<?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-7079910423061287370</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:05:35.127-04:00</updated><category term='about us'/><title type='text'>The Davidson Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>fasten your seatbelts, you're in for a ride</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-1965321403020436402</id><published>2008-10-02T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:14:00.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>I will be posting pictures to my stories this weekend! Hope you will enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-1965321403020436402?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1965321403020436402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=1965321403020436402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/1965321403020436402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/1965321403020436402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1965321403020436402' title='FYI'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-5892577795407668808</id><published>2008-10-02T22:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:10:46.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gas Crisis</title><content type='html'>As most of you have heard Atlanta (especially the northern suburbs where we live) is in a major gas crisis (not that the rest of America isn't but Atlanta has been ranked as the worst). Well, if you watch Fox national news, we have continued to make the headlines, and yes it is true, people have been waiting for hours for gas! Luckily, Jeremy and myself have been truly blessed to not have to wait to long, but some friends waited 3 hours for 1/2 gallon of gas! Talk about being ready to scream! God has definitely been looking out for this impatient chick! And my dear loving hubby as well! So with this post, I ask that you pray for us down here (and not just for us, but for everyone and the situation).  But to FYI we live 30 minutes from the church and pretty much everything else with the exception of the grocery store which is only 2 minutes away (praise God for that one). Please pray that gas will get here and stay in full supply and that the prices will go down for everyone around America! Us Georgia peaches love you and thank you for your prayers!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about:&lt;br /&gt;Our pursuit of God is successful because He is forever seeking to manifest Himself to us.-AW Tozer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-5892577795407668808?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5892577795407668808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=5892577795407668808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/5892577795407668808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/5892577795407668808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5892577795407668808' title='The Gas Crisis'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-3494419092684989025</id><published>2008-10-02T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:44:09.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home (Sunday)</title><content type='html'>We got up early this morning hoping to make it back in time for church, but unfortunately  that didn’t happen. We did finally get home safe and sound, but in the process of packing the car, one of my worst fears came true. My friend Wendy, Haley and myself were taking the last few things down to the car, when we got stuck on a crammed elevator with a bunch of bikers that reeked of cigarette smoke! Talk about panic attack! Well, lets just say I freaked out-and that is the understatement of the year! Luckily we weren’t on it for real long, but when you’re stuck it feels like eternity! I have never been so happy to see day light and smell fresh air in all my life! We ended up having to walk down about 6 flights of stairs, but poor Jeremy had to walk down about 20! Talk about a work out! At least he was going down for the very last time instead of going up! We finally made it home and back to our little humble abode that we call home right now. Even though I miss the beach, I’m thankful that I can call Woodstock home! I love it just as much here too! Just in different ways! Goodnight for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about:&lt;br /&gt;Love is the divine reality that everywhere produces and restores life. To each and everyone of us, it gives the power of working miracles if we will-Lydia Maria Child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-3494419092684989025?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3494419092684989025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=3494419092684989025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/3494419092684989025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/3494419092684989025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3494419092684989025' title='Home Sweet Home (Sunday)'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-4850448111508974372</id><published>2008-10-02T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:41:30.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day 6 (Saturday)</title><content type='html'>Yes it’s another gorgeous day down here in sunny Florida. I can’t believe that our last full day is over. Talk about a bummer. This week has been so relaxing and enjoyable. It has been the best week ever, even if the streets are filled with loud bikers and it takes forever to get anywhere, I’m still grinning from ear to ear! Again we laid out on the beach and enjoyed the beautiful sunshine and soaked up the rays, we also enjoyed the salty ocean air (the best scent in all the world, that cannot be crammed into a candle no matter how hard you try)! This was an absolute gorgeous day, that was again filled with so much laughter, smiles, and no stress! We have really and truly enjoyed ourselves. I know that people wish that vacation didn’t have to end, but I really feel this way about this week. I have never been so relaxed in all my life, even with an energetic almost 2 year old who’s favorite thing to do is play under the foot shower. Life can’t get much better!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about:&lt;br /&gt;Always be a first-rate version of yourself instead of a second-rate version of someone else.-Judy Garland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-4850448111508974372?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4850448111508974372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=4850448111508974372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/4850448111508974372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/4850448111508974372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#4850448111508974372' title='Vacation Day 6 (Saturday)'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-8881469355509299556</id><published>2008-10-02T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:39:37.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day 5 (Friday)</title><content type='html'>What another beautiful day. The Gulf Coast is the next best thing to paradise! I can’t imagine how the beautiful heaven is going to be considering how absolutely beautiful it is down here! We have been so blessed that we’re still having excellent weather. Just to FYI it usually rains here every afternoon for about one hour, but the only time it has rained was Sunday night after we got here and we were on our way to bed. Our God is an awsome God for allowing us to be so truly blessed with a beautiful, free place to stay and to have gorgeous weather! Thank-You! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, again today we laid out on the beach and soaked up the rays all day and then tonight we actually went out for the first time (I’m not complaining this place is so much like home, I love just hanging out here). We went to a local restaurant, and Jeremy got his usual shrimp and scallops, I got my usual fried oysters and shrimp, and they were delicious! We learned tonight that Haley has another “high maintenance quality!” She loves shrimp. I had decided to share my food with her since she doesn’t eat that much, well she ate all of my shrimp but two. Don’t get me wrong I’m definitely not complaining, I’m thankful she ate. I do think it’s hilarious though that she can be so picky, but then love some things that most kids wouldn’t touch, like a couple of weeks ago she ate a ton of fried okra! I say yummy! Where even most adults are like gross! Anyways let me get off that subject. It was an absolute wonderful day and night. This is by far the best vacation I have ever been on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about: &lt;br /&gt;Many people never receive God’s best for them because they are addicted to the approval of others.-Joyce Meyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-8881469355509299556?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8881469355509299556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=8881469355509299556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/8881469355509299556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/8881469355509299556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#8881469355509299556' title='Vacation Day 5 (Friday)'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-3793495594954473288</id><published>2008-10-02T22:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:37:28.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day 4 (Thursday)</title><content type='html'>Well today was another great day! My best bud in the world, Wendy came down to enjoy this beautiful beach with us. Jeremy and Haley stayed upstairs and napped while we had fun laying on the beach laughing and joking and just enjoying each others company. The two of us have so much in common it’s scary! (I will blog about that later though.) We finally decided to get out of the sun and go shopping, so we took Haley with us and Jeremy stayed and hung out and joyed “his time.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was when the laughing tears really began. We decided to run by Chick-fil-a and get some sweet tea, before we went grocery shopping, and that was when the drama began! We went through the drive through, I paid, and the cashier handed me one tea, OK good so far, then she handed me another tea. Well in slow motion the top falls off and the entire large tea goes all over my dash, the floor, but mostly on my pants! My shorts were soaked completely. My seat had tea standing in it! But, the crazy thing was, it never touched my shirt or the hoodie I was wearing! I had to laugh, and even though I was now freezing, I wasn’t even mad!  We then made our way back to the condo and off we went again.&lt;br /&gt;This time we got stuck in traffic. Come to find out it is the start of bike week! No offense to anyone, but I’m by far not a bike chick (when I was in elementary school, my best friend’s dad almost died in a motorcycle accident, so that doesn’t help my look on them either). Anyways, it took us forever, to get to Target and then to Wal-Mart (yes, I went to Wal-Mart only because I couldn’t find an actual grocery store, but luckily I got to sit in the car and Wendy went in for me-I have panic attacks going to any Wal-Mart-and this is no joke). We finally made it back to this luxurious condo, and then Jeremy fired up the grill and we had some absolutely fabulous hamburgers! I am blessed to have a man that can truly grill some delicious food! We stuffed ourselves full until we could eat no more! Now off to bed we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about:&lt;br /&gt;Discontent dries up the soul.-Elisabeth Elliot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-3793495594954473288?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3793495594954473288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=3793495594954473288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/3793495594954473288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/3793495594954473288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3793495594954473288' title='Vacation Day 4 (Thursday)'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-744546180220248057</id><published>2008-10-02T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:37:21.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day 4 (Thursday)</title><content type='html'>Well today was another great day! My best bud in the world, Wendy came down to enjoy this beautiful beach with us. Jeremy and Haley stayed upstairs and napped while we had fun laying on the beach laughing and joking and just enjoying each others company. The two of us have so much in common it’s scary! (I will blog about that later though.) We finally decided to get out of the sun and go shopping, so we took Haley with us and Jeremy stayed and hung out and joyed “his time.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was when the laughing tears really began. We decided to run by Chick-fil-a and get some sweet tea, before we went grocery shopping, and that was when the drama began! We went through the drive through, I paid, and the cashier handed me one tea, OK good so far, then she handed me another tea. Well in slow motion the top falls off and the entire large tea goes all over my dash, the floor, but mostly on my pants! My shorts were soaked completely. My seat had tea standing in it! But, the crazy thing was, it never touched my shirt or the hoodie I was wearing! I had to laugh, and even though I was now freezing, I wasn’t even mad!  We then made our way back to the condo and off we went again.&lt;br /&gt;This time we got stuck in traffic. Come to find out it is the start of bike week! No offense to anyone, but I’m by far not a bike chick (when I was in elementary school, my best friend’s dad almost died in a motorcycle accident, so that doesn’t help my look on them either). Anyways, it took us forever, to get to Target and then to Wal-Mart (yes, I went to Wal-Mart only because I couldn’t find an actual grocery store, but luckily I got to sit in the car and Wendy went in for me-I have panic attacks going to any Wal-Mart-and this is no joke). We finally made it back to this luxurious condo, and then Jeremy fired up the grill and we had some absolutely fabulous hamburgers! I am blessed to have a man that can truly grill some delicious food! We stuffed ourselves full until we could eat no more! Now off to bed we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about:&lt;br /&gt;Discontent dries up the soul.-Elisabeth Elliot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-744546180220248057?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/744546180220248057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=744546180220248057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/744546180220248057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/744546180220248057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#744546180220248057' title='Vacation Day 4 (Thursday)'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-7558402640143758095</id><published>2008-10-02T22:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:34:44.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day 3 (Wednesday)</title><content type='html'>This morning we woke up and again it was another absolute gorgeous day. We went walking down the beach in our pajamas (all 3 of us)! Hey, we’re on vacation we can do whatever we want! We then spent the day again down stairs at the beach. Jeremy and myself made sand castles for Haley and she thought it was great to demolish them! We also went out into the ocean and of course we could hardly get Haley out of the water. I’m so thankful that she is a mini-beach bum! Later Jeremy and myself dug a hole and Haley got into and began to cover herself up all the way to her chest! I will say she had some help covering herself up when we realized that’s what she wanted to do. The funniest thing of the day was when we were leaving the beach though. I decided to pull her swimsuit and her swim diaper off and let her shower at the beach shower in the nude because she was so covered in sand. Let me just say that Jeremy and myself were in tears from laughing so hard as we watched her because she kept dancing and just having an absolute blast out there in the stark naked with a tan body, but a snow white behind. If only the rest of the world could have seen, the world would have had no tears except good ones for about 10-15 minutes yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had a great time as well. I made homemade shrimp jambalaya and let me just say that it was delicious. We watched the sunset again, and just enjoyed each other’s company. Life doesn’t get much better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about:&lt;br /&gt;Life isn’t a matter of milestones but of moments.-Rose Kennedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-7558402640143758095?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7558402640143758095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=7558402640143758095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/7558402640143758095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/7558402640143758095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7558402640143758095' title='Vacation Day 3 (Wednesday)'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-6027600270866046305</id><published>2008-10-02T22:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:30:42.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day 2 (Tuesday)</title><content type='html'>What another absolute gorgeous day! The weather is absolutely perfect! It is cool in the morning and evenings and hot during the day! This morning Haley woke up at 6:00 am (that would mean 7:00 our time and that’s late for her). She keeps me smiling most definitely. She automatically wanted to get up and go out on the deck, which I was most thankful for, but trying to keep her quiet for Jeremy to continue to sleep along with the neighbors was nearly impossible. At first she was OK we just sat and enjoyed the view, but then she decided to sing, and when she sings, she sings LOUD! It was so funny, I couldn’t help but to laugh though. She would close her eyes and swing her hips, and just belt out her own made up song. Well, I say it was funny until Jeremy came to the door and reminded me that we probably had neighbors, even though tourist season is over with (praise the Lord). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it finally got to be around 9:30 we went down to our chairs (we are blessed also because Pastor Johnny and Mrs. Janet, rent the “nice wooden chairs with an umbrella” year round). They have their names painted on them! Well, anyways while on the way to our chairs, Haley eyed the showers, and oh how she loves the outside shower! She would stand there all day if we would let her. I finally convinced her to go down to our chairs, and we played in the sand and then we took her into the water and she absolutely loved it! The funny thing is, she has this new fascination with sharks, not just Nemo, Dori, and Bubbles (characters from Finding Nemo), but she absolutely loves sharks. So we’re out in the ocean and she keeps squealing shark! Shark! She’s loud, but luckily no one heard her, or I am positive the beach would have been empty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Haley took a very long nap! And Jeremy was such an angel who volunteered to stay up stairs while she slept, so I trotted down and laid in the gorgeous sun. (He said he really wanted to though because he wanted his time in the chase lounge to be able to read, so I wasn’t gonna leave him on mommy duty to be mean or bossy, but if he wanted to volunteer I was great with that, I’m not a complete bum though, because I’ve been getting up with her at night).  When she woke up they came back down to the beach, and again we went splashing in the water, and this &lt;br /&gt;time we could hardly get Haley out she was having so much fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight, we ate dinner on our deck. This place is so nice I even volunteered to cook dinner! As we were sitting there eating and enjoying each other, without having to be on a strict schedule (when me and Haley are privileged to travel with Jeremy, he’s usually on a pretty strict work schedule) I watched the sun go down and just kept looking at God’s creation and beauty. It’s so amazing to watch the sun set with my favorite colors pink and orange, and to know that my Lord and Savior created it all! It was just amazing! I feel bad for people who’ve never taken the time to watch the sunset, who’ve never sat there and just breathed in and enjoyed the salty ocean air, and enjoyed the sand between their toes. What a gift it is to enjoy such a gorgeous creation! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about:&lt;br /&gt;Getting things accomplished isn’t nearly as important as taking time for love.-&lt;br /&gt;Janette Oke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-6027600270866046305?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6027600270866046305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=6027600270866046305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/6027600270866046305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/6027600270866046305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#6027600270866046305' title='Vacation Day 2 (Tuesday)'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-3108562628003751930</id><published>2008-10-02T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:23:58.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day 1 (Monday)</title><content type='html'>Jeremy, Haley and myself have been truly blessed! Pastor Johnny and Mrs. Janet allowed us to come down yesterday after church and stay free this week in there absolutely, most gorgeous condo, here in beautiful Panama City, FL (this is one hour down the coast from where I grew up in Pensacola Beach, FL). For those of y’all who’ve never been here been to the pan handle of Florida, you don’t know what you’re missing, it’s prettier than both Mexico and the Bahamas and most definitely anywhere on the Atlantic. The sand is snow white and even when you’re in water up to your neck you can still see your toes clearly. I should know I’m a true born and bread beach bum, and I’m proud of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways about the condo, like I said it’s absolutely gorgeous, and it takes a lot for me to say things like that, because most people don’t share my taste. Needless to say it takes a lot to impress me. But this place is gorgeous. My favorite is the guest bathroom and bedroom. The bathroom is orange, with you guessed it, a hot pink, orange and yellow polka-dotted shower curtain, rug and towels. The guest room has hot pink, orange, lime green and yellow bedding. It has stripes, with flip-flops, beach bags, and palm trees. It is so cute! This is my dream bedding and bathroom (not the actual bed though because it’s a bunk bed and I’m extremely anti-bunk beds and so are most pediatricians). Our room is huge! It has a king sized bed! And the actual furniture is really pretty and our bathroom is orange too! (Pink is my favorite, but I do have a passion about orange as well, or for that matter bright, funky colors). The living room is a pretty green and the couch is bright red! Our porch is huge! There are 2 tables on it and a chase lounge, and I forgot to tell you that we’re on the 17th floor! That’s not including the parking deck below the building, if you count that, were on the 20th floor! Talk about a view! It is so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about how gorgeous this place is, we had a great day! It was cool this morning and we took a walk on the beach, but by this afternoon it was hot! We saw quite a few dolphins swimming out in the gulf (yeah! that means no sharks, but to FYI, that’s another great thing about the gulf, there are much fewer sharks compared to the Atlantic)! We also sat on our huge deck and enjoyed the view, and just hung out. Jeremy says he’s thankful that I’m not one who needs to be doing something all the time. I told him I was thankful that he was the same way. Haley has also enjoyed herself. She loves to chase the seagulls on the beach, she loves to get in the gulf, she loves her room, she loves to go outside on the deck and she has claimed the chase lounge as hers! Can’t blame her, but maybe tomorrow while she’s taking her nap me or Jeremy can enjoy it as well. This is by far the best vacation so far. It’s free! We’re on the gulf coast, we’re in a beautiful place, and it’s just the 3 of us being beach bums. Life can’t get much better than this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about:&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn’t make the world go ‘round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. -Franklin P. Jones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-3108562628003751930?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3108562628003751930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=3108562628003751930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/3108562628003751930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/3108562628003751930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3108562628003751930' title='Vacation Day 1 (Monday)'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-890481792570824705</id><published>2008-09-18T22:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:45:23.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not About Me</title><content type='html'>Well, we survived The Timothy+Barnabas School! Just kidding, it was really great. For those of you who have never been to Gatlinburg, TN, I say go and visit. This true born and bred 1978 beach bum actually loves the mountains too. This was my fourth time going to this gorgeous, majestic place and Jeremy’s second time. When we weren’t “in session” we would walk the beautiful streets both in the afternoon and at night. It was great to have a “mini-vacation.” And I must admit that the reason I first decided to go was to go see the gorgeous mountains, but God and His great power really and truly worked on my heart as soon as we pulled up to the conference center as to why I was really there. To sum it up, to be students of the ministry. But as the time continued on I also realized that we were there to be a sounding board as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart really began to break for people. Many of the people who attended this “cool school” were really broken and beat up by there own congregation! And yes, this happens quite frequently. For example, Jeremy and myself met this older couple who were almost in tears because their congregation does not want to change. This older couple wants to reach out to the youth in there city, but the congregation doesn’t want teenagers in their church because they don’t like the way they dress! They don’t like the fact that kids like up-beat, modern sounding music! Ultimately the congregation doesn’t want to get out of their comfort zone to get more people to come to the Kingdom of God! Let me just stress that THIS MAKES ME SICK! No, I don’t always agree with what teenagers wear, but guess what, I am more worried about there souls than I am with the fact that they want to wear jeans to church on Sunday morning. Be thankful that they’re coming!  I also pray for myself and Jeremy that this yearning in our hearts never change, and I’m not just talking about kids, but with people everywhere. My prayer is that Christians everywhere will begin to be authentic. That we will not just be the average safe and successful Christian, but instead we will be passionate about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, He’s the only reason we’re here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading the book The Bathtub is Overflowing, but I Feel Drained by Lysa TerKeurst. This is one of the best books I have ever read and it’s for mommy’s! Well, this excerpt goes along with what I have been on my soap box about and I thought you might enjoy this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfortunately, we can experience a safe and successful Christian life without being passionate about the Lord. As Christians how do we measure success? In our westernized view, success is measured in ways that are easily quantifiable: how much do you know about God, how much you serve, what public policies you embrace, what kind of Christian friends you have, your spiritual reputation, the kind of money you make, the amount of money you give to God, how few hassles you have in life, how well your kids behave, and how consistent your spiritual routine is. The problem is that all these can be enjoyed  without having to passionately walk with God. But our kids, especially our most honest ones, are looking for something more authentic. When it isn’t there, it’s easy for them to be drawn to other options that work against everything we’ve tried to teach them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This “nugget” really hit home to me. I want to be authentic, and not just for Haley, but for myself. I hope that you too, will live passionately for Christ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-890481792570824705?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/890481792570824705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=890481792570824705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/890481792570824705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/890481792570824705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#890481792570824705' title='It&apos;s Not About Me'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-3554161297130226263</id><published>2008-09-01T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:24:03.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SLyjlc1UOJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YX2F97u3Jco/s1600-h/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SLyjlc1UOJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YX2F97u3Jco/s200/DSC01762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241243930142718098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we have stated before we are in the very early stages of potty training. Every time Haley uses the potty it cracks us both up because she likes to eat, drink and watch T.V. or she likes to hold on to one of her beloved purses. I thought you might enjoy these pics, but just to let you know, these were taken very early in the morning before she had a bath, because I am very big on not allowing my child to look like a rag-a-muffin in public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-3554161297130226263?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3554161297130226263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=3554161297130226263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/3554161297130226263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/3554161297130226263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#3554161297130226263' title='Potty Time'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SLyjlc1UOJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YX2F97u3Jco/s72-c/DSC01762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-3545433027799135390</id><published>2008-09-01T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:12:44.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Of The Year</title><content type='html'>Jeremy Davidson has been declared man of the year! Yesterday in church I got sick and let me stress puking up vile sick! I think it must have been a 24 hour bug, but bless his soul on the way home he had to stop on the interstate to let me puke some more and then when I got home I was so sick I couldn’t even keep down a popsicle! Every time I would puke, bless his dear soul he would come and get the trash can and empty it out! Kudos, baby, kudos! Because this poor guy can hardly change a poop diaper without puking (even though he does it and does it well)! So how in the world he cleaned up my vomit, took care of Haley (who is the queen of disgusting poop) and didn’t get sick himself I will never know, but God has truly blessed me with a man who is willing to do it all, no matter the sacrifice, especially in the stench department! I Love You Jeremy Davidson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-3545433027799135390?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3545433027799135390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=3545433027799135390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/3545433027799135390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/3545433027799135390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#3545433027799135390' title='Man Of The Year'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-895477046159811268</id><published>2008-09-01T22:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:27:08.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>Haley-bug caught the cold bug from wee school, so Jeremy and myself decided to let her sleep with me in the bed for a few nights and poor Jeremy would sleep on the couch. Well, the last night she slept in our bed she woke up at around 4:30 am and asked for “foo” (aka food). Well, myself being the loving mommy that I am could not resist my little angel’s request. So we went into the kitchen with the cell phone (to use as light, because our kitchen and  living room are connected) and I proceeded to get her a snack. If only I had known what I was getting myself into because an hour later she was HYPER! I finally got her to lay down and when she did she began to rub my back as if she knew how tired I was! She was the sweetest thing even though at one point I was ready to ring her neck! But when she started to rub my back, I melted all over again. She’s by far not the best bed buddy because she likes to sleep sideways on your head (no I’m not exaggerating), but it was all worth it to see how loving she really is in the wee hours of the morning and to see what a sleeping beauty she really is when she actually does go to sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For all the concerned grandparents out there she is much better now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SLykX7M2BUI/AAAAAAAAADE/j50RMLFVL2M/s1600-h/DSC01712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SLykX7M2BUI/AAAAAAAAADE/j50RMLFVL2M/s200/DSC01712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241244797287925058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-895477046159811268?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/895477046159811268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=895477046159811268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/895477046159811268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/895477046159811268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#895477046159811268' title='Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SLykX7M2BUI/AAAAAAAAADE/j50RMLFVL2M/s72-c/DSC01712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-5255712166482016072</id><published>2008-09-01T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:07:49.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy In The Making</title><content type='html'>Everyday Haley wants to become more and more grown up. In the mornings when she’s taking a bath she likes to bathe herself!  Once she’s dressed she likes to put on “her make-up” this consists of playing with my blush brush and then puckering up for some lip gloss (so she thinks anyways). And then she likes to help around the house. She loves to dust, sweep, sort laundry, load and unload the dish washer, straighten out the rug, and even vacuum.  Let me stress she loves doing these things and I don’t even ask her to help me! Along with the daily grind of house hold chores, she’s also doing a good job of taking care of her own babies. She likes to change there diapers and potty train them and especially wipe there rear ends! She also likes to feed them, give them a pacifier, and cover them up with blankets. She’s not quite 2 and she’s already got this mommy thing down great! Let’s just hope that the cleaning thing stays with her forever, or at least through her teen years, right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-5255712166482016072?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5255712166482016072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=5255712166482016072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/5255712166482016072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/5255712166482016072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5255712166482016072' title='Mommy In The Making'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-8639052878947793426</id><published>2008-09-01T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:04:58.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Shop-Aholic</title><content type='html'>As me and Jeremy have said before, our Haley-bug is a little shop-aholic! She loves to go to the mall (this includes Macy’s, Belk, Dillards, JC Penny, The Children’s Place, The Gap and Old Navy). She also likes ta-gi (aka Target), Ross, TJ Maxx, and anywhere that sells clothes, shoes and purses! The other day my great friend Wendy, my self and Haley went school/winter clothes shopping for my little angel thanks to the funds of Grandma Jodi! As we would go through the racks of clothes Haley would sift through them as well, making known what she really liked. We then took her into the dressing room to try on the assortment of clothes and that was when the show with her really began! She danced and pranced around admiring herself and our new finds in the mirror, but along with that, making sure that everyone else trying on clothes was looking at her as well! On the way home, Haley passed out with her new purse clutched to her as if it has $1,000,000.00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I began to hang up all of her pretty new clothes, it dawned on me how right Jeremy was about my “fascination with polka-dots!” I began to count Haley’s clothes, she has 34 outfits that have polka-dots (this includes clothes she wears now and clothes that will fit her in the winter) and 3 bathing suits with polka-dots! The sad thing is that’s not half of her clothes and she has 2 other bathing suits as well. I feel even worse, because I have not bought her hardly any of these outfits, and only one of the bathing suits! Talk about us being two very spoiled girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-8639052878947793426?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8639052878947793426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=8639052878947793426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/8639052878947793426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/8639052878947793426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8639052878947793426' title='Little Shop-Aholic'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-4538778914139967888</id><published>2008-09-01T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:03:00.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of School</title><content type='html'>Today was Haley’s first day of wee school! Last week Jeremy and myself took her to open house to meet her two teachers Mrs. Glenda and Miss Brittany. At open house she didn’t seemed to overwhelmed, more like “hey, I’m at church, my home away from home, so what else is new?” She did however fall in love with her new bag that wee school provides, and is required to take every time she goes (Tuesday and Thursday mornings). What can I say, she is a girly girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this morning we got up and I told her that she was going to school, and it didn’t seem to phase her one bit of course. We got ready and off to school we went. Well, I took her to her classroom (they’re called the ladybugs-too bad for the boys in her class) and she went right in like it was no big deal. Surprisingly, I didn’t even cry, I have been praying about that since I decided to let her go to school. At noon I went to pick her back up and she was still OK. Her poor teachers though, I felt sorry for them, because one of Haley’s classmates cried the entire time, talk about needing some medication, I would have charged some BC Powders to my work account if I were them. I asked her if she had fun and of course she said yes, they even have music class at wee school! And the hilarious thing was she has been trying to sing and do hand movements all day long! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish that her best friend Pearson was in her class, but unfortunately he goes on Monday and Wednesdays instead. For everyone who’s never seen him. He’s cute, blonde, but the by far the biggest kid in the class, where our Haley is definitely the runt of the bunch (she’s just now into 12 month clothes)! Let’s just say that everyone tells us we’re going to have our hands full when she’s a teenager with boys, but we already do, her five best friends are all boys! Pearson (her hugging buddy), Hudson (her ball playing buddy), Mack (she loves to rub his head and call his name), Toby (she makes goo-goo eyes at and calls him Bo-Bee) and Landon (she likes to hold his hand on the bye-bye buggy), Lord Please Help Us! We know that pretty girls turn heads, but our little girl is already breaking necks! Well, hopefully Thursday will go as well as today and she won’t flirt with anyone! That would sure make her Daddy happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-4538778914139967888?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4538778914139967888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=4538778914139967888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/4538778914139967888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/4538778914139967888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#4538778914139967888' title='First Day Of School'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-9107935603224281045</id><published>2008-09-01T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:57:52.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ribbons &amp; Bows</title><content type='html'>Haley has been her usual self and has continued to crack us up daily, but unfortunately Jeremy has had the computer out of town so I couldn’t write to keep a smile on everyone’s face. In the last few weeks Haley has become obsessed with hair bows, but she just calls them bows. She knows exactly where they are in her dresser drawer, and even though she cannot see them, she can get her tiny hands to open the drawer and pull them out. The funny thing is, as soon as she gets out of the bathtub each morning she immediately asks for her bow. The funny thing comes a few minutes later though, because she doesn’t just want one bow in her hair, she wants all 20 of them in her hair. I will sometimes give in and allow her to wear all of them around the house, but I refuse to let her be a pickaninnie out in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has also become so obsessed with bows, that the other night before she went to bed she insisted on sleeping with one in her hair. I picked out a soft headband so that it would be a little more comfortable. With that she also fell asleep with another one in her hand. Well, at around 3:00 am I heard Moooooooooooooomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I immediately got up and went into her room. The first thing she said as I entered into her room was “bow!” My prissy little girl realized that her bows were MIA. I informed her that I wasn’t going to fix her hair in the middle of the night. She then found both of them, took them and held on to them with one in each hand and went back to sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;I have learned to be careful for what you pray for, because I didn’t admit this for a long time until after Haley was born, but everyday that I was pregnant, I prayed for a prissy little girl, who had my dimples and Jeremy’s eyelashes, and God went beyond the call of duty and answered all three prayers, especially the prissy part. God please help us when she becomes a teenager!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-9107935603224281045?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9107935603224281045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=9107935603224281045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/9107935603224281045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/9107935603224281045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#9107935603224281045' title='Ribbons &amp; Bows'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-7009292460310824047</id><published>2008-07-31T08:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:05:10.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TobyMac Dance-A-Thon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7d74033785d9af55" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d74033785d9af55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331413688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E3F3E8ACA0A89566475E0D6046F5A471615E954.660CA50C89387BF694A136A159CC7A74FEA869AC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d74033785d9af55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkpiDDtgkW8myYa4DVQmHaGCH54E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d74033785d9af55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331413688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E3F3E8ACA0A89566475E0D6046F5A471615E954.660CA50C89387BF694A136A159CC7A74FEA869AC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d74033785d9af55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkpiDDtgkW8myYa4DVQmHaGCH54E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we have said before, "Haley absolutely loves tobyMac." She's become a tobyMac junkie. Haley first met them in concert at the 2008 Winter Xtreme Conference in Gatlinburg, TN and it was love at first sound. She came to me and asked to listen to "her" song, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burn For You,&lt;/span&gt; one night before going to bed. This is her normal reaction to listening to this particular song. ENJOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-7009292460310824047?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7d74033785d9af55&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7009292460310824047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=7009292460310824047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/7009292460310824047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/7009292460310824047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7009292460310824047' title='TobyMac Dance-A-Thon'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-7996609872829928184</id><published>2008-07-30T16:48:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:13:04.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out to the Ball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SJDT_5ELj4I/AAAAAAAAACk/6YmqikwgDDY/s1600-h/DSC01751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SJDT_5ELj4I/AAAAAAAAACk/6YmqikwgDDY/s200/DSC01751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228912261980721026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday night Jeremy and I experienced another first in our life together. We went to our first professional baseball game—the Atlanta Braves! We went with our friends Craig and Joanna (click &lt;a href="http://www.printroom.com/ViewGalleryPhoto.asp?evgroupid=0&amp;amp;userid=Braves&amp;amp;gallery_id=1198606&amp;amp;image_id=56"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for their picture) and we had a great time except for the temp! It was in the 90's! No one no's humidity like HOT-lanta! Too bad the Braves didn't, they got their butt's whooped 12-3! But through all of the blood, sweat, and tears—their blood, our tears—it was surprisingly fun! I must admit, I was just along to socialize at first, but when we got there  I had a completely different outlook—even though socializing was still half the fun. We took a tour of Turner Field Stadium and got to see the players warm up during batting practice—a.k.a. “BP.” We also got our picture taken, which you can view by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.printroom.com/ViewGalleryPhoto.asp?evgroupid=0&amp;amp;userid=Braves&amp;amp;gallery_id=1198606&amp;amp;image_id=47"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SJDUSgv5wiI/AAAAAAAAACs/iobZSDG6Aoo/s1600-h/DSC01738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SJDUSgv5wiI/AAAAAAAAACs/iobZSDG6Aoo/s200/DSC01738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228912581870731810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were there, we had to get something to eat. I broke my “Cardinal” rule and ordered the artery clogging, grease dripping, fat filled hot dog. Let’s just say, we lived to tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SJDU75iOvnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YHRP9PSVt_o/s1600-h/DSC01753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SJDU75iOvnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YHRP9PSVt_o/s200/DSC01753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228913292898909810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides all of the fun we had, we also had excellent seats! They were down the 3rd base line—Aisle 220, Row 4, Seats 1 &amp;amp; 2—and let’s just say, God was looking out for this claustrophobic chick! One hilarious thing I will admit about my goofy self and the evening—I can’t believe I’m admitting this! I stood up to cheer and do the tomahawk chop and when I went to sit down I missed my seat and fell on my rear end! Talk about embarrassing! Hopefully, no one really saw what happened, but then again, I’m not too worried about it, since it’s such a great laugh! In the end we didn’t get any fly balls or free t-shirts, but we did get some great pics. It’s just too bad Jeremy had to get up and go to work the next morning. And maybe next time the Braves will have a better night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of info to add to y’alls knowledge out there. Turner Field was where they had the 1996 Olympics! This was actually why Atlanta hosted the olympics, because the Braves stadium was in such bad shape. Cool Huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-7996609872829928184?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7996609872829928184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=7996609872829928184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/7996609872829928184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/7996609872829928184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7996609872829928184' title='Take Me Out to the Ball Game'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SJDT_5ELj4I/AAAAAAAAACk/6YmqikwgDDY/s72-c/DSC01751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-1153538280001349329</id><published>2008-07-28T16:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:13:04.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's The Boss?</title><content type='html'>Nicole and I have recently become aware of a new character trait that Haley has picked up (from who? nobody knows) and we hope she gets rid of it quickly. Someone has puffed up our little angel into becoming an extremely bossy britches who is suffering from tiny girl syndrome. Allow me to explain. When Haley does something that she is not supposed to do, we use reinforcement by telling her, “No, No!” When she continues to do something she is not suppose to do, we sit her in a “special chair” and make her sit in time-out. Haley is such a quick learner, and I mean a quick learner. She has learned what “No, No” and time-out means to the point of taking it to the next level. She now wants to be “Miss Mommy” and sit her babies in the “special chair” and proceed to wave her index finger up and down while telling them (you guessed it), “No, No!” This is the most hilarious thing because she not only does it with one baby, but all her babies and stuffed animals. But the britches get even bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SI4mtCEwzFI/AAAAAAAAACc/1-OYzeStC7s/s1600-h/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SI4mtCEwzFI/AAAAAAAAACc/1-OYzeStC7s/s200/DSC01481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228158772516539474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley has now taken it to the next level by going and putting on a display in her Sunday School class. When one of her little friends (for right now anyways) gets into trouble and the teacher disciplines them, up walks Haley. She thinks her friend didn’t get it the first time around and feels it’s her duty to point out the wrong yet again. She whips out that little finger like a sword and tells them, “No, No!” Thank goodness she doesn’t make them sit in time-out. The bad part about this incident is the fact that she is so funny when she does it, even her teachers laugh. These little britches are growing up to be bossy britches. With every hero comes a villain and this evil must be stopped. I guess it doesn’t help when we laugh, but it’s so stinking funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-1153538280001349329?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1153538280001349329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=1153538280001349329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/1153538280001349329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/1153538280001349329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1153538280001349329' title='Who&apos;s The Boss?'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SI4mtCEwzFI/AAAAAAAAACc/1-OYzeStC7s/s72-c/DSC01481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-8612642217018213854</id><published>2008-07-22T10:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:20:14.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensational Sunday School</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning, I got to hear my wonderful husband—and might I say, “hot husband”— speak again, but in Sunday School! And again he was awesome, not to mention the little sleep he had Saturday night from speaking at Dixie Speedway. (we didn’t get home until almost midnight) Alex Vann, our Sunday School teacher asked Jeremy if he could teach on the Holy Spirit, and of course he did a sensational job! He has worked his tail off this week preparing for it, the race track devotional, and the ton of other stuff he had to do this past week. I must say that I was extremely proud of him. Sorry for all of you who missed it, because he was phenomenal! Especially considering he was given such a hard and in-depth subject to talk about. That was my man at the lectern!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-8612642217018213854?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8612642217018213854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=8612642217018213854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/8612642217018213854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/8612642217018213854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8612642217018213854' title='Sensational Sunday School'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-5874023114231725274</id><published>2008-07-21T09:04:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:13:04.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Racing Riviera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SISOwGlzCII/AAAAAAAAACM/rAgm-altNaU/s1600-h/parking-redneck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SISOwGlzCII/AAAAAAAAACM/rAgm-altNaU/s200/parking-redneck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225458424710629506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am somewhat shocked to announce, that we survived the initiation process and it is official, we are now REDNECKS! Yes, you read this right, our necks are hand slapping candy apple RED! Allow me to explain. Jeremy was asked to pray and deliver a five minute devotional at Dixie Speedway in Woodstock, GA on Saturday night. This is a small dirt track, where amateurs race various kinds of cars. Pastor Johnny Hunt is the tracks chaplain and normally prays and delivers the devotional, but since he was away soaking up the rays in Panama City Beach, FL, Jeremy had the opportunity to fill in! Let me just say, that my Jeremy did awesome! But, I know that no one thought he would do any less, since he is so great! Even though he has preached before, he has never spoken to a crowd this big. They said there were about 5,000 people there at the race track!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great time. It was Jeremy and I’s third time going to the race track and Haley’s second—unless you want to count the time I was pregnant. We had the best seats in the house, they were box seats on the third floor, so we could see everything in the air condition without getting a red dust bath. Haley was so hilarious as she took turns standing in our laps and then in a chair of her own. As the cars would pass, she would just ooh and ah over the cars. Our prissy (and let me stress prissy) little girl, is officially a redneck! She loves country music and dirt track racing! I couldn’t be more proud! There’s nothing like a southern girl, especially one that’s a gorgeous little Georgia Peach or Sweet Carolina Girl—you know what they say, "There the best in the world." Love ya General Johnson, but peaches are great too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-5874023114231725274?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5874023114231725274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=5874023114231725274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/5874023114231725274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/5874023114231725274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5874023114231725274' title='Redneck Racing Riviera'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SISOwGlzCII/AAAAAAAAACM/rAgm-altNaU/s72-c/parking-redneck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-5308179541758553368</id><published>2008-07-17T22:28:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:13:05.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haley-Bonics</title><content type='html'>The majority of Haley’s speech occurs while crouching down low to the ground, making weird gyrations with her hands, and lots of babbling. When she gets on a roll, her face turns a few shades of red and babbling turns into squealing. Here are a few of Haley’s words that she has learned. This can either be called English or Haley-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bonics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank You = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kankoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; Fruit Snacks = Oh Oh’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anything other than Water &amp;amp; Coke = Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teeth = Tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheese = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; = Bo Bo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dory = Doe-wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chicken = Bock-Bock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cat = Mow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outside = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haley = Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Night Night = Ni-Ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yellow = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lelow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy = Da-ee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SIU_gLxJMiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DW-mIM-_S54/s1600-h/DSC01704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SIU_gLxJMiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DW-mIM-_S54/s200/DSC01704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225652764780605986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Words that Haley actually pronounces correctly include . . . Cookie, Bye-Bye, Yes, No, Hey, Uh-Oh, Coke, Ball, Phone, and Mommy. Another word she gets right is “shoes,” but she also thinks her socks are shoes. They say, "A picture is worth 1,000 words," you be the judge—do you think she likes shoes? She wants to wear them all the time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING, but is absolutely roll over, gut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wrenching&lt;/span&gt; hilarious, and I had to include it. While writing this post, Nicole and I have witnessed a major breakthrough in learning a little bit more about our furniture. Ladies and gentlemen, what you are about to read is indeed fact, not fiction. Nicole has just figured out that her feet do not touch the ground when sitting properly on our couch—mind you, she has had this couch for 8 years. This is just a glimpse into the life of a Davidson. I love my two girls.&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/7079910423061287370-5308179541758553368?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5308179541758553368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=5308179541758553368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/5308179541758553368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/5308179541758553368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5308179541758553368' title='Haley-Bonics'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SIU_gLxJMiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DW-mIM-_S54/s72-c/DSC01704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-3077507166403213401</id><published>2008-07-13T21:34:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:13:08.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombs Away</title><content type='html'>Saturday night Haley did something that was absolutely hilarious. All three of us were in her bedroom playing and a foul pungent odor hung in the air like an early morning fog. We knew the business deal had just went sour and we were on the raw end of this transaction. Now mind you, we’re in the beginning stages of potty training and have began asking Haley if she has used the bathroom in her diapers. Come to think about it, this is a weird phrase, “use the bathroom in your diapers.” How can you really go to the bathroom anywhere other than . . . the bathroom? I digress. Back to the story. She shakes her head yes, turns around, and tries to pull her diaper down to show us her prize—as if she has a trophy down there or something. We start laughing hysterically, she turns around and starts laughing, which makes it that much more stinking hilarious—literally . . . stinking. Kudos for Nicole being the first place winner who got to change her. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SHquDPMT5pI/AAAAAAAAABs/OTphSytAg8g/s1600-h/DSC01671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SHquDPMT5pI/AAAAAAAAABs/OTphSytAg8g/s200/DSC01671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222678088530519698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the middle of changing her diaper, Haley pinched her nose and said, “yucky.” We agreed totally and laughed some more. Oh there’s more. The saga continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SHqwiQWcjHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7IR7trBJPh8/s1600-h/DSC01696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SHqwiQWcjHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7IR7trBJPh8/s200/DSC01696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222680820440665202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allow me to paint the picture. Sunday night church service, two child care workers, an empty corner, a clean diaper—so far so good, and in walks Haley. She was immediately drawn to the corner of the room like a crazed zombie, squats down, and an explosion takes place like a small Hiroshima in her diaper—no joke, Pampers can hold a ton. She then proudly struts or waddles over to her beloved teacher, raises up her dress, and sticks out her rear end with her little panties showing, making it known that she had once again pooped! That's our Haley-bug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7079910423061287370-3077507166403213401?l=thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3077507166403213401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7079910423061287370&amp;postID=3077507166403213401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/3077507166403213401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7079910423061287370/posts/default/3077507166403213401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedavidsondiaries.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3077507166403213401' title='Bombs Away'/><author><name>The Davidson Diaries</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SHquDPMT5pI/AAAAAAAAABs/OTphSytAg8g/s72-c/DSC01671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7079910423061287370.post-2285646858534640771</id><published>2008-07-12T15:08:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:13:08.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about us'/><title type='text'>About the Davidson's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nicole's thoughts on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;JEREMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jeremy is a very hot and sexy blue eyed man of God who I love with all my heart. He is a hopeless romantic, the best Daddy in the world, a book worm who would rather see the movie, and a die hard Duke basketball fanatic. Some interesting facts to know about Jeremy is: He has one sexy gimpy "John Bunyan" toe that I love to message—How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news. He is more obsessed about his hair than Tom Cruise and he has better penmanship than a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jeremy's thoughts on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;NICOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nicole is an hourglass bombshell who is the CEO of her own corporation—Homemaker, Inc. She's my brown eyed girl (eat your heart out Van Morrison) who loves to dance and sleep, but not at the same time. Some interesting facts to know about Nicole is: She swishes coke around in her mouth before swallowing it. She logs on to Josh Turner's website daily. She would lay on the beach if given the chance, for the rest of her life. She was a hardcore Florida Gator maniac when we first met and couldn't name a single person on the roster. She has a weird fascination about polka dots and loves the color pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;HALEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Our pride, our joy, our fireball. She is a 21 month old ball of energy. Haley's name means "Hero," but we're beginning to think her name means "Princess do-it-myself." She loves talking on t.v. remotes and calculators like they are cell phones. She dances to tobyMac and Josh Turner (I wonder who brainwashed her). She hates underwear, end of movies, and anything on her hands. She is definitely a girly girl who loves purses, shoes, and shopping (Lord come quickly). She loves Finding Nemo and would watch it in her sleep if she could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SHk9Gs1aKLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aSXCwxHzn0M/s1600-h/DSC01684+b%26w.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZuV7wzTMyQ/SHk9Gs1aKLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aSXCwxHzn0M/s200/DSC01684+b%26w.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222272428236482738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Haley typed this blog post. 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