<?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-762296120442521429</id><updated>2011-09-08T09:14:57.029-07:00</updated><category term='shopping'/><category term='bonding'/><category term='children'/><category term='memories'/><category term='decorations'/><category term='grandbabies'/><category term='Toddlers'/><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Noni's Blessings</title><subtitle type='html'>A truly blessed mom and grandmother who adores her family and being a grandmother.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonisblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762296120442521429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonisblessings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Noni's News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17194228045231398458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SUEvvKRN9JI/AAAAAAAAACs/bgaQaWhIUJM/S220/1-160x480.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762296120442521429.post-8188972584349653308</id><published>2008-12-11T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:08:04.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Shopping With Ashlynn</title><content type='html'>Going shopping is not one of my favorite things to do but having only a couple of weeks before Christmas, it really is necessary. I thought it would be smart to take Ashlynn with me, since she always goes with her mom. No one told me that I should have brought a stroller or used a cart or tied her to my leg.  Before we went in I said, "Stay right with NONI" and before I knew it she was running through the clothes racks and laughing up a storm. My phone rings, I'm yelling, "ASHLYNN" come here. All I hear are giggles and her saying "Where Are You" in her singing tone.&lt;br /&gt;I know I should have been mad but her face was priceless. She would poke her head around the corner and take off. &lt;br /&gt;This is how children get kidnapped, I know that so being a grandmother I'm stressing out. I'm running after her, she loses her shoe and keeps laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Since her mother works for DFAC's, it keeps running through my mind that someone is going to call her office to report me! Finally I pull her to the side to have our little talk about you cannot leave Noni's side, you must stay with me, someone is going to take you away from me, etc. &lt;br /&gt;Once I pay for my purchase we go on to the next store where the shopping cart is the first thing I find. It's becoming clearer and clearer why God has young women have babies! You still have to be able to run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/762296120442521429-8188972584349653308?l=nonisblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonisblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8188972584349653308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=762296120442521429&amp;postID=8188972584349653308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762296120442521429/posts/default/8188972584349653308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762296120442521429/posts/default/8188972584349653308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonisblessings.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping-with-ashlynn.html' title='Shopping With Ashlynn'/><author><name>Noni's News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17194228045231398458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SUEvvKRN9JI/AAAAAAAAACs/bgaQaWhIUJM/S220/1-160x480.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762296120442521429.post-3342548097292199900</id><published>2008-11-20T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:19:52.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>One Fun Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a day I wasn't really looking forward to. Erin (my middle daughter) needed me to keep Ashlynn all day long because her babysitter couldn't keep her. First of all, I can never get anything done when she is here, she is going through some terrible two's phase and she had a stomach virus! I told her we would decorate for Christmas, but everyone knows how hard that is with a two year old.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she got to my house a little after 8:00 am and I had the most fun day, with the most precious little girl. Even though her stomach was not good, she was in a great mood and we had an awesome day. She had so much fun decorating two small Christmas trees, we hung Christmas stockings, played tea party and just enjoyed being together.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more important than quality time, and that we did have today together.&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have this wonderful child in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/762296120442521429-3342548097292199900?l=nonisblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonisblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3342548097292199900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=762296120442521429&amp;postID=3342548097292199900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762296120442521429/posts/default/3342548097292199900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762296120442521429/posts/default/3342548097292199900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonisblessings.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-fun-day.html' title='One Fun Day'/><author><name>Noni's News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17194228045231398458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SUEvvKRN9JI/AAAAAAAAACs/bgaQaWhIUJM/S220/1-160x480.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762296120442521429.post-5066767685659924227</id><published>2008-11-18T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:17:18.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandbabies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Fun Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSMGgl6SiEI/AAAAAAAAACg/4DBEHEz8jkY/s1600-h/school+bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270063145955788866" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSMGgl6SiEI/AAAAAAAAACg/4DBEHEz8jkY/s200/school+bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every afternoon I pick Ashlynn up from her babysitter (who we have loved and respected for many years) and start our 6 mile ride home. We point out horses, cows (MOOOO) and most of all &lt;strong&gt;big yellow school buses&lt;/strong&gt;. Depending on the time I get her, which is usually between 3 - 4pm, the number of buses we see vary. Whenever we spot a bus we both scream! Don't know how that started, but its pretty funny. Yesterday we saw 7 buses, an overload of horses and cows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laugh all the way home at her expressions when we round a corner and see one of these three special things to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we are making memories in her little mind to last a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite memories of my children growing up is the Christmas light game. Whatever side of the car you are sitting on is the side you look for houses with lights on them. You count 1 per house and whoever has the most on their side wins. We still play this, after all these years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/762296120442521429-5066767685659924227?l=nonisblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonisblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5066767685659924227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=762296120442521429&amp;postID=5066767685659924227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762296120442521429/posts/default/5066767685659924227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762296120442521429/posts/default/5066767685659924227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonisblessings.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-memories.html' title='Fun Memories'/><author><name>Noni's News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17194228045231398458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SUEvvKRN9JI/AAAAAAAAACs/bgaQaWhIUJM/S220/1-160x480.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSMGgl6SiEI/AAAAAAAAACg/4DBEHEz8jkY/s72-c/school+bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762296120442521429.post-4669302475947049178</id><published>2008-11-17T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:38:57.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandbabies Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little over 2 years ago my family consisted of my wonderful husband of over 30 years and my three wonderful daughters, along with their husbands. We found out about our first blessing in the making and couldn't wait! My unbelievable first grandchild was born. Perfect beyond belief and more beautiful that anyone could ever imagine, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; came into our lives&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSHAPF_MB9I/AAAAAAAAABg/s0Toj1yRCU8/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269704404537968594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSHAPF_MB9I/AAAAAAAAABg/s0Toj1yRCU8/s200/Front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As quickly as they grow, and because of her being brilliant, she has grown into the most fun toddler ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSHFXxtxSBI/AAAAAAAAACA/C8yxnPBqYUk/s1600-h/grown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269710051273164818" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSHFXxtxSBI/AAAAAAAAACA/C8yxnPBqYUk/s200/grown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NEED I SAY MORE? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the opportunity of picking her up each day, for a couple of hours, before mom gets off work so a part of my day is made up of playing tea party, rocking dolls and coloring Elmo pictures. What more could you ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then along came &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt;. This is the grandbaby I never thought we would have from our oldest daughter, but what a little cutie she is. Sweetest personality in the world. Always smiling, the biggest eyes you've ever seen and a true blessing from God.  She laughs at whatever I do, which is always a compliment to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSHCG_wLJFI/AAAAAAAAABo/fBfARRvZ63E/s1600-h/DSCF2473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269706464448685138" style="WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSHCG_wLJFI/AAAAAAAAABo/fBfARRvZ63E/s200/DSCF2473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSHGlNcosvI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZeLP3W9KnA/s1600-h/Big+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269711381567419122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSHGlNcosvI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZeLP3W9KnA/s200/Big+eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Look at those eyes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last, but certainly not least, is our first GrandSON, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Abram&lt;/span&gt;. We never thought that we would have a BOY! Oh my goodness, he is a model in the making. He looks like a little man with his styling hair and designer clothes. What a doll, but given his parents, what else could he be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSHHQSU0j6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/xBryEWwWXMo/s1600-h/Styling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269712121611194274" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSHHQSU0j6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/xBryEWwWXMo/s200/Styling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out his outfit, hair and look!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSHHavhmCnI/AAAAAAAAACY/EqoB97DpHrg/s1600-h/grownup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269712301248088690" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSHHavhmCnI/AAAAAAAAACY/EqoB97DpHrg/s200/grownup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little cowboy in the making - and what is hotter than a cowboy anyway, is our little Abram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/762296120442521429-4669302475947049178?l=nonisblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonisblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4669302475947049178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=762296120442521429&amp;postID=4669302475947049178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762296120442521429/posts/default/4669302475947049178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762296120442521429/posts/default/4669302475947049178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonisblessings.blogspot.com/2008/11/grandbabies-galore.html' title='Grandbabies Galore'/><author><name>Noni's News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17194228045231398458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SUEvvKRN9JI/AAAAAAAAACs/bgaQaWhIUJM/S220/1-160x480.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IE2f_Lh6VAo/SSHAPF_MB9I/AAAAAAAAABg/s0Toj1yRCU8/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
