tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79183283084606976722012-02-16T19:49:30.943-08:00A firsthand account of life in the eyes of a six-going-on-seven-year-old.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15205044925053114563noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918328308460697672.post-24542616450135099982009-06-14T12:37:00.000-07:002009-06-14T12:53:53.180-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/SjVUko9asbI/AAAAAAAAACI/ShbI2W5kvMU/s1600-h/DSCF1570.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/SjVUko9asbI/AAAAAAAAACI/ShbI2W5kvMU/s320/DSCF1570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347273121019376050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/SjVUkevZTnI/AAAAAAAAACA/xTkg7ienLyQ/s1600-h/DSCF1569.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/SjVUkevZTnI/AAAAAAAAACA/xTkg7ienLyQ/s320/DSCF1569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347273118276210290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/SjVUkJllhvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cqZM5kbV-Sc/s1600-h/DSCF1568.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/SjVUkJllhvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cqZM5kbV-Sc/s320/DSCF1568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347273112597923570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/SjVUjxyxB5I/AAAAAAAAABw/qem3c32lSAg/s1600-h/DSCF1567.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/SjVUjxyxB5I/AAAAAAAAABw/qem3c32lSAg/s320/DSCF1567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347273106210752402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/SjVUjrHHTbI/AAAAAAAAABo/VxMBza7mUwo/s1600-h/DSCF1566.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/SjVUjrHHTbI/AAAAAAAAABo/VxMBza7mUwo/s320/DSCF1566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347273104417050034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/SjVTcrnk22I/AAAAAAAAABg/wcFFvYcAcIQ/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/SjVTcrnk22I/AAAAAAAAABg/wcFFvYcAcIQ/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347271884782492514" /></a><br />Yesterday, I put on sunglasses. They were my Mom's. Mommy and Sydney were in the pictures I took. We put the sunglasses on because it was summer. And we were being  cool. I went to Chapters, the book store, and got a 'Movie Star Magic' box. It had a necklace, bracelet, some earrings, sunglasses, and make up inside it. There was a mirror on the box. The sunglasses are pink. If you put the sunglasses on, everything looks blue. Here's what the glasses look like. I'm trying to look like a movie star in this picture. Here are the pictures with Mom and Sydney, too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918328308460697672-2454261645013509998?l=kkwoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15205044925053114563noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918328308460697672.post-48948402369848546232009-05-25T18:58:00.000-07:002009-05-25T19:05:57.214-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/ShtN3TXsa1I/AAAAAAAAABY/LpU6whGIP6c/s1600-h/DSCF1482.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/ShtN3TXsa1I/AAAAAAAAABY/LpU6whGIP6c/s320/DSCF1482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339947395665652562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/ShtNk92nE_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/0p3V6yXRmys/s1600-h/DSCF1480.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/ShtNk92nE_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/0p3V6yXRmys/s320/DSCF1480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339947080652100594" /></a><br />My mom painted our nails. If you see the red ones, those are Mommy's. Mine are the pink ones. I was going to take pictures of my toe nails but they didn't show up that well. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918328308460697672-4894840236984854623?l=kkwoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15205044925053114563noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918328308460697672.post-18286592977721734662009-05-21T18:26:00.000-07:002009-05-21T18:33:09.982-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/ShYAwdrvM9I/AAAAAAAAABA/LQhIBhZNbNc/s1600-h/DSCF1461.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/ShYAwdrvM9I/AAAAAAAAABA/LQhIBhZNbNc/s320/DSCF1461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338455240896099282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/ShYAbGPm-BI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TV8docHHH5g/s1600-h/DSCF1460.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bQD4Lf7W1Y/ShYAbGPm-BI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TV8docHHH5g/s320/DSCF1460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338454873826850834" /></a><br />I was at my friend's house, Sam, yesterday. And I brought my camera. I took pictures at their house. I told them to make funny faces. So here they are. The girl in the picture is Ella. Reese is there too. Reese was the smallest one. Ella was the medium one. And Sam was the biggest one. Sam was being crazy. Ella and I liked that. Instead of playing at Ella's we played at Sam's. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7918328308460697672-1828659297772173466?l=kkwoolf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15205044925053114563noreply@blogger.com6