tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60134546369318423632024-03-13T14:37:33.265-05:00Tate and LilyThe Robertson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13457927924307637728noreply@blogger.comBlogger177125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013454636931842363.post-34593912824405664322014-08-07T21:33:00.000-05:002014-08-07T21:33:00.166-05:00I'm baaaack! As the kids continue hitting milestones, I've realized how little I've been documenting it outside of Facebook. So, I'm back to updating the blog, but am admitting on the front end that I may not be as creative as in the past. <div>
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So, since May 2012, here's a partial list of memorable events: </div>
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<li>Tate turned 5 with an Angry Bird party</li>
<li>We took a family vacation to Houston and Galveston</li>
<li>Lily Jane turned 2 with a Kentucky Derby party </li>
<li>Rob started a new job at Texas Health Resources</li>
<li>Tate continued going to school at Tarrant County College Children's Center and LJ was cared for by family friend Kathy Hartwell</li>
<li>We took a family vacation to Portland with the Robertson cousins </li>
<li>We moved to Memphis because of Jenny's job at FedEx</li>
<li>Rob started working at the Memphis Business Journal</li>
<li>Tate started kindergarten at Grace St. Luke's </li>
<li>LJ started preschool at Christ Methodist Day School (and subsequently started talking finally and hasn't stopped since!) </li>
<li>We had family come visit us from all over in the fall of 2013 for Ole Miss football games </li>
<li>Tate turned 6 and had a spy themed party</li>
<li>LJ turned 3 with a bug-themed party at the Memphis Botanic Garden </li>
<li>We took a family vacation to Destin with the Binghams and stayed with cousin Sara</li>
<li>We went to Texas for the fourth of July and the kids got to spend a week at Camp Mia and Big Guy </li>
<li>Tate learned to swim (finally!) </li>
<li>LJ had her first dance recital </li>
<li>There were t-ball games and karate lessons for Tate</li>
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Now that we're all up to speed, I'll be back more often to keep posting...</div>
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Oh, and here's what the kids look like now: </div>
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How often can you have margaritas at a kid's birthday party? We had to seize the day. </div>
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I started by saying I wanted a "classy" Cinco de Mayo party, but a few trips to Party City and a 6 ft inflatable cactus ring toss beer cooler later, and we had the equivalent of a Tijuana Spring Break. </div>
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But see, we started classy! Look at the pretty invites featuring papel picado! </div>
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And just when you're thinking, "But this all looks like a perfectly normal birthday party".....<br />
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Any party that ends with mustachioed babies is a good party by my standards. Feliz Cumpleanos Lily Jane!!<br />
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But it's her personality that is most worth noting. Our baby is best described as feisty, fearless, and fabulous.... </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We should have known early on that she was going to be a stubborn one with lots of, shall we say, "spunk." </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The colic of her first two months translated into a charming stubborn-ess and attitude later. She doesn't put up with much, and is not afraid to let her feelings be known and be known LOUDLY. She likes to chatter and we carry on full-length, animated conversations. She also will fight for what she wants, will not be tamed by a television, and does not like to sleep (she didn't start sleeping through the night until 11 months). All of these are reasons we affectionately call her <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r7wHMg5Yjg" target="_blank">"The Honey Badger."</a> (Honey Badger don't care) </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The most noticeable difference between Tate and Lily Jane is in how fearless she is. Tate has always been very cautious and careful. Not LJ. Where Tate <a href="http://www.tateandlily.com/search/label/bill%20murray" target="_blank">feared Bill Murray</a>, Lily Jane gave him a big smooch the first time they were introduced. Where Tate would scream during the car wash when he was an infant, Lily Jane laughs and squeals. Lily Jane likes to climb, and she loves to tackle Tate wherever he may be sitting. (And she can almost take him.) In this picture, she careens around the house with the walker like she's Dale Earnhardt Jr. Tate would toddle very, very slowly and carefully. </span></td></tr>
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In honor of the internet meme "<a href="http://textsfromhillaryclinton.tumblr.com/">Texts from Hillary</a>"....</div>
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These pics are great, but still can't beat <a href="http://www.tateandlily.com/2009/12/first-school-picture.html" target="_blank">the legendary first school picture</a> of Tate.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013454636931842363.post-84697773903327324962012-01-29T17:15:00.001-06:002012-01-29T17:25:57.724-06:00She crawlsDespite our best efforts to the contrary, Lily Jane is now mobile.<br />
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I put her on the floor in the middle of her room and turned my back to her to clean out her closet. Only a few seconds later, I felt a little tug on my pants, and I looked down to find a Lily Jane looking up at me!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013454636931842363.post-48255786757400727822012-01-15T22:03:00.001-06:002012-01-15T22:18:33.493-06:00Conversations with TateTalking with Tate is getting more and more interesting lately....two conversations from this weekend follow:<br />
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Forty years ago today my parents became known as Mr. and Mrs. Robert Dodson. </div>
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Christmas this year was so great because it was Lily Jane's first Christmas and also the first Christmas that Tate was really into it. And I mean REALLY INTO IT. We tried to do it up right for him.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We decorated our house with wreaths and candles in the windows, but that wasn't enough for Tate. It it were up to him, we would have multiple inflatables and multi-colored lights that changed to the music. He asked me repeatedly why we didn't have a giant Santa in our yard and took to calling our house a "party pooper house." When we drove by the houses with inflatables, he called them "party people." </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went to the Grapevine Christmas parade with Tate's favorite friend "Frank" (his name is actually Henry, sometimes "Hank," but to Tate he is "Frank" and Tate is not letting it go). The boys had fun with a light saber/nun-chuks(?) fight. Side note: While doing this blog post I asked Rob how to spell nun-chuks. He gave me the prior spelling and then, after a pause, said "wait a minute, why are you writing about nun-chucks on our blog?" Another side note: I still don't think his spelling is right. Last side note: I'm too tired to look it up myself. Have you noticed I just did 9 blog posts in 24 hours?!?) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boys loved the parade. And then it rained, giving Tate the perfect opportunity to tell everyone he saw "It rained on my parade!!" </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Note my 8-months-pregnant sister Nancy rolling out the dough with a wine bottle. That's how the Dodson sisters roll (literally) when it comes to baking. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We hosted Christmas Eve Eve for my extended family at our house. Lily Jane loved every minute of it. (dress handmade by Linda)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the first gift Lily Jane ever opened, and she knew exactly what to do with it! She tore into that package and then looked for others. </td></tr>
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There was reading of "Twas The Night Before Christmas." <br />
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told Santa he wanted a microphone for Christmas. When asked why, Tate
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tate's loot from Santa. to the left are his rock star theme gifts. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Telling secrets. (LJ is wearing Tate's hand-me-down PJs from <a href="http://www.tateandlily.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html" target="_blank">his second Christmas</a>. I happened to see the exact same PJs for sale again, so I bought them in Tate's size for this year.) </td></tr>
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013454636931842363.post-33879540973848218952012-01-02T21:52:00.001-06:002012-01-02T21:52:30.951-06:00Lily Jane's BaptismLily Jane was baptized on November 27 in the same church and wearing the same gown as when I was baptized 35 years ago. The 100-year-old gown was first worn by my grandfather, Robert Dodson, in 1912. It was then worn by my cousins and me and now our children. Lily Jane also wore a gold cross necklace that belonged to her great-great-grandmother, Lillian -- the mother of my grandmother, Mama June, and one of the women for whom she is named. It was a special occasion!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All eyes on Lily Jane</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Four generations</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013454636931842363.post-38067473833997547672012-01-02T21:37:00.000-06:002012-01-02T21:37:03.936-06:00Thanksgiving 2011Happy Thanksgiving! (pretend I posted this in November instead of January....catching up on the blog so I at least have these posts for posterity....)<br />
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Height: 27 2/4 inches<br />
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At six months she loves rolling and scooting to get to where she wants to go. She makes lots of sounds, including the words "da-da" and "ma-ma," although we can't truly claim she knows what she is saying. <br />
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She is generally very happy and loves to jump in her bouncer and be held. She laughs a lot and adores her big brother.<br />
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Like our update on Tate at four years, she does NOT love napping, getting ready for bed, sleeping in her own
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The tables were set with polka dot tablecloths and the centerpieces were pumpkins and gourds painted like monsters. <br />
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Weight: 18 lbs 1 oz (99%)<br />
Head: 16.5 inches (99%)<br />
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She's wearing size 6 and 9 months, and I've already had to put away an entire box of clothes that no longer fit her.<br />
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She is a super happy, smiley little girl who loves to coo and gurgle and generally "chat." She's growing up so fast, she's already....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousin Lindsey came to town with baby Amelia, giving us all a reason to get together. Represented here are first cousins, second cousins, and first cousins once removed (I think? We need a genealogist to figure out all of the relationships here)</td></tr>
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And after the second hottest summer on record in Dallas, we finally had a break on Labor Day and enjoyed a picnic in the high 80s. We almost needed a jacket! <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013454636931842363.post-29972529267453101452011-07-18T23:29:00.000-05:002011-07-18T23:29:40.640-05:00Hooray for Cousins!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For Nanny-sippi's 70th birthday, Rob's brothers and their families came from the East and West coasts to celebrate with us at our house last week. I didn't get many pictures due to the chaos, but wanted to share a few....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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On the actual birthday, we had a party at our house and the grandkids all wore matching "R" shirts (in a bandana print in honor of the Texas visit!) with their names monogrammed on them just for the occasion. Pictured with Tate below are Caroline (9, almost 10, yrs old), Cecilia (2.5 yrs) and Beck (7 yrs). Caroline and Beck live in Silver Spring, MD and Cecilia lives in Fairfax, CA.<br />
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And what party is complete without a little dancing? In this picture, Tate may be teaching everyone the "bottom dance." Or this may have been during "Baby Got Back." Both occurred.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then it was off to Legoland, where Tate tried to distract Dirk Nowitzki with his balloon sword in order to steal away the basketball. He's been watching too many thug Lakers and Heat players: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfNMydKxrWCRe4YScJqtcKhMRRn5VlXOqtQJ_sn3v2KaOUMmzc_idX1l62RNr08w-su43yeRFdq5P0SE7kKYfGcE0jAOBsyJn7Nhhhe-ctcT20QeRHQ39wJCI_88obTHtJH3QqnzpylpxL/s1600/DSC_0383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfNMydKxrWCRe4YScJqtcKhMRRn5VlXOqtQJ_sn3v2KaOUMmzc_idX1l62RNr08w-su43yeRFdq5P0SE7kKYfGcE0jAOBsyJn7Nhhhe-ctcT20QeRHQ39wJCI_88obTHtJH3QqnzpylpxL/s320/DSC_0383.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><br />
There were a lot of Legos.<br />
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There was also much water park visiting, movie watching, food eating, birthday shopping and, well, just baby chilling:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013454636931842363.post-61819057680819445982011-07-17T21:54:00.001-05:002011-07-18T08:52:07.449-05:00Two MonthsLily Jane turned two months on July 2...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I picked the picture above because it best symbolized how she started her second month of life: very fussy, but still cute as a bug. By the end of the month, though, she was all smiles: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Luckily, we made it through the colicky period, and she is now a happy and content baby. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Height: 24 inches (75-90 percentile)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Weight: 14.2 pounds (above 95%)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This month she started lifting her head during tummy time: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-LZxRtlQ4_hI8NqvtSFy2KCDb4P3hatdgDJhq-kPwlvcWhHyU8kJb0H3leMmkEdoNGUWBsDX7QnaiHgMhdiGJliBTnu35CN3ehMdi3o5npFUmXAXLJVHQ8H-XEJgoKgdbhu0PJxpwmeI/s1600/DSC_0212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-LZxRtlQ4_hI8NqvtSFy2KCDb4P3hatdgDJhq-kPwlvcWhHyU8kJb0H3leMmkEdoNGUWBsDX7QnaiHgMhdiGJliBTnu35CN3ehMdi3o5npFUmXAXLJVHQ8H-XEJgoKgdbhu0PJxpwmeI/s320/DSC_0212.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div> And started clearly demonstrating that she's a daddy's girl. She smiles every time she sees Rob and adores him...and the feeling is mutual:<br />
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She also likes to "talk" a lot, which the doctor even noticed. She makes a lot of very cute sounds and apparently has a lot to say. The doctor also noticed that her head seems to be a little lopsided toward the right, and he suggested we vary her sleeping positions, switch her car seat position with Tate's, read the New York Times and Mother Jones to her, etc in order to give her a more well-rounded brain before a baby helmet would be necessary. We'll keep you posted on "Operation We Can't Have a Right Wing Baby!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013454636931842363.post-32765540282574323342011-07-07T01:42:00.000-05:002011-07-07T01:42:21.043-05:00Fourth of JulyWe had a great July 4th weekend, the highlight of which was our Hometown neighborhood parade and festival.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Such a quaint, wholesome little neighborhood...just ignore the man on the curb with his kids drinking a beer at 8 a.m.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We decked out the sit & stand stroller for the parade, but sadly lost the "most patriotic toddler" contest to some stinkin identical twin girls wearing giant red white and blue bows. Next year we are taking Uncle Todd's suggestion and sending the kids on a tour of Iraq and bringing them back wearing purple hearts. Eat that you star-spangled twinnies. (Plan B is to adopt some triplets in time for next year's contest.)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After the parade we had a festival and they asked all of the veterans in the neighborhood to come forward. Rob went up there even though he missed the memo that all veterans should wear goofy hats. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tate played on the water slides and then had some shaved ice. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lily Jane observed from her patriotic chariot and plotted her "most patriotic toddler" getup for next year. That new tricycle WILL be ours!</td></tr>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013454636931842363.post-36836721558911346892011-07-01T08:32:00.000-05:002011-07-01T08:32:12.108-05:00Splitting HairsTate has always been known for his signature haircut which has been described as "anchorman hair" or "church hair." We get his hair cut at Cool Cuts 4 Kids because it has a train table and he can sit in a fire engine and watch Dora and not scream bloody murder like he does at any other salon that does not have the above-mentioned amenities.<br />
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The problem with Cool Cuts is that the turnover is high and we always have a different stylist. But I always give the same instructions: "clippers set to '4' on the sides and scissor cut on the top, leaving it long enough for me to brush the bangs to the side." (aka: anchorman hair)<br />
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The result has been decent, usually:<br />
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But EVERY SINGLE TIME I go to get his haircut right before a visit to Mississippi -- where he will be seeing relatives he only sees maybe once per year -- the result has been consistently off. Mississippi is the land of shaggy frat-boy haircuts and yet Tate has been there sporting...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The Bowl Cut</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mississippi 2009</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">The Army Cut</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mississippi 2010</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> The Hairstylist Was Drunk or Standing On A Rocking Boat When She Cut The Front Cut</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kellie and Kim -- good friends and FedEx colleagues</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lily Jane has grown so much already that she was too big for the daygown I originally planned for her to wear! This sweet smocked gown was just perfect, though. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sarah, Valerie and Kasey -- the hostesses and my best friends from high school</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div>I wish I had a picture of the spread...they set up an ice cream sundae bar that was adorable. And although LJ has been really, really fussy lately, she was a dream at the party. (whew) Thanks to my family and friends who came out on a hot Sunday afternoon to honor Miss Lily Jane! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1