tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502990570669199732024-03-12T21:14:44.143-05:00fair but lovelyAshley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.comBlogger338125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-32965403666893969832013-01-29T14:01:00.000-06:002013-01-29T14:01:01.125-06:00I Got A New Blog!I've been blogging for a couple of years now and while I've loved it, I've also gotten a little bored with it (you could probably tell that since I hardly post anymore)! I've gone on a little search for my "blogger identity" and decided to do a little refining. <div>
To do that, I've started a totally new blog, with a new name, new look, and new site. In this season of my life, motherhood is my main focus. Being a mom has been challenging. It has broken my selfishness, matured me, and pushed me to find my true strengths and weaknesses. </div>
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I am also a huge resource finder and user. Without them, I don't know where I'd be. When I find a great resource that helps me, I tell everyone about it. <div>
This is what my new blog with be about - the hardships of motherhood with some helpful resources to get us all through. </div>
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You can now find me at drowninginthekiddiepool.wordpress.com. I hope you follow and find the strength you need for this crazy journey called "life."</div>
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Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-41653325821598753322012-12-06T13:50:00.000-06:002012-12-06T13:52:44.486-06:00Bringing Back South Africa<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5eFZTatoXg/UMD3jbZshvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/OrIdQXhLHfU/s1600/photo-764487.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5eFZTatoXg/UMD3jbZshvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/OrIdQXhLHfU/s320/photo-764487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5818922906585695986" /></a></p>After going to South Africa this past summer, we fell so in love with the culture that there were a few things I had to bring back and make a part of our own family culture. One main thing was "Tea Time". I tried really hard but found I'm just not a tea person. I love the idea behind it, though, of taking time out of your day no matter what you are doing to sit down and rest or visit with family and friends. The second was the picture below. The restaurants and the Bed and Breakfast we stayed in always had simple white candles on the tables. We would sit down for dinner just before nightfall, got wrapped up in each others company, and before we knew it, candle light was all around. With a little Christmas flare added in, I finally got my candles and I'm looking forward to enjoying family dinners in candle light.Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-44200606232106632202012-12-05T12:12:00.001-06:002012-12-05T12:12:24.518-06:00So....So....Obviously the move threw me for a loop. If you didn't know, we moved to Metairie (about 30 minutes from where we lived before). I love it, love it, love it. I'm only 10 minutes or less away from Target and cute local grocery stores! Of course that is a double edged sword if you know what I mean. We painted the whole house and by that I mean the WHOLE house. Every room and its matching closet. The bathrooms, the laundry room, the hallway, the kitchen. We started attending a new church, trying to meet new people. The boys started yet another new school right down the street. Can I say I love the bus service! All of this newness, though wonderful, has been a lot for me at once. Thank God for His Word, books, family and Jesus that will get us all through!<br />
My heart feels like it's in a place of vulnerability and tenderness. I feel like I'm walking on shaky ground. Will this next step I take cause me to stand strong or crumble and fall? I learned about God's grace in a new way. I always thought of God's grace as the umpf that was gonna help me get through a struggling season of life. Instead, the actual struggle may very well be His grace to expose and free me from my bondage to ME. My dependance on myself. Struggles bring you to the end of yourself, making you realize that your identity, meaning, purpose, and inner sense of well being was in you or in something/someone else.<br />
If you asked me who/what do I trust in, I'd give you a quick "Jesus!" answer. But over the last couple of weeks I've realized my hope for happiness has been in things. God puts us in struggling circumstances we never would have designed for ourselves. Those circumstances cause us to give up, let go, and look for something sustainable to depend on - Jesus.<br />
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Psalm 69:1-2<br />
Save me, O God, for the floodwaters are up to my neck. Deeper and deeper I sink into the mire; I can't find a foothold to stand on. I am in deep water and the floods overwhelm me.<br />
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Psalm 28:7<br />
The Lord is my strength, my shield from every danger. I trust in him with all my heart. He helps me, and my heart is filled with joy. I burst out in songs of thanksgiving.Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-27744075376546608062012-10-17T11:22:00.000-05:002012-10-17T11:24:15.987-05:00A Good Mom<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aH7WurytulE/UH7bsTzjbpI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ix34MotNl2U/s1600/photo-755988.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aH7WurytulE/UH7bsTzjbpI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ix34MotNl2U/s320/photo-755988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5800314924377009810" /></a></p>My "mom life" has been difficult lately. I remember when I was newly married. I not only had a new husband, but I had a new house in a new city, attended a new church with all new people. Ten years later, I have found myself back in that similar situation, only this time not as scary. I'm in a new house, now with 4 children, 2 of them going to a new school, in a new neighborhood, and a new church trying to make new friends. I thought that sending 2 of my 4 kids to school was going to be a breeze at home, providing ample time to get settled in. It turns out that the two that stay home with me happen to be my "clingy" ones who demand my attention all day long. So while I'm trying to answer their calls, I've got a huge list of "to do's" floating around in my head, which has made me a little edgy (more like a lot edgy).
<br>Sitting down to play with my kids has always been a struggle for me so this morning during the baby's nap, I decided to ask my 4-year old what makes a good mom:
<br>1. She sweeps the floor
<br>2. She makes stuff for us and others
<br>3. She shares her stuff
<br>4. She invites other kids over to play
<br>While I'm sure each kid would have a different list, that's pretty simple. I know I still need to work on playing with them more, but I wonder if the "good mom list" in our heads is unnecessarily overwhelming us. Being a mom isn't easy. Being a good mom is even harder.Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-44111177307977417902012-09-24T22:10:00.000-05:002012-09-24T22:12:01.165-05:00Captain Mazie!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk8wjzIhb0k/UGEhAQsQVmI/AAAAAAAAArk/ceOJ-fUrRUg/s1600/photo-721166.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk8wjzIhb0k/UGEhAQsQVmI/AAAAAAAAArk/ceOJ-fUrRUg/s320/photo-721166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5791946884139472482" /></a></p>This is what she likes to play with. She is not interested in dolls at all. She'd rather play with a toy lion or bear while she growls at it. She is a good mixture of spunky and sweet.Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-48497151028569485462012-09-06T10:52:00.000-05:002012-09-06T10:55:22.377-05:00Hurricane Isaac<div class="mobile-photo">
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We decided to go to Houston for the hurricane and God opened up a family's heart for us to stay with them. We didn't see a drop of rain. We had a great time as a family while we were there and experienced minor wind damage to our house. Aaron came back early to clean out our fridge and he wiped us out! We have slowly begun refilling it and are doing fine.Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-34195901690096694572012-08-20T17:30:00.001-05:002012-08-20T17:30:43.994-05:00Summer 2012<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8YC792RZF4/UDK6lFSYgYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/lB3JgM9E4Ns/s1600/photo-743995.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8YC792RZF4/UDK6lFSYgYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/lB3JgM9E4Ns/s320/photo-743995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778886418106974594" /></a></p>School has begun and summer vacation is officially over. The boys were very busy with art camp, football camp, sports camp, swimming lessons, and playgroups. Mazie pretty much tagged along. Below are a few of my favorite pictures of the summer. Keep scrolling to see them all!Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-61438462640284329412012-08-18T20:18:00.000-05:002012-08-18T20:35:18.176-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--0IWo7q1xe8/UDBC14M5SkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/G6qq6hdSp5c/s1600/photo-718177.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--0IWo7q1xe8/UDBC14M5SkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/G6qq6hdSp5c/s320/photo-718177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778191815303318082" /></a></p>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-33412632672836215342012-08-18T14:33:00.008-05:002012-08-18T18:42:36.707-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_BPycJCgQk/UDAobGbMZJI/AAAAAAAAAn0/B1YKHim9kgw/s1600/photo-756710.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_BPycJCgQk/UDAobGbMZJI/AAAAAAAAAn0/B1YKHim9kgw/s320/photo-756710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778162767962596498" /></a></p>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-72042676733802413512012-08-18T14:33:00.007-05:002012-08-18T18:42:27.495-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv12q1E4PO8/UDAoZDXaHAI/AAAAAAAAAno/eXsFJsr1k6E/s1600/photo-747499.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv12q1E4PO8/UDAoZDXaHAI/AAAAAAAAAno/eXsFJsr1k6E/s320/photo-747499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778162732781673474" /></a></p>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-51210261955072586622012-08-18T14:33:00.006-05:002012-08-18T18:42:17.927-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOrNjI0jOfM/UDAoWiI1uqI/AAAAAAAAAnc/MCdwC0UVUqc/s1600/photo-737929.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOrNjI0jOfM/UDAoWiI1uqI/AAAAAAAAAnc/MCdwC0UVUqc/s320/photo-737929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778162689502460578" /></a></p>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-27444709301029730332012-08-18T14:33:00.005-05:002012-08-18T18:41:09.132-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mbetZWEhuwQ/UDAoFVUnCaI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/X5afnRxUqfQ/s1600/photo-769134.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mbetZWEhuwQ/UDAoFVUnCaI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/X5afnRxUqfQ/s320/photo-769134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778162394004392354" /></a></p>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-24126309273818221952012-08-18T14:33:00.004-05:002012-08-18T18:39:31.608-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu-CnNMmd40/UDAns6i4qKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ZeUQOB0nWFs/s1600/photo-771611.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu-CnNMmd40/UDAns6i4qKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ZeUQOB0nWFs/s320/photo-771611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778161974499649698" /></a></p>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-82206477741807972172012-08-18T14:33:00.003-05:002012-08-18T18:39:12.314-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrrVD4_TnQ4/UDAnoK6AyrI/AAAAAAAAAm0/O3-ZxH12sMQ/s1600/photo-752317.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrrVD4_TnQ4/UDAnoK6AyrI/AAAAAAAAAm0/O3-ZxH12sMQ/s320/photo-752317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778161892992273074" /></a></p>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-31839234689376431432012-08-18T14:33:00.002-05:002012-08-18T18:36:28.715-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLgwCznhTKc/UDAm_PLtM_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/csGTbf8GaIw/s1600/photo-788717.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLgwCznhTKc/UDAm_PLtM_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/csGTbf8GaIw/s320/photo-788717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778161189765592050" /></a></p>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-34912958132904116442012-08-18T14:33:00.001-05:002012-08-18T18:36:09.400-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWzcbo0qCw4/UDAm6QBeykI/AAAAAAAAAmc/xg1MeFl141U/s1600/photo-769403.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWzcbo0qCw4/UDAm6QBeykI/AAAAAAAAAmc/xg1MeFl141U/s320/photo-769403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778161104091793986" /></a></p>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-29578225005024099782012-08-18T14:33:00.000-05:002012-08-18T18:35:20.069-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rthlv8Nw2ZM/UDAmuQBY9aI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0lswg9ruCVk/s1600/photo-720073.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rthlv8Nw2ZM/UDAmuQBY9aI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0lswg9ruCVk/s320/photo-720073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778160897932981666" /></a></p>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-15347390323299689392012-08-18T14:32:00.000-05:002012-08-18T14:50:29.849-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6EijA1wIw-o/UC_yBsrwieI/AAAAAAAAAlM/VGCXCbpVlNw/s1600/photo-729850.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6EijA1wIw-o/UC_yBsrwieI/AAAAAAAAAlM/VGCXCbpVlNw/s320/photo-729850.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778102957928122850" /></a></p>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-61591494443287703882012-08-18T13:35:00.000-05:002012-08-18T13:50:52.745-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHVcW8pJRKg/UC_kDR7M82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/z-WnAxMpGls/s1600/photo-752746.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHVcW8pJRKg/UC_kDR7M82I/AAAAAAAAAkw/z-WnAxMpGls/s320/photo-752746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778087591942091618" /></a></p>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-82317212904115916942012-08-17T20:17:00.000-05:002012-08-17T23:53:18.593-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUge89n5nPk/UC8fvtcMxjI/AAAAAAAAAkU/t4v0tMqle_0/s1600/photo-798595.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUge89n5nPk/UC8fvtcMxjI/AAAAAAAAAkU/t4v0tMqle_0/s320/photo-798595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5777871751451821618" /></a></p>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-24123685415571887702012-08-17T20:16:00.000-05:002012-08-17T20:27:02.280-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZkOn9SLxwM/UC7vZozDrJI/AAAAAAAAAj4/HRH_wvq1eiQ/s1600/photo-722281.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZkOn9SLxwM/UC7vZozDrJI/AAAAAAAAAj4/HRH_wvq1eiQ/s320/photo-722281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5777818595690261650" /></a></p>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-9052349054869638232012-07-28T08:40:00.003-05:002012-07-28T08:40:43.130-05:00Lost and FoundHave you ever been lost before? No, I mean REALLY lost? Especially with all the high tech gadgets out there now, it's probably unusual these days. I remember the first time I got lost. I was a new teenage driver on the interstate and somehow got off the wrong exit. I knew I wasn't far from home, but didn't yet know how to turn around and get back on. That was before cell phones and I clearly wasn't in an area where I could stop and ask for directions.<br />
I just recently experienced it again. I was on my way to meet my mom about an hour away. Unfortunately I didn't get clear directions or the final destination before I started driving. I got general directions from my husband and was on my way. I soon realized I was low on gas, but figured I'd make it. After driving 30 minutes or so, I realized I had missed my exit. My mom happened to call at the right time to help me out. She rerouted me and we were on our way, again. She basically told me to go all the way down a certain road and when I couldn't go anymore, turn left (which I soon found out was a common direction people gave in the area).<br />
After driving about 30 minutes out of the way, I ended up in this little ol' country town where gas stations are 25 miles apart, you drive by at least a million of the exact same looking trees, and you have no cell phone service! Thankfully I found a gas station and was able to refuel. Just as I got the correct address and punched it in on my phone GPS, my phone died! Now I was up a creek without a paddle because I had no idea where I was and no idea where I was going. After asking two different people for directions along the way, we managed to get there.<br />
Ever feel like this in life? Sometimes I do. I get lost. I forget my purpose. I feel like I'm driving by the same looking trees over and over again, seemingly going nowhere. My view ahead looks exactly the same as my rearview. I think about how I can get the most out of this season of my life and where I am supposed to be going. I know that God knows, but that doesn't always make the anxious feelings and thoughts easier to handle. I wonder is there really a destination for me? Will I ever get there? How will I get there? Will I like it or will I feel stuck? Will I feel alone or will there be people that come along on this journey with me, etc. I have to remind myself that God is a good God. He knows me. He knows my purpose and will choose good things for me that I will like as He has always done.<br />
I don't know what your GPS looks like, but on my phone the green dot is the starting point, the red one is the final destination, and I am the moving blue dot. Just like I look at my phone and see the overhead view, so does God. He saw my starting point, he sees my final destination, and I am the blue dot that he watches as I move along the map (Psalm 139). There is story after story in the Bible of God watching and knowing our lives and this brings me comfort. So though I still don't have the answers to where am I and where I am going, I know that He does. Though I sometimes feel lost, the truth is that I have already been found (Proverbs 3:5-6).Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-1964891071683959392012-07-14T22:31:00.004-05:002012-07-14T22:31:52.118-05:00Mom ThoughtsOne thing I've learned over the last eight years of mothering is that there are good times and not so good times. There are days where you feel like you're actually doing pretty good as a mom, your kids seem like they're growing in the right direction, they're good and easy for you, they seem happy and that makes you happy. But there are also those days that seem like weeks where everything seems like work. Just the thought of going out with the kids seems overwhelming, yet if you stay home, your walls might cave in on all of you and you might not survive. They argue, they complain, they whine, they fight, they argue and complain some more, and by the end of the day, you collapse.<div>
It's amazing how the weather has a lot to do with it. Two weeks ago it was warm and beautiful. Days full of swimming potential. And we took full advantage. This past week however has been rain every day. We've been stuck inside. You can only watch so many movies, play so many games, make so many cookies, take so many naps, have so many time-outs before you quickly feel like you've run out of options. </div>
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I used to think I wasn't a self-motivating person, but motherhood (i.e.desperation) has turned me into one. I read as many mother centered books and magazines I can, I listen to family focused podcasts, I read the Bible as much as I can, I get busy, I slow down, I spend time with other moms when I can and all of that has truly helped to get me through. I find that staying a "learner" helps to keep you moving so you don't get stuck. I love hearing other mom's real life stories to find out they don't have it all together either. They too, like all of us, have good days and not so good days. It helps to remember this is a season of life. There will be change up ahead. It's not knowing how and when the change will come that is hard for most of us. </div>
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Deuteronomy 31:8 "The Lord goes before you. Do not be afraid. He will not forsake you."</div>Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-68379918858595489142012-07-05T17:07:00.000-05:002012-07-05T17:08:20.973-05:00Happy Fourth!!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSfja9oKfzw/T_YQVVl2xvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8SWXrfE8wCw/s1600/photo-700975.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSfja9oKfzw/T_YQVVl2xvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8SWXrfE8wCw/s320/photo-700975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5761810732026349298" /></a></p>We started the day hanging out in our pjs until 11am, went to a party, swam in a pool, walked in a parade, ate tons of food and dessert, and ended the night with a firework show at a local church.Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050299057066919973.post-63607033279989616962012-07-05T17:03:00.001-05:002012-07-05T17:03:39.993-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWHQmGKhHa8/T_YPPONk3VI/AAAAAAAAAjc/1yYyV-SG61c/s1600/photo-719994.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWHQmGKhHa8/T_YPPONk3VI/AAAAAAAAAjc/1yYyV-SG61c/s320/photo-719994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5761809527454621010" /></a></p>Mazie's not liking the fireworks too much. She's holding on to daddy for dear life!Ashley Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649563035912804833noreply@blogger.com0