM/O9Vw81A5t8g/s1600/sept2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TICnK7wguyI/AAAAAAAABAM/O9Vw81A5t8g/s400/sept2010+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512589750183181090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive side note, Kinley's hearing was not affected by her sisters screaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-619000177945061384?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/619000177945061384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=619000177945061384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/619000177945061384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/619000177945061384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/09/daddyhood.html' title='Daddyhood'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TICnK7wguyI/AAAAAAAABAM/O9Vw81A5t8g/s72-c/sept2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-3923437316767813906</id><published>2010-08-29T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:57:55.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks old</title><content type='html'>Me and my baby girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/THtVomZtx_I/AAAAAAAABAE/fFo_8gfz-R8/s1600/august2010+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/THtVomZtx_I/AAAAAAAABAE/fFo_8gfz-R8/s400/august2010+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511092725009467378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE baby feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/THtVn0pSBAI/AAAAAAAAA_8/NcbrRupgAb0/s1600/august2010+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/THtVn0pSBAI/AAAAAAAAA_8/NcbrRupgAb0/s400/august2010+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511092711652983810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's growing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/THtVnSO8eGI/AAAAAAAAA_0/mjYPFP87srI/s1600/august2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/THtVnSO8eGI/AAAAAAAAA_0/mjYPFP87srI/s400/august2010+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511092702415714402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest little sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/THtVmj6FdFI/AAAAAAAAA_s/fU1so1iYzEE/s1600/august2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/THtVmj6FdFI/AAAAAAAAA_s/fU1so1iYzEE/s400/august2010+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511092689980191826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-3923437316767813906?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/3923437316767813906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=3923437316767813906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3923437316767813906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/3923437316767813906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/08/3-weeks-old.html' title='3 weeks old'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/THtVomZtx_I/AAAAAAAABAE/fFo_8gfz-R8/s72-c/august2010+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-803907392957977820</id><published>2010-08-28T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:50:07.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Love</title><content type='html'>I will admit that before Kinley was here I was worried on how Presley was going to react with a new baby around. Presley wasn't a fan of me holding other babies, or even with me playing with other babies. She would literally scream and cry, "THAT"S MY MOMMY!!" anytime I held someone that wasn't her. When we found out we were pregnant with Kinley that was to say the least topic of conversation throughout my whole pregnancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day finally came and Kinley made her debut into this world, I couldn't wait for Presley to meet her. I wanted to see how she reacted to her. When I was pregnant with Kinley something I tried to do with Presley as much as possible, was to play with her baby dolls and pretend it was the real thing. I would show her how to hold the baby and that the baby was in my tummy. At the time I wasn't sure if she understood any of it, but I figured the results would show when the real test came and Kinley was here. I was nervous when Presley was walking up into the hospital room. Once she came into the room we introduced her to Kinley and Presley just knew this was "the baby" we had been talking about for so many months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that everyone is home and healthy Presley really does love Kinley. She kisses and hugs her constantly and when Kinley cries she's the first to run to the crib and greet her. Don't get me wrong Presley has her days where she asks me "mommy, put baby in swing and lets play!" but that is to be expected. I think they will be very close once they start getting older and I will witness my fair share of fights that these two will have :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/THtUXIEe13I/AAAAAAAAA_k/vfVIKFVi5PU/s1600/august2010025-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/THtUXIEe13I/AAAAAAAAA_k/vfVIKFVi5PU/s400/august2010025-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511091325297940338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-803907392957977820?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/803907392957977820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=803907392957977820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/803907392957977820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/803907392957977820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/08/sister-love.html' title='Sister Love'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/THtUXIEe13I/AAAAAAAAA_k/vfVIKFVi5PU/s72-c/august2010025-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492871088955458716.post-8063135314587160925</id><published>2010-08-19T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:47:00.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at Home</title><content type='html'>The jaundice isn't completely out of her system but it will be soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TG4WZmesT3I/AAAAAAAAA_U/ljp-JfKnNhs/s1600/kin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TG4WZmesT3I/AAAAAAAAA_U/ljp-JfKnNhs/s400/kin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507364023402516338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TG4WZU7BqeI/AAAAAAAAA_M/-VDXlsdEamQ/s1600/k2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TG4WZU7BqeI/AAAAAAAAA_M/-VDXlsdEamQ/s400/k2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507364018689518050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492871088955458716-8063135314587160925?l=mamabonetones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/feeds/8063135314587160925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6492871088955458716&amp;postID=8063135314587160925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/8063135314587160925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492871088955458716/posts/default/8063135314587160925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabonetones.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-at-home.html' title='Life at Home'/><author><name>Toni Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132586102169709595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN_DssSLbQg/TsiLrO7Ee6I/AAAAAAAABjk/BRwN_peDNQM/s220/384911_10150430440839881_642309880_7978061_872427798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJssQILl7f8/TG4WZmesT3I/AAAAAAAAA_U/ljp-JfKnNhs/s72-c/kin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
