<?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-3629878873692860689</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:54:24.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Every Day...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noakeschatter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629878873692860689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noakeschatter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629878873692860689/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Noakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781061996058471481</uri><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>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629878873692860689.post-3198689196861548510</id><published>2009-10-17T00:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:10:02.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They are home and I finally have a "real" post on here with pictures!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394165206919673426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/StvsrRo39lI/AAAAAAAADb4/s3cPJujnBz0/s400/backpack-034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boys made it home safe &amp;amp; sound...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all digits still in tact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Stvr6NCr7MI/AAAAAAAADbg/oJLp-b9QaDk/s1600-h/backpack-036_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394164363872169154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Stvr6NCr7MI/AAAAAAAADbg/oJLp-b9QaDk/s320/backpack-036_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys actually did &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; well - they walked the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ENTIRE 11 miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I was for sure the hike would be way too much for them, especially Luke. They made a deal with dad about not complaining and dad said they did an excellent job of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not complaining the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I thought with the cold, it would be super hard and that the boys wouldn't have much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Stvr6NCr7MI/AAAAAAAADbg/oJLp-b9QaDk/s1600-h/backpack-036_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys did great!!! The temperature didn't get quite as cold at night, only down to the low 40s. The boys did say it was harder to hike the second day than the first day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394164717390280354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/StvsOx_-NqI/AAAAAAAADbo/ECAFKvOiWVw/s400/backpack-005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO grateful to have such a wonderful husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who is SO great with the kids and SO willing to do things like this with his kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure this will be the first of &lt;strong&gt;MANY&lt;/strong&gt; camping/hiking trips my boys get to go on with their dad. I am grateful for their safe arrival back home and that they had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The whole 11 mile hike gang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394164939930669426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/StvsbvBvEXI/AAAAAAAADbw/NP36o-xVIX8/s320/backpack-008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for an added bonus to the day, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ethan lost his 5th tooth&lt;/span&gt;. He has had this tooth on the top that just would not come out. It (as you can tell by the picture) was very loose and cock-eyed in his mouth.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394170514108479138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/StvxgMdSdqI/AAAAAAAADcA/4fvbjga8rDQ/s320/backpack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been asking him for weeks if I can just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;flick the thing out&lt;/span&gt;. And he has always responded that it isn't ready to come out. He even lost one tooth on the bottom next to the front two before this top one would come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys were outside &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;wrestling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; around after they got home from camping &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(don't ask me HOW they had the energy to do that)&lt;/span&gt; and Ethan ran inside with blood all over inside his mouth and said, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Luke knocked my tooth out."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not)&lt;/span&gt; secretly thrilled to have this tooth finally come out. I was so happy that I even gave Luke 50 cents for knocking Ethan's tooth out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; those super cute grins with the missing front teeth - and now Ethan has a perfect song to sing for the ward talent show coming up before Christmas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394173666012607362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Stv0XqNys4I/AAAAAAAADcQ/m4csknVqQXM/s400/cute-em-006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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NOT to mention &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Luke, Linz and Emmett are sleeping and Ethan is engrossed in his book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have 2 loads of laundry going as well - so I have a few minutes to do some pictures quickly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And well I &lt;strong&gt;STARTED&lt;/strong&gt; the post while I had 3 kids sleeping the day after our trip but I am just &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt; getting it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys had an opportunity to earn free tickets to Six Flags at school by reading for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They both did this and got their free tickets. So, we decided to make it a family trip - We went yesterday (Tuesday.) Nate took the day off and my dad went with us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;weather was not looking good for our Tuesday trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Monday called for rain ALL day as well as Tuesday. As it got closer to Tues. I was getting worried. The weather still said rain - BUT Nate already had the day off, so we headed out and HOPED for the best!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POURED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the entire way there!!! The rain stopped about 5 minutes before we got to the park and we didn't see a drop the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND this is how our day was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PERFECT weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PERFECT crowds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PERFECT kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PERFECT fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PERFECT timing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PERFECT parking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can you tell we had a good day?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjx6J-laBNI/AAAAAAAADaQ/lFfZ5VtZYww/s1600-h/six-flags-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349284769246610642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjx6J-laBNI/AAAAAAAADaQ/lFfZ5VtZYww/s400/six-flags-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Things I will remember about the day/Things I LOVED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to see my kids play and work together &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(deciding which ride to go on next - Ethan played with Linz in the water and helped her. Luke took Linz on a few rides and also played in the water with her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luke's favorite ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; along with the airplane ride. We also got to ride this ride multiple times in a row and several times throughout the day. Let me just say that weight plays a HUGE factor on this ride. The time we rode this with a larger "size" family we got WAY wetter than any other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349276769733728242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjxy4WE6V_I/AAAAAAAADZA/ab2XyEeYPpg/s400/six-flags-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just had to include this picture - for memory sake. Nate was standing on the bridge taking some pictures of us and he told the boys to look and smile &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the first picture is what he got)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt; I said OK I get to eat your treat and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IMMEDIATELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they changed to the 2nd picture. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The other riders got a HUGE kick out of this and they got to see what well behaved kids I have - &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with the right incentive anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349276775330914610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjxy4q7YoTI/AAAAAAAADZI/ruYGSNa5ICc/s400/six+flags+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that my dad got to come with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349278538582265506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjx0fTjRDqI/AAAAAAAADZ4/EtLPLKJrkMs/s320/Six-Flags-023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to walk one on one with them and hold their hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to ride with each of them alone at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to see them ride w/grandpa and hold his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjx0Jfp6T2I/AAAAAAAADZo/tH1F8BqB06M/s1600-h/Six-Flags-077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349278163874238306" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjx0Jfp6T2I/AAAAAAAADZo/tH1F8BqB06M/s200/Six-Flags-077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjx0Jj6kPsI/AAAAAAAADZw/X2ZGspQGjPM/s1600-h/Six-Flags-081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349278165017837250" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjx0Jj6kPsI/AAAAAAAADZw/X2ZGspQGjPM/s200/Six-Flags-081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; how brave they were in trying new &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and sometimes scary&lt;/span&gt; rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; how Emmett was a perfect little angel the entire day &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I TRULY have been blessed with a WONDERFUL baby!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349276783427639330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjxy5JFy2CI/AAAAAAAADZY/HQdl9wtG32U/s400/six+flags+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVED &lt;/strong&gt;how all the kids walked almost the entire day (even as we were leaving the park all three of the big kids walked to the van - I thought for sure Linz would konk out in the afternoon and take a short nap - but she didn't and she walked all day long!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349278547316591794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjx0f0FsTLI/AAAAAAAADaI/U44dg_D7Vkc/s320/Six-Flags-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that our kids are OK with sharing the treats we got and don't demand to have their own (we got a strawberry lemonade slushy and some cotton candy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that the kids didn't cry or fuss too much when we didn't play any of the carnival games or buy them the capes and swords that they saw everyone have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that the boys were &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; proud that they had earned their &lt;strong&gt;own tickets&lt;/strong&gt; to get in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that Ethan was so adventurous and brave to ride the big roller coasters &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(there were only 3 rides in the whole park he couldn't ride. Each kid was barely tall enough for 3 of the cut offs. You had to be 54" to ride anything - 48" was the next cutoff and Ethan is 48 1/2" - 42" was the next cutoff and Luke is 43" - 36" is the last cutoff and Linz is 36 1/2".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was my, Nate and Ethan's favorite ride&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evil Knievel&lt;/span&gt; - a &lt;strong&gt;WAY&lt;/strong&gt; fun roller coaster. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lines were so short we got to ride this roller coaster 4 times in a row without even getting out of our seats - and this was at about 4 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349278542805119058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjx0fjSEsFI/AAAAAAAADaA/wpcuf6qX4EU/s320/Six-Flags-097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that we stayed together as a family almost the entire day. It was SO fun to be together to laugh and play and share some great memories.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349276777637964754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjxy4zhba9I/AAAAAAAADZQ/2RMGvlWmj2A/s400/six+flags+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjxy5FUw3wI/AAAAAAAADZg/IMPcrH5dd04/s1600-h/six-flags-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349276782416682754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjxy5FUw3wI/AAAAAAAADZg/IMPcrH5dd04/s400/six-flags-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carousel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - not the most exciting ride but going on it as a family was fun AND you gotta ride it at least once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349289128834134306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sjx-HvUEcSI/AAAAAAAADaY/XcQLx88zViY/s400/six-flags7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This trip was definitely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;worth every penny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we spent on it AND I'd do it again in a heartbeat. The kids have already been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;asking when we get to go again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Nate did point out however that were we to go again so soon, I'd probably be sorely disappointed because there is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; way we'd have the same luck with our day in the park as we did this time. We'll wait a while and see if we can tempt fate once again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really think the rain scared many people off - it was supposed to start raining again around 5 p.m. Was GREAT for us though and this trip will for sure go down as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE SUCCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for our family. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now if only every vacation to come will go this smoothly and wonderfully.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I thought it was funny that that is what the nurse actually wrote down for his weight.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; do justice&lt;/span&gt; on those first baby smiles, but their smiles most CERTAINLY are WONDERFUL and I love every one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346326765193055890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjH33ex-zpI/AAAAAAAADTM/sIA_p3hVHp0/s320/2-month-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I have a super smiley, happy baby and we just LOVE, LOVE, LOVE him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if I just didn't notice it with my other kids or if it is just who Emmett is, but he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REALLY responds to my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can be across the room and talk to him and he'll look and smile BIG. He smiles so big and easily for me, I just love this little guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346327128488793442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjH4MoKb1WI/AAAAAAAADTc/GBrkzcifihI/s320/2-month-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I JUST love these full body shots to see how not so little he is anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346326768347038754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjH33qh8xCI/AAAAAAAADTU/39muy0IordI/s320/2-month-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346327126678786050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjH4Mha5UAI/AAAAAAAADTk/uhZGuHF4-zs/s320/2-month-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my FAVORITE 2 month picture of my little angle baby. If this isn't a tiny piece of heaven, I don't know what is????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346328247538872642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjH5Nw8w8UI/AAAAAAAADTs/Hy1fq3dKuiY/s400/2-month-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how he's grown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346328861382825026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjH5xfskVEI/AAAAAAAADT0/58YNjCHOgVA/s320/week22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjH5xtUqUJI/AAAAAAAADT8/wrjBGsfSwi4/s1600-h/1-month-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346328865040650386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjH5xtUqUJI/AAAAAAAADT8/wrjBGsfSwi4/s320/1-month-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346328868498669554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjH5x6NHf_I/AAAAAAAADUE/HCuOC2F2aLA/s320/2-month-feather.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You can almost see his chubby tummy expanding even now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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So to prepare for the 30 mile hike they went on this 13 mile backpacking hike this weekend. They hiked 3 miles Friday and then the other 10 on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate being the wonderful dad he is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;decided to take Ethan on the hike with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And Oh what a time it was. This is how the weekend went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nate and Ethan have been preparing for this hike all week long. Ethan has been SO excited and beaming with joy at going. The whole purpose of this hike is to BACKPACK (i.e. carry everything you need for the day and night with you on the hike.) So you want everything to weigh as little as possible. Thanks to Nate's backpacking expert (guy in our ward) they tried really hard to carry as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They weighed in before the packs and after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ethan's before weight 50 lbs. and with his pack is 56 lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHn2tj_NyI/AAAAAAAADR0/zG_I_y-LTZA/s1600-h/hike2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346309159794980642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHn2tj_NyI/AAAAAAAADR0/zG_I_y-LTZA/s320/hike2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nate was 188 before and with his pack is 223.5 lbs. (It's a good thing guys don't care so much about their weight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHn2Yg2W8I/AAAAAAAADRs/ec74Swqb_Gk/s1600-h/hike1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346309154144672706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHn2Yg2W8I/AAAAAAAADRs/ec74Swqb_Gk/s320/hike1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are my boys all packed and ready to head out the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346315588189695938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHts5MuL8I/AAAAAAAADSs/K-6DgRaPeJo/s320/hiketrip-032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The weather looked awful for the weekend and before they left the weather had tornado warnings out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;About 10 minutes after they left, this is what came crashing down outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHpXE_PVNI/AAAAAAAADSM/eFDHRFtzVhE/s1600-h/emmett+189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346310815350740178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHpXE_PVNI/AAAAAAAADSM/eFDHRFtzVhE/s320/emmett+189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Not a big deal, a little hail - good enough to take a picture of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346310810702837474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHpWzrF9uI/AAAAAAAADSE/kolEbpmMozU/s320/emmett+190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well then I go downstairs to run and I immediately see water &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STREAMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in through the window. Nate is the one that has dealt with all the water leakage in our houses so I give him a call. He is about 30 minutes out now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He decides to turn around and come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to help move everything in the basement and clean up the water. He tells me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quick hang up and go outside and scoop the water out of the window well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so it will stop coming in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, with Emmett screaming his head off (super hungry) and Luke in charge of watching Linz and Em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I run outside in the rain and start scooping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am thinking to myself how I just KNOW I am going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;find some rodent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; down in the water and it is going to gross me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lo and behold a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cute little toad right in the window well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Luke's teacher had sent a note home that very day explaining about how they will be studying frogs and toads next week so if we happen across one to bring it in to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Luke just HAS to catch to toad and take it to school (his teacher &lt;strong&gt;SAID&lt;/strong&gt;.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brave Luke went outside, grabbed the toad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and we made a home in an ice cream bucket for him. I am hoping he will survive until Monday for Luke to take to school. (In the last picture of the toad you can see a cricket in the background. This cricket was on top of the toad's head when Luke caught him and stayed there for about 20 minutes after they were in their new home - reminded me of the Gingerbread Man.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346314181307358370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHsbAJ1XKI/AAAAAAAADSU/We5oLYm8LbY/s400/hike3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Luke, Linz and I had planned a fun night. We were going to have a movie night with popcorn and then have a sleepover in mom's bed. Unfortunately these plans were thrwarted by the flooding basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nate got home about 45 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after I called him and we got the basement cleaned up and things drying out. I felt so bad for making him come home. I was glad he decided to go back out and do the hike. He had spent SO much time preparing for it and packing everything just so I didn't want him to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he and Ethan headed back out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and endured the rain. This is what Ethan looked like when they got to camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHts_0q1wI/AAAAAAAADS0/2FLXRo856jg/s1600-h/hiketrip-044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346315589967861506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHts_0q1wI/AAAAAAAADS0/2FLXRo856jg/s320/hiketrip-044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We didn't get our movie in but we read books in bed and still had our sleepover in mom's bed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346310806106750210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHpWijTPQI/AAAAAAAADR8/PZsRMRHj5lg/s320/emmett+207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the super light tent they borrowed. Not a lot of room but for only a few hours of sleep it was perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346315596846778370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHttZcuyAI/AAAAAAAADS8/FTXiUw-35jc/s320/hiketrip-007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Nate and Ethan and Nate's backpacking guru on the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHs1fC-71I/AAAAAAAADSk/i6QHdq0j2vw/s1600-h/hiketrip-024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346314636276723538" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHs1fC-71I/AAAAAAAADSk/i6QHdq0j2vw/s200/hiketrip-024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHs1FIkvMI/AAAAAAAADSc/kybht1s8R6M/s1600-h/hiketrip-019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346314629320850626" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHs1FIkvMI/AAAAAAAADSc/kybht1s8R6M/s200/hiketrip-019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is the whole gang that went a hiking. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The poor guys, it rained so much and I think they were pretty much soaked to the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but they had a great time and HEY, they are all smiling!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346315600663581506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SjHttnquk0I/AAAAAAAADTE/WLLxcxNk2nU/s320/hiketrip-012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ethan did great. They went about 7 miles on Saturday&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(they were all wet, tired and a few had bad ankles - Ethan was ready to be done too.)&lt;/span&gt; Ethan walked about 5 of the miles and many of the guys took turns carrying him the other 2 miles. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mysteriously Ethan couldn't walk along the trail but as soon as they would stop to rest he could run all over and be a wild man???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Overall, he did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He had SO much fun with Nate and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he had such a sense of accomplishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after the hike. 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We had lots of fun and took TONS of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sets a new record for my longest post ever. We just had SO Much fun I had to include all these pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331484074585364866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf08hLdQGYI/AAAAAAAADQE/U5cD1shIogE/s400/a63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off the week by meeting the travelers in Nauvoo. We got to do a session at the temple and then walked around and saw a few of the sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course the first stop was the blacksmith shop to get our "Prairie Diamonds." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0704C-MXI/AAAAAAAADPs/YWAT3Wvfouc/s1600-h/a60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331483313460621682" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0704C-MXI/AAAAAAAADPs/YWAT3Wvfouc/s200/a60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf070-PHyuI/AAAAAAAADPk/SsLjMTtTXis/s1600-h/a61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331483315122195170" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf070-PHyuI/AAAAAAAADPk/SsLjMTtTXis/s200/a61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf070tUXcwI/AAAAAAAADPc/U5oEtM_5hDs/s1600-h/a62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331483310580790018" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf070tUXcwI/AAAAAAAADPc/U5oEtM_5hDs/s200/a62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cute little girls&lt;/span&gt; can fit in one small umbrella stroller????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf08Izph27I/AAAAAAAADP8/sXgIOdsxan0/s1600-h/a64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331483655877548978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf08Izph27I/AAAAAAAADP8/sXgIOdsxan0/s320/a64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf08IMSlmyI/AAAAAAAADP0/HBaU1EizKk4/s1600-h/a65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331483645312342818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf08IMSlmyI/AAAAAAAADP0/HBaU1EizKk4/s320/a65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The temple is SO BEAUTIFUL we had to get some pictures posing in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf07m8tPNJI/AAAAAAAADPU/6axvGHiRYaM/s1600-h/a67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331483074193470610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf07m8tPNJI/AAAAAAAADPU/6axvGHiRYaM/s320/a67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf07XXfwZXI/AAAAAAAADPE/AIp8pN9QZus/s1600-h/a70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331482806506775922" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf07XXfwZXI/AAAAAAAADPE/AIp8pN9QZus/s200/a70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf07XWF7ZJI/AAAAAAAADPM/fr-8aWgkFCE/s1600-h/a69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331482806130009234" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf07XWF7ZJI/AAAAAAAADPM/fr-8aWgkFCE/s200/a69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet and girls Chris and Fam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf06zFD-SLI/AAAAAAAADO0/n6VkqhVahoI/s1600-h/a68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331482183083116722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf06zFD-SLI/AAAAAAAADO0/n6VkqhVahoI/s400/a68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Carthage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf07B9zLqRI/AAAAAAAADO8/IAQNQ2UZqrU/s1600-h/a59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331482438831679762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf07B9zLqRI/AAAAAAAADO8/IAQNQ2UZqrU/s320/a59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled into Carthage at 4:45 p.m. and they closed at 5 p.m. The lady there was nice to let us join the end of the tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are Luke, Kristal and Ethan in "jail."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf06eUQqoAI/AAAAAAAADOk/pO0TiAy1o2w/s1600-h/a58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331481826385633282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf06eUQqoAI/AAAAAAAADOk/pO0TiAy1o2w/s320/a58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this picture of Jeana was just so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf06eFjL3EI/AAAAAAAADOc/QvaE-FJBbkg/s1600-h/a55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331481822436777026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf06eFjL3EI/AAAAAAAADOc/QvaE-FJBbkg/s320/a55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousins minus Emmett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf06Kg2lLeI/AAAAAAAADOU/Ake0BXm6J9o/s1600-h/a57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331481486168501730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf06Kg2lLeI/AAAAAAAADOU/Ake0BXm6J9o/s400/a57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls just couldn't resist this dirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05_uF8GjI/AAAAAAAADOM/IhjyUHkNSqU/s1600-h/a56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331481300744018482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05_uF8GjI/AAAAAAAADOM/IhjyUHkNSqU/s320/a56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Emmett's Blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got home from Nauvoo Saturday night and got up early Sunday for Emmett's special day. It was so great to have so much family here to be with us. We love Emmett tons and he has been and is a GREAT BLESSING in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate's parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05_dC1wLI/AAAAAAAADOE/c2JRX76aeBQ/s1600-h/a48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331481296167616690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05_dC1wLI/AAAAAAAADOE/c2JRX76aeBQ/s320/a48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and step dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05_Lhfv5I/AAAAAAAADN8/f1LFG1s6EiQ/s1600-h/a50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331481291464359826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05_Lhfv5I/AAAAAAAADN8/f1LFG1s6EiQ/s320/a50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad and Emmett's namesake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05_EtJrLI/AAAAAAAADN0/qUqJX00Xqss/s1600-h/a51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331481289634196658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05_EtJrLI/AAAAAAAADN0/qUqJX00Xqss/s320/a51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the kids with Emmett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05-ovhFtI/AAAAAAAADNs/51P3oneIQ1Q/s1600-h/a53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331481282127926994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05-ovhFtI/AAAAAAAADNs/51P3oneIQ1Q/s320/a53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All our family that was able to make it for Emmett's blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05jp16fVI/AAAAAAAADNk/hSx71n-lqZc/s1600-h/a49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331480818566724946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05jp16fVI/AAAAAAAADNk/hSx71n-lqZc/s400/a49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05WxagbQI/AAAAAAAADNc/B6bU1gE-jT0/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331480597260954882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05WxagbQI/AAAAAAAADNc/B6bU1gE-jT0/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan is such a great brother to Emmett and a wonderful helper. I love that Ethan loves to hold Emmett and have his picture taken with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05O4qnl6I/AAAAAAAADNU/msRKAw1G5NQ/s1600-h/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331480461768628130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05O4qnl6I/AAAAAAAADNU/msRKAw1G5NQ/s320/a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well you can't get a perfect picture every time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05CXZk-zI/AAAAAAAADNM/6qkusx6kmMQ/s1600-h/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331480246680353586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05CXZk-zI/AAAAAAAADNM/6qkusx6kmMQ/s400/a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The proud parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05CGhoPSI/AAAAAAAADNE/fNgaPPkSTQU/s1600-h/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331480242150718754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05CGhoPSI/AAAAAAAADNE/fNgaPPkSTQU/s400/a3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our newest family picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05B2-I8EI/AAAAAAAADM8/LqMXAVZu3QU/s1600-h/a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331480237975334978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf05B2-I8EI/AAAAAAAADM8/LqMXAVZu3QU/s400/a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf04GkntEnI/AAAAAAAADMc/R0XzfH17xN8/s1600-h/bless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331479219437113970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf04GkntEnI/AAAAAAAADMc/R0XzfH17xN8/s320/bless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get some cute pictures of Emmett in his blessing outfit and Luke was so cute. He came over and was trying to help me get Emmett to smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is such a sweet little boy and a great big brother. I just love Luke's cute, cute smile!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my attempt to get a few pictures of this cute little guy in his blessing outfit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf03-VTYU3I/AAAAAAAADMU/lpKO9gSS5ss/s1600-h/bless1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331479077886382962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf03-VTYU3I/AAAAAAAADMU/lpKO9gSS5ss/s400/bless1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf03xmWZ-FI/AAAAAAAADMM/krHSq4w8jF4/s1600-h/bless2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331478859124176978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf03xmWZ-FI/AAAAAAAADMM/krHSq4w8jF4/s320/bless2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf03xYBZYhI/AAAAAAAADME/T9LK1YUV1Ug/s1600-h/bless3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331478855277961746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf03xYBZYhI/AAAAAAAADME/T9LK1YUV1Ug/s320/bless3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf03xK66N8I/AAAAAAAADL8/-wtLoMluBZQ/s1600-h/bless4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331478851761092546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf03xK66N8I/AAAAAAAADL8/-wtLoMluBZQ/s320/bless4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf03ZTOwfEI/AAAAAAAADL0/GYvge59OGKw/s1600-h/bless5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331478441674964034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf03ZTOwfEI/AAAAAAAADL0/GYvge59OGKw/s400/bless5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spoiling Emmett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these next pictures will do wonders in explaining why it has been so hard to get Emmett to fall asleep on his own and not neet to be held all day long.... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok, so it's not only our guests' fault - we all LOVE holding Emmett too and spoil him with our fighting over who's turn it is to hold him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf03DXk4GDI/AAAAAAAADLk/5RyT9oKW7Nw/s1600-h/a66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331478064884357170" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf03DXk4GDI/AAAAAAAADLk/5RyT9oKW7Nw/s200/a66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf03DqHu1kI/AAAAAAAADLs/4AEO0ows43k/s1600-h/a52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331478069862389314" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf03DqHu1kI/AAAAAAAADLs/4AEO0ows43k/s200/a52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf020C1YKOI/AAAAAAAADLc/NwIKPks-EFo/s1600-h/a54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331477801618385122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf020C1YKOI/AAAAAAAADLc/NwIKPks-EFo/s320/a54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf02z8LhApI/AAAAAAAADLU/GZONmbSZv34/s1600-h/a46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331477799832191634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf02z8LhApI/AAAAAAAADLU/GZONmbSZv34/s320/a46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf02zvITPDI/AAAAAAAADLM/-qJJ9wvfblI/s1600-h/a45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331477796329045042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf02zvITPDI/AAAAAAAADLM/-qJJ9wvfblI/s320/a45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf02zXW7iTI/AAAAAAAADLE/v5heurl99XE/s1600-h/a38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331477789947955506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf02zXW7iTI/AAAAAAAADLE/v5heurl99XE/s320/a38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just Good Old Cousin Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf02LHme4EI/AAAAAAAADK8/LlppvRkU7qY/s1600-h/a36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331477098523451458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf02LHme4EI/AAAAAAAADK8/LlppvRkU7qY/s320/a36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf02LLQg3oI/AAAAAAAADK0/jYLUaT5EZc0/s1600-h/a37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331477099505049218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf02LLQg3oI/AAAAAAAADK0/jYLUaT5EZc0/s320/a37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf016AwjYUI/AAAAAAAADKs/MJYqoFVjUNY/s1600-h/a40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331476804628865346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf016AwjYUI/AAAAAAAADKs/MJYqoFVjUNY/s320/a40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf01sxMDqBI/AAAAAAAADKc/o7dp7ky01qo/s1600-h/a47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331476577110960146" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf01sxMDqBI/AAAAAAAADKc/o7dp7ky01qo/s200/a47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf01tDe4BXI/AAAAAAAADKk/qtlWFmyyfa8/s1600-h/a41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331476582021727602" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf01tDe4BXI/AAAAAAAADKk/qtlWFmyyfa8/s200/a41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck, Duck Goose on the Teeter Totter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf01eBeUGvI/AAAAAAAADKU/JW7pVKoc8DU/s1600-h/a44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331476323784465138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf01eBeUGvI/AAAAAAAADKU/JW7pVKoc8DU/s320/a44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf01d3H0w9I/AAAAAAAADKM/dfXQoV3Ivtc/s1600-h/a42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331476321005781970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf01d3H0w9I/AAAAAAAADKM/dfXQoV3Ivtc/s320/a42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FHE fun - battle with Goliath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf01d-kSHfI/AAAAAAAADKE/Rb_FftLJwGs/s1600-h/a39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331476323004194290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf01d-kSHfI/AAAAAAAADKE/Rb_FftLJwGs/s320/a39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We saw this awesome double rainbow. It was so fun - I don't know if I've ever seen a double rainbow before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf01IsbjmeI/AAAAAAAADJ8/7CpoMA5tRbQ/s1600-h/a34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331475957358500322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf01IsbjmeI/AAAAAAAADJ8/7CpoMA5tRbQ/s400/a34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Boys' Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate has been making these pop can cooking stoves with his young men at church in preparation for a back packing hike they will be going on. So, her got out his stuff and ssssucked his brother and dad into making some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They each made one and then tested them out to see whose could boil water the fastest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf005oiUH_I/AAAAAAAADJ0/HJEdAOTZi4U/s1600-h/a35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331475698615066610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf005oiUH_I/AAAAAAAADJ0/HJEdAOTZi4U/s400/a35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lincoln Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf00tbDGRLI/AAAAAAAADJs/qSxg-meFr0M/s1600-h/a31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331475488836043954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf00tbDGRLI/AAAAAAAADJs/qSxg-meFr0M/s400/a31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we all are with the Lincoln family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This museum is truly amazing. I learned so much and the interactive movies they have there and incredible. I highly recommend this to anyone who will be in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those cute girls got all tuckered out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Linz and Makall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf00X3BKn4I/AAAAAAAADJc/5T9dEnXSPko/s1600-h/a33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331475118387011458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf00X3BKn4I/AAAAAAAADJc/5T9dEnXSPko/s320/a33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennett had to head home and so I sent the boys to school at the end of the week. That left just the little girls home together all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two girls are SO CUTE together. It was so fun to see them interact and play together. These are just random pictures of the fun things they did together while the big boys were at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had fun with Rylee too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf00PFynomI/AAAAAAAADJU/Z3TgtE1ggiM/s1600-h/a32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331474967733707362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf00PFynomI/AAAAAAAADJU/Z3TgtE1ggiM/s320/a32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls took advantage of the boys being gone by exploring Ethan's top bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf00O7q7LaI/AAAAAAAADJM/_emFDsJGSEI/s1600-h/a29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331474965017079202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf00O7q7LaI/AAAAAAAADJM/_emFDsJGSEI/s320/a29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf00O22g4mI/AAAAAAAADJE/5kWGVQjyFE8/s1600-h/a28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331474963723510370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf00O22g4mI/AAAAAAAADJE/5kWGVQjyFE8/s320/a28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0zwjjABYI/AAAAAAAADI8/cHqOoTty-6Q/s1600-h/a27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331474443145315714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0zwjjABYI/AAAAAAAADI8/cHqOoTty-6Q/s320/a27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course they had to play dress up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0zwSPHTmI/AAAAAAAADI0/S1pJZIDnleo/s1600-h/a26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331474438498504290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0zwSPHTmI/AAAAAAAADI0/S1pJZIDnleo/s320/a26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0zwOHj42I/AAAAAAAADIs/8nytxWgOQxA/s1600-h/a25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331474437393081186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0zwOHj42I/AAAAAAAADIs/8nytxWgOQxA/s320/a25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0zv1TvReI/AAAAAAAADIk/UUKYhWEqRsY/s1600-h/a24.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0zvm4o64I/AAAAAAAADIc/L3H7gMpM9oU/s1600-h/a23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331474426861513602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0zvm4o64I/AAAAAAAADIc/L3H7gMpM9oU/s320/a23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0zO13B8xI/AAAAAAAADIU/yvECBH8nvoo/s1600-h/a22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke was so cute with Rylee. He didn't want to go to bed Thursday night because he was playing with Rylee. He was chasing her and making her laugh and it was just precious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0sexQKn7I/AAAAAAAADIM/m2kFRXvFir4/s1600-h/a21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331466441005375410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0sexQKn7I/AAAAAAAADIM/m2kFRXvFir4/s320/a21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris and his cute girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0seuW9A6I/AAAAAAAADIE/zaWJaPEBC6o/s1600-h/a20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331466440228537250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0seuW9A6I/AAAAAAAADIE/zaWJaPEBC6o/s320/a20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma with three little cuties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0seciZKuI/AAAAAAAADH8/zhKmE8-LlEQ/s1600-h/a19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331466435444681442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0seciZKuI/AAAAAAAADH8/zhKmE8-LlEQ/s320/a19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0see0vhxI/AAAAAAAADH0/wZQ624U_5-Q/s1600-h/a18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331466436058515218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0see0vhxI/AAAAAAAADH0/wZQ624U_5-Q/s320/a18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0seOQ7aUI/AAAAAAAADHs/sz6WTG2P4ew/s1600-h/a12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331466431613331778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0seOQ7aUI/AAAAAAAADHs/sz6WTG2P4ew/s320/a12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to capture Emmett's cute little smile. Not the best, but still CUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0qVn81ZQI/AAAAAAAADHc/t_jhugpUmRg/s1600-h/a10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331464084866295042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0qVn81ZQI/AAAAAAAADHc/t_jhugpUmRg/s320/a10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0qVdpnwJI/AAAAAAAADHU/1gNIq5-nPTk/s1600-h/a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331464082101354642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0qVdpnwJI/AAAAAAAADHU/1gNIq5-nPTk/s320/a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0qVM1I2oI/AAAAAAAADHM/HGJbr4CPcA4/s1600-h/a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331464077586258562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0qVM1I2oI/AAAAAAAADHM/HGJbr4CPcA4/s320/a8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singin' in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0qU3z-w5I/AAAAAAAADHE/C26sZLu_i2U/s1600-h/a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331464071944258450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0qU3z-w5I/AAAAAAAADHE/C26sZLu_i2U/s320/a7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0pJVbExVI/AAAAAAAADG8/KTSZ-OIZxFc/s1600-h/a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331462774222800210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0pJVbExVI/AAAAAAAADG8/KTSZ-OIZxFc/s400/a6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Bike Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate and Chris took the girls &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and Ethan and Luke on their bikes)&lt;/span&gt; on a short bike ride. They were so cute and they LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf089fzJ3OI/AAAAAAAADQs/mpFUjsOxoec/s1600-h/a17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331484561082277090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf089fzJ3OI/AAAAAAAADQs/mpFUjsOxoec/s320/a17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0887biRYI/AAAAAAAADQk/1-NbvlB9gKQ/s1600-h/a16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331484551319537026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0887biRYI/AAAAAAAADQk/1-NbvlB9gKQ/s320/a16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Date Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate's parents were so kind as to watch all 6 kids so we and Chris &amp;amp; Kristal could go on a little date. We took them to one of our favorite restaurants here in town. It was so fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf088aImtyI/AAAAAAAADQU/Ii_MahT-QeM/s1600-h/a14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331484542381766434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf088aImtyI/AAAAAAAADQU/Ii_MahT-QeM/s320/a14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf088KQlt2I/AAAAAAAADQM/nP2UK2EP4OA/s1600-h/a13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331484538120288098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf088KQlt2I/AAAAAAAADQM/nP2UK2EP4OA/s320/a13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Sad To Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331462768859489874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/Sf0pJBcXJlI/AAAAAAAADG0/kKmksyaVLZg/s400/a5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had so much fun, thanks guys for coming out, you are welcome again anytime. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"green" pot pie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (I didn't mean to make the pot pie green but I had turned our last gallon of milk green this morning for breakfast and the recipe called for milk, so we ended up with a not so tasty looking green pot pie filling.) It tasted good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;green jigglers, green fruit with green fruit dip (yogurt) and green milk,&lt;/span&gt; of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are my FOUR cute green buddies. It is amazing how many different shades of green they all have on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SfFGMMVuorI/AAAAAAAADF0/2gfyMSpcKco/s1600-h/pat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328117009440744114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SfFGMMVuorI/AAAAAAAADF0/2gfyMSpcKco/s400/pat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; More pictures of the babe just because we think he is SO cute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SfFGEPmvn9I/AAAAAAAADFs/cAizUEoOkfY/s1600-h/6-week-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328116872878464978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SfFGEPmvn9I/AAAAAAAADFs/cAizUEoOkfY/s320/6-week-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SfFGD_CfGnI/AAAAAAAADFk/fer9R_O8C1I/s1600-h/6-week-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328116868431420018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SfFGD_CfGnI/AAAAAAAADFk/fer9R_O8C1I/s320/6-week-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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She invited her friends from preschool and we had a fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mini cupcakes&lt;/span&gt; for the kids to eat. Linz was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WONDERFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; helper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQLIA1R5jI/AAAAAAAADE0/-N_6oYyQNSI/s1600-h/3-yr-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324392891749099058" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQLIA1R5jI/AAAAAAAADE0/-N_6oYyQNSI/s200/3-yr-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQLHyU8MII/AAAAAAAADEs/mjn3bHOgnHA/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324392887855362178" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQLHyU8MII/AAAAAAAADEs/mjn3bHOgnHA/s200/party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some fun pink and white decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQK2hO6MmI/AAAAAAAADEk/xPFGvt0tXbU/s1600-h/3-yr-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324392591208886882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQK2hO6MmI/AAAAAAAADEk/xPFGvt0tXbU/s320/3-yr-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQK2S4LNWI/AAAAAAAADEc/pixSiITSV0I/s1600-h/3-yr-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324392587355436386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQK2S4LNWI/AAAAAAAADEc/pixSiITSV0I/s320/3-yr-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Diva guests...Lexi, Anna, Linz, Ben, Piper, Logan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQK2JIT1wI/AAAAAAAADEU/k7V6wx5Wdlc/s1600-h/3-yr-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324392584738756354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQK2JIT1wI/AAAAAAAADEU/k7V6wx5Wdlc/s320/3-yr-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Linz even had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;black eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on her birthday. Ethan was "helping" her at church and she fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQK1-Kd_aI/AAAAAAAADEM/4eMX1itsjUY/s1600-h/3-yr-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324392581795020194" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQK1-Kd_aI/AAAAAAAADEM/4eMX1itsjUY/s320/3-yr-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might suggest this idea to all who have kids. We had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ethan and Luke "serve"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the kids by filling up their cups for them. This turned out to be a WAY better idea than I ever could have imagined. It turned into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;more of a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; than actually just drinking their juice. The kids had so much fun asking for more juice as quickly as possible and Luke took well to his duty of filling their cups. He went from kid to kid to kid for 10 minutes straight and didn't get to sit down and eat his own food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so cute to see Luke (Ethan only lasted the first couple of minutes) being so diligent at his job. I think the boys learned a little bit of what it is like to be the one serving others at the meal. They realized a little bit what moms and dads go through every day; filling up cups, cleaning up spills, refilling the same cup again, getting more crackers, filling the cup yet again, etc. etc. etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQK1ldbLaI/AAAAAAAADEE/RLiUAEobMn8/s1600-h/3-yr-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324392575163641250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQK1ldbLaI/AAAAAAAADEE/RLiUAEobMn8/s320/3-yr-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linz and friends at the tea table. We served yummy finger foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQKhfrqFXI/AAAAAAAADD8/gxPXlW3hxLQ/s1600-h/3-yr-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324392230015341938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQKhfrqFXI/AAAAAAAADD8/gxPXlW3hxLQ/s200/3-yr-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQKhRm3XiI/AAAAAAAADD0/tNhhbv3THvA/s1600-h/3-yr-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324392226237144610" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQKhRm3XiI/AAAAAAAADD0/tNhhbv3THvA/s200/3-yr-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linz' mini cupcake with her three candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQKT9T6rcI/AAAAAAAADDs/NBhD08uh7q4/s1600-h/3-yr-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324391997450661314" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQKT9T6rcI/AAAAAAAADDs/NBhD08uh7q4/s320/3-yr-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her purse cake. We actually didn't eat it at the party, the cupcakes were plenty for the kids. So, we got to save it to eat on her actual birthday with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQKTrQYx-I/AAAAAAAADDk/_jghVG7rsgo/s1600-h/3-yr-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324391992604018658" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQKTrQYx-I/AAAAAAAADDk/_jghVG7rsgo/s320/3-yr-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQKTR1v0jI/AAAAAAAADDc/aJH1o8Wb4C4/s1600-h/3-yr-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324391985781396018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQKTR1v0jI/AAAAAAAADDc/aJH1o8Wb4C4/s320/3-yr-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 - presents from mom and dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQKTE4_TTI/AAAAAAAADDU/7F0TI8xX2rk/s1600-h/3-yr-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324391982305332530" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQKTE4_TTI/AAAAAAAADDU/7F0TI8xX2rk/s320/3-yr-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened her presents from us on her real birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQJ-jBGFpI/AAAAAAAADDM/ilLZq_T0PJ0/s1600-h/3-yr-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324391629615142546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQJ-jBGFpI/AAAAAAAADDM/ilLZq_T0PJ0/s200/3-yr-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in heaven with pink, princess, babies, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQJ-R4SpjI/AAAAAAAADDE/j2RJB5V0pdM/s1600-h/3-yr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324391625014814258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQJ-R4SpjI/AAAAAAAADDE/j2RJB5V0pdM/s200/3-yr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3 - Can't forget birthday with Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQJ-AoabeI/AAAAAAAADC8/lB3rbkW0BkM/s1600-h/3-yr-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324391620384812514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQJ-AoabeI/AAAAAAAADC8/lB3rbkW0BkM/s200/3-yr-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still more presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQJ97WQFDI/AAAAAAAADC0/ZK9MYYwEzuk/s1600-h/3-yr-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324391618966459442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SeQJ97WQFDI/AAAAAAAADC0/ZK9MYYwEzuk/s200/3-yr-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she had a fun birthday. 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We have just been in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (besides the lack of sleep) at our house lately. The incredible miracle of a precious little newborn is something that almost nothing else compares to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emmett has been a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WONDERFUL &lt;/span&gt;baby. He is so patient with us and is oblivious to the constant noise all around him. He has such a wonderful little personality and we already can't imagine life without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There doesn't seem to be enough hours in each day for us all to get our fill of this cute little guy. I would love to just hold him all day long, if only I could. My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;most favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; way to hold him is when he is all curled up - legs tucked up tight - laying on me chest to chest. I almost wish he would stay this little forever; until I think about how sad it would be to never have him smile or laugh at us. I'm sure I'll love him even more at each new stage he enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sure love you Emmett - thanks for three wonderful weeks in our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Linz was holding Emmett while he slept and somewhere in there they reversed the roles. I just love these sweet moments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SamGp40ZXfI/AAAAAAAADBA/ZTrARgFbWd0/s1600-h/3-week.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307921690017750514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SamGp40ZXfI/AAAAAAAADBA/ZTrARgFbWd0/s400/3-week.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; My big 3 week old little man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307921684895364226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SamGplvH9II/AAAAAAAADA4/tCbjYcuvsNw/s400/3-week-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SamGdzDymAI/AAAAAAAADAw/UGJ6sUb4dVA/s1600-h/3-week-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307921482313275394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SamGdzDymAI/AAAAAAAADAw/UGJ6sUb4dVA/s320/3-week-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307923104860379906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SamH8PhKmwI/AAAAAAAADBY/77ZURxgNQEQ/s320/3-week-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SamGdbRAWfI/AAAAAAAADAg/cvsj_8DiyJE/s1600-h/3-week-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307921475926252018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SamGdbRAWfI/AAAAAAAADAg/cvsj_8DiyJE/s320/3-week-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Linz is such a good helper and she loves to hold him ANY CHANCE SHE CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SamGdMr5afI/AAAAAAAADAY/uSZnxRj3x1Q/s1600-h/3-week-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307921472012511730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SamGdMr5afI/AAAAAAAADAY/uSZnxRj3x1Q/s320/3-week-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is our sweet little guy sleeping. I just love when they sleep with their cute little hands up by their heads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SamGcxAlQ2I/AAAAAAAADAQ/o4fl_iGicIw/s1600-h/3-week-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307921464583078754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SamGcxAlQ2I/AAAAAAAADAQ/o4fl_iGicIw/s320/3-week-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are just lovin' life right now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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She said it very likely could be nothing, but that she is anal about this stuff and wanted Emmett to have an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;echocardiogram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to get things checked out just to be safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later I found myself in the Heart wing of the hospital sitting next to Emmett as he was getting his echo for about an hour. The poor tiny littl guy with all those sticky things hooked up to him. That was on a Wed. We heard back on Friday that Emmett indeed had a few things going on with his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are several "holes" in babies hearts when they are in the womb that allow the blood to flow easier. These holes close up right around the time the baby is born. Well, Emmett had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;2 of these holes that hadn't closed up yet&lt;/span&gt;. They said these are nothing to worry about, it is very common and most likely they would close up on their own eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third thing they found was what they call &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pulmonary Stenosis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (If you want to know more you can google the condition.) The Pediatrician wanted us to meet with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pediatric Cardiologist&lt;/span&gt; so that he could do some more tests and better explain what is going on with our little Emmett's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later (today), I again found myself (this time with Nate in case the diagnosis was more than I could handle on my own) in the heart wing of the hospital watching Emmett receive his second echo. The doctor said that one of the "holes" has already closed up. He said the other one was still there but that is could take up to 2 years to close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then confirmed that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Emmett does have Pulmonary Stenosis&lt;/span&gt;. We got the best news we could with this diagnosis - that Emmett has a mild case of this condition. With a moderate or severe case, the child would most likely need surgery to correct the valve - but with a mild case, surgery is usually not needed. The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pediatric Cardiologist wants to watch him closely over his first year &lt;/span&gt;- since babies change so much during that time he wants to make sure the stenosis doesn't worsen as Emmett grows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to go back in for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;another echo in 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and then many more times during Emmett's first year of life and most likely every year or two for the rest of his life (to make sure there isn't too much stress on the right ventricle causing it to enlarge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we can do now is hope and pray that his condition doesn't get worse, that it stays a mild case. I have to admit I feel VERY blessed that his condition isn't worse. There seem to be a million things that can go wrong with our beautiful little babies - all sorts of weird and awful things. I am truly grateful that Emmett's condition is what it is and isn't worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blessed with great health with all of our children&lt;/span&gt; (and Nate and I included) that I can't complain too much about the little bump in the road of Emmett's health. I am forever amazed at and grateful for my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt; beautiful and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEALTHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; children. I am grateful for the joy they bring into our lives each and every day and I am so humbled to be their mother - these amazing little spirits that I can learn so much from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We sure love our Emmett and we are excited to share him with each of you as soon as we get the chance to. He has blessed our lives immensly and we look forward to creating many wonderful memories with him in our lives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our PRECIOUS little NEWBORN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaN7i1BhU4I/AAAAAAAAC_w/eMCbiKsMugc/s1600-h/week13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306220624251802498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaN7i1BhU4I/AAAAAAAAC_w/eMCbiKsMugc/s400/week13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaN6oDKi45I/AAAAAAAAC_g/aRbQFsDg3eI/s1600-h/week27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306219614435468178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaN6oDKi45I/AAAAAAAAC_g/aRbQFsDg3eI/s320/week27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaN6oAJ_SNI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/jxM3tHDG0GI/s1600-h/week12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306219613627828434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaN6oAJ_SNI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/jxM3tHDG0GI/s320/week12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaN6nzKM1nI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/B0hiKARmBNw/s1600-h/week36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306219610139055730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaN6nzKM1nI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/B0hiKARmBNw/s320/week36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaN6niAFxZI/AAAAAAAAC_I/e8Pd5WbOpWM/s1600-h/week37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306219605533246866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaN6niAFxZI/AAAAAAAAC_I/e8Pd5WbOpWM/s320/week37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love these mad pictures, they are just so cute when they are mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaN6naGqANI/AAAAAAAAC_A/Lba2UKn0zkE/s1600-h/week39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306219603413303506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaN6naGqANI/AAAAAAAAC_A/Lba2UKn0zkE/s320/week39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306220622700839394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaN7ivPvgeI/AAAAAAAAC_o/yGfuVuw-jfs/s400/week14.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I might be slightly biased, but isn't he just ADORABLE!!!! 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She does an incredible job and the best part is that she hasn't been jealous or resentful of Emmett AT ALL. She is a wonderful big sister and loves to help with anything Emmett related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The WONDERFUL big brothers. They do such a great job helping with Emmett. They get him out of the bassinet for me when he wakes up, they help him have tummy time and they hold him when I need one more minute to finish something. I am so blessed to have such great helpers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJEO7ivW_I/AAAAAAAAC90/IkBxOOoGtSg/s1600-h/week21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305878334288124914" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJEO7ivW_I/AAAAAAAAC90/IkBxOOoGtSg/s200/week21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJEO3ovB3I/AAAAAAAAC9s/iNEQri1lCMA/s1600-h/week20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305878333239527282" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJEO3ovB3I/AAAAAAAAC9s/iNEQri1lCMA/s200/week20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Emmett has gotten his first ride in the PINK doll stroller - and he didn't even complain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDogd-c0I/AAAAAAAAC9k/EnJcEblEgHA/s1600-h/week23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305877674185356098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDogd-c0I/AAAAAAAAC9k/EnJcEblEgHA/s320/week23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love these full body shots with their skinny little legs all tucked up under them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDoergkZI/AAAAAAAAC9c/NjbZdLkzJoA/s1600-h/week32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305877673705247122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDoergkZI/AAAAAAAAC9c/NjbZdLkzJoA/s320/week32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's trying to smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDoEvd2PI/AAAAAAAAC9U/65qQHUiY6mQ/s1600-h/week28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305877666742524146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDoEvd2PI/AAAAAAAAC9U/65qQHUiY6mQ/s320/week28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The famous sleeping with dad picture (first of many I'm sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDn7CJL7I/AAAAAAAAC9M/wTrn8_C_hnA/s1600-h/week.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305877664136507314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDn7CJL7I/AAAAAAAAC9M/wTrn8_C_hnA/s320/week.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I caught him sucking his thumb - a very interesting way of doing so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDnny9kSI/AAAAAAAAC9E/Mq-lfaGDcqw/s1600-h/week25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305877658972557602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDnny9kSI/AAAAAAAAC9E/Mq-lfaGDcqw/s320/week25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Everyone Loves Emmett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDKcsfu4I/AAAAAAAAC88/Xt6a9eJwJ54/s1600-h/kids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305877157776440194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDKcsfu4I/AAAAAAAAC88/Xt6a9eJwJ54/s320/kids1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "first" picture of my four kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDKaeagDI/AAAAAAAAC80/DIaHpHsnZtA/s1600-h/kids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305877157180506162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDKaeagDI/AAAAAAAAC80/DIaHpHsnZtA/s320/kids2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And THE BOYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SaJDKA8bbSI/AAAAAAAAC8s/GGJ3leqYXL8/s1600-h/kids3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305877150327074082" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Let me tell you I have a TON on my camera right now.  Hopefully I can get to those next.  BUT, here are the latest pictures of the oldest three kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ethan's 7 year pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got around to getting Ethan's pictures taken for his birthday.  We did these pictures 2 days before Emmett was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZpAxG0upHI/AAAAAAAAC8E/1fC68znOZ2s/s1600-h/ethan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303622723571721330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZpAxG0upHI/AAAAAAAAC8E/1fC68znOZ2s/s400/ethan3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZpAw4uqrOI/AAAAAAAAC78/FkxfMTTmtqQ/s1600-h/ethan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303622719788199138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZpAw4uqrOI/AAAAAAAAC78/FkxfMTTmtqQ/s400/ethan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZpAmdoq57I/AAAAAAAAC70/fidq-tgFziE/s1600-h/ethan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303622540716599218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZpAmdoq57I/AAAAAAAAC70/fidq-tgFziE/s320/ethan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZpAmBcqo3I/AAAAAAAAC7s/WGMySauBFoU/s1600-h/ethan9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303622533150057330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZpAmBcqo3I/AAAAAAAAC7s/WGMySauBFoU/s320/ethan9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZpAl0Oy5iI/AAAAAAAAC7k/p2j7VijTGVc/s1600-h/ethan10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303622529602217506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZpAl0Oy5iI/AAAAAAAAC7k/p2j7VijTGVc/s320/ethan10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Linz wanted a turn and I, of course, couldn't resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZpAZojj-ZI/AAAAAAAAC7c/4FZ4azI4vK0/s1600-h/ethanlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303622320309664146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZpAZojj-ZI/AAAAAAAAC7c/4FZ4azI4vK0/s400/ethanlin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last pictures of my THREE adorable kiddos.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_760VAcI/AAAAAAAAC7U/7p2EeBoNdvI/s1600-h/kids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303621809815749058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_760VAcI/AAAAAAAAC7U/7p2EeBoNdvI/s400/kids2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_1JbePnI/AAAAAAAAC7M/AO-7Fnr95iM/s1600-h/kids3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303621693478944370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_1JbePnI/AAAAAAAAC7M/AO-7Fnr95iM/s320/kids3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_j_dYzYI/AAAAAAAAC7E/bwZN6zW0npk/s1600-h/kids5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303621398744845698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_j_dYzYI/AAAAAAAAC7E/bwZN6zW0npk/s320/kids5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_jnRnBvI/AAAAAAAAC68/UdRUfEZgyac/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303621392252995314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_jnRnBvI/AAAAAAAAC68/UdRUfEZgyac/s320/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_jXHMB0I/AAAAAAAAC60/K4c7Tqc_tek/s1600-h/kids6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303621387914315586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_jXHMB0I/AAAAAAAAC60/K4c7Tqc_tek/s320/kids6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure where the kids picked it up from, but they've been saying "cheese" pirate style for a while now.  Ethan and Luke started it and then Linz finally tried her hands at it.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here they are saying their pirate CHEESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_jI9eqWI/AAAAAAAAC6s/aQXJhqe0nYw/s1600-h/kids4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303621384115497314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_jI9eqWI/AAAAAAAAC6s/aQXJhqe0nYw/s320/kids4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_jD65pZI/AAAAAAAAC6k/1ob7MfIXNjE/s1600-h/kids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303621382762505618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_jD65pZI/AAAAAAAAC6k/1ob7MfIXNjE/s320/kids1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I figured while I had the stuff out, I'd get some of Luke and Linz too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here is Luke at 5 1/2 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always get good facial expressions from Luke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_NUMiiMI/AAAAAAAAC6c/7SoRapJHtAg/s1600-h/luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303621009174333634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo_NUMiiMI/AAAAAAAAC6c/7SoRapJHtAg/s400/luke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo-9Nrsp1I/AAAAAAAAC6U/p91kKbqcS7g/s1600-h/luke1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303620732548065106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo-9Nrsp1I/AAAAAAAAC6U/p91kKbqcS7g/s320/luke1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo-8kZVWzI/AAAAAAAAC6E/9jG-Bm3FXqI/s1600-h/luke3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303620721465187122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo-8kZVWzI/AAAAAAAAC6E/9jG-Bm3FXqI/s320/luke3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke has discovered how to cross his eyes on demand and loves to do it (mostly because it makes me cringe when he does)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo-8WGuEJI/AAAAAAAAC58/bRgpbzTUfEY/s1600-h/luke6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303620717629018258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo-8WGuEJI/AAAAAAAAC58/bRgpbzTUfEY/s320/luke6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is our ALMOST 3 year old.  Maybe since I got some good ones of her, I won't have to do them again in three weeks when she turns &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;.   Sorry there are so many of her, I just couldn't narrow them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lindsey at &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo-rWMq26I/AAAAAAAAC50/0fFPugfoTlM/s1600-h/linz10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303620425596197794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo-rWMq26I/AAAAAAAAC50/0fFPugfoTlM/s400/linz10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo-Lac2AbI/AAAAAAAAC5s/XQTthQGRQks/s1600-h/linz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303619876981965234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo-Lac2AbI/AAAAAAAAC5s/XQTthQGRQks/s320/linz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo-LY0XAEI/AAAAAAAAC5k/zcYznToys68/s1600-h/linz8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303619876543725634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo-LY0XAEI/AAAAAAAAC5k/zcYznToys68/s320/linz8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun playing around with some of these....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo9d6wuyTI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/Lkc_soxd7mU/s1600-h/linz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303619095381330226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo9d6wuyTI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/Lkc_soxd7mU/s320/linz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo9dg763wI/AAAAAAAAC5E/vc71Dt6CS1M/s1600-h/linz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303619088448937730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo9dg763wI/AAAAAAAAC5E/vc71Dt6CS1M/s320/linz4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo9drX3QEI/AAAAAAAAC44/Ec4YRbONGXo/s1600-h/linz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303619091250495554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo9drX3QEI/AAAAAAAAC44/Ec4YRbONGXo/s320/linz5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo9dSq08sI/AAAAAAAAC4s/1MzR36m9w3w/s1600-h/linz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303619084619150018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo9dSq08sI/AAAAAAAAC4s/1MzR36m9w3w/s320/linz6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo9dOciAaI/AAAAAAAAC4k/Xv8sQQ_qrnE/s1600-h/linz7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303619083485446562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo9dOciAaI/AAAAAAAAC4k/Xv8sQQ_qrnE/s320/linz7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo9FuEI8nI/AAAAAAAAC4c/nz6BLjLw4I0/s1600-h/linz9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303618679656215154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SZo9FuEI8nI/AAAAAAAAC4c/nz6BLjLw4I0/s400/linz9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We have always been in rental places until now. I guess you could say I went a little overboard, but it has been a fun treat for me (I mean for Emmett) to have a cute, fun nursery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The green walls didn't quite end up the green I was looking for, but after trying 2 different shades, this is the one that got to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is our &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"miracle" crib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; This crib was left on our doorstep in Provo by some guy who had been paid $20 to deliver it to us. I still remember that night - I was pregnant with Ethan, we were both in school and were studying for finals at that very moment that the doorbell rang. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To this day we don't know who left this crib for us &lt;/span&gt;(we have our guesses) but we hope to reciprocate this kind deed someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This crib has lasted us through all 4 kids and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;we cherish all the memories we have had around this crib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334807456752404514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SgkLHezVCCI/AAAAAAAADRU/WvIFR2dLwHI/s320/room1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emmett trying out his changing table. My favorite part of this set up is having the diapers hanging on the wall, who would have ever thought???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334807451096504210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SgkLHJu215I/AAAAAAAADRM/FwNnY5tZuto/s320/room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure I spent way too much on Emmett's room, but I was a little excited!!! And thanks to my mom and mother in law, I was able to get a few more acessories that went with this super adorable bed set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334807458544218674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SgkLHleh8jI/AAAAAAAADRc/fnEjg7pRsZ0/s320/room2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this did &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; come with the crib set. My mother-in-law made this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;INCREDIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; quilt!!! She had called and asked what crib set we got and I told her. I seemed like only a week (maybe 2 weeks) later I got this in the mail. The picture doesn't even come close to doing it justice. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This quilt is WONDERFUL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The fabrics she chose are perfect and she quilted each of the different fabrics differently. The fabric with the circles were quilted in circles around the circles. It is just amazing and something that Emmett and I will always cherish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you SO Much to my wonderful, amazing and talented mother-in-law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SgkLH7t-lxI/AAAAAAAADRk/7rkMi1dxuAg/s1600-h/room3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334807464514590482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SgkLH7t-lxI/AAAAAAAADRk/7rkMi1dxuAg/s320/room3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Just a few pictures (OK, a lot) of Emmett during his first week here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 Days Old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8ja64oPhI/AAAAAAAAC2U/jVQZLdUgYAo/s1600-h/em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300494231828708882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8ja64oPhI/AAAAAAAAC2U/jVQZLdUgYAo/s320/em.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8ja-gzjAI/AAAAAAAAC2M/2Ozc5lIe2jI/s1600-h/em1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300494232802528258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8ja-gzjAI/AAAAAAAAC2M/2Ozc5lIe2jI/s320/em1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8jabAePUI/AAAAAAAAC2E/Tn9-Ov7kxKk/s1600-h/em2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300494223271673154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8jabAePUI/AAAAAAAAC2E/Tn9-Ov7kxKk/s320/em2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 Days Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8jaKK4JVI/AAAAAAAAC18/HTQJZDnEp14/s1600-h/em3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300494218751911250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8jaKK4JVI/AAAAAAAAC18/HTQJZDnEp14/s320/em3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Bath at Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8jJXasmQI/AAAAAAAAC10/JYyB00ILZWM/s1600-h/em4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300493930250148098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8jJXasmQI/AAAAAAAAC10/JYyB00ILZWM/s320/em4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He cried a little, but really did great - you can even see how relaxed he was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8jJX9_DoI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ovWbJjrR0I0/s1600-h/em5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300493930398158466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8jJX9_DoI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ovWbJjrR0I0/s320/em5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Squeeky Clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8jJMJhRFI/AAAAAAAAC1k/PBMR2BPN4Kc/s1600-h/em6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300493927225312338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8jJMJhRFI/AAAAAAAAC1k/PBMR2BPN4Kc/s320/em6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuzzy, clean blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8jI5OGukI/AAAAAAAAC1c/GTSTURqaaPQ/s1600-h/em7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300493922144270914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8jI5OGukI/AAAAAAAAC1c/GTSTURqaaPQ/s320/em7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids love to treat Emmett like a doll.  They just had to try out the swing.  He didn't mind it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8jIowVB8I/AAAAAAAAC1U/5jjQSTJ62cU/s1600-h/em8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300493917724411842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8jIowVB8I/AAAAAAAAC1U/5jjQSTJ62cU/s320/em8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My wonderful husband got me some beautiful flowers and his work sent some as well.  I just love getting flowers to celebrate such wonderful times in our lives.  Does this mean I won't be getting flowers for Valentine's Day now????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8iSFEHBnI/AAAAAAAAC1E/REHDfl22g88/s1600-h/em10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300492980430767730" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8iSFEHBnI/AAAAAAAAC1E/REHDfl22g88/s200/em10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8iSHWRQ1I/AAAAAAAAC1M/5pvekYa0NsQ/s1600-h/em9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300492981043807058" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8iSHWRQ1I/AAAAAAAAC1M/5pvekYa0NsQ/s200/em9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That counts as a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8gbisEAmI/AAAAAAAAC0s/OR4gorhrxXs/s1600-h/em11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300490943978537570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8gbisEAmI/AAAAAAAAC0s/OR4gorhrxXs/s320/em11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8gbMDdwKI/AAAAAAAAC0c/d6A4DUQD0D8/s1600-h/em13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300490937902678178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8gbMDdwKI/AAAAAAAAC0c/d6A4DUQD0D8/s320/em13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8WT-Kcy-I/AAAAAAAAC0U/qfPlmrPahfI/s1600-h/em14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300479818798517218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8WT-Kcy-I/AAAAAAAAC0U/qfPlmrPahfI/s320/em14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8WTi8BLEI/AAAAAAAAC0M/tMLUcUFRJHk/s1600-h/em15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300479811490229314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8WTi8BLEI/AAAAAAAAC0M/tMLUcUFRJHk/s320/em15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 Days Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke and Linz helped Emmett have tummy time (and back time.)  I like these shots to show the difference in size between my older babies and my newest baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8WTrhajZI/AAAAAAAAC0E/kxmlsgNrq6w/s1600-h/em16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300479813794565522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8WTrhajZI/AAAAAAAAC0E/kxmlsgNrq6w/s320/em16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8WTU12ZgI/AAAAAAAACz8/8Hg51bk9pI8/s1600-h/em17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300479807706260994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8WTU12ZgI/AAAAAAAACz8/8Hg51bk9pI8/s320/em17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8WTCskQCI/AAAAAAAACz0/SQzS16lCAc0/s1600-h/em18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300479802835484706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8WTCskQCI/AAAAAAAACz0/SQzS16lCAc0/s320/em18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 Days Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300496506025350450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8lfS7XFTI/AAAAAAAAC3U/UyVknT4aZIg/s320/em-b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love pictures of their cute, skinny little legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300496503647518402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8lfKEcPsI/AAAAAAAAC3M/6le_bIGTgXs/s320/em-b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300496498581858162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8le3MsZ3I/AAAAAAAAC3E/33Q-MNrTVjw/s320/em-b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So sweet and peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300496496278173106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SY8leunc9bI/AAAAAAAAC28/bzCeDrih0L8/s320/em-b3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, apparently I don't have a lot of pictures of Ethan with Emmett.  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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3629878873692860689-8492457508373420625?l=noakeschatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noakeschatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8492457508373420625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3629878873692860689&amp;postID=8492457508373420625' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629878873692860689/posts/default/8492457508373420625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3629878873692860689/posts/default/8492457508373420625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noakeschatter.blogspot.com/2009/02/going-private.html' title='Going Private'/><author><name>Noakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781061996058471481</uri><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629878873692860689.post-3519817915052598794</id><published>2009-02-04T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:29:31.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing.................Emmett Mark Noakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE Made It!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;beautiful new baby&lt;/span&gt;. We are so excited he is here and I promise you he will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not lack for LOVE in our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Emmett Mark Noakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Birth Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born:&lt;/span&gt; February 3, 2009 at 11 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight:&lt;/span&gt; 7 lbs. 8.1 oz. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; 20 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APGAR: &lt;/span&gt;9 and 9 (Nate asked the nurse, otherwise I wouldn't have thought about asking them, not that it really matters. Nate said the nurse told him that only doctors' kids get a 10 on their APGAR)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors:&lt;/span&gt; I hope he likes green and brown because that's what's in his room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends:&lt;/span&gt; Ethan, Luke and Linz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do:&lt;/span&gt; Eat, sleep, fill up diapers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food:&lt;/span&gt; Mom's milk is the BEST!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we Love about Emmett:&lt;/span&gt; His healthy arrival, his beautiful blonde hair, all his tiny features, his cute little cry, that he loves to cuddle with us, just everything about him. We love him to death and couldn't be happier he is part of our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett, we are SO blessed to have you join our family, we are so grateful you came to us healthy and you are so handsome. We want you to know that we love you and are so excited to show you what life in the Noakes family is like. Know that you did not lack for love or attention when you entered this world. Your siblings fight over you every day for who gets to hold you first and who you love the most. We sure love you and we look forward to watching you grow and learn every day!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvOQTNDZcI/AAAAAAAACzs/wAhdCho20zk/s1600-h/emmett2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299556165959771586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvOQTNDZcI/AAAAAAAACzs/wAhdCho20zk/s400/emmett2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is he not a good lookin' kid, except that red slime leftover on his head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvOQXC_JcI/AAAAAAAACzk/2E9eSRfpQZ0/s1600-h/emmett22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299556166991291842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvOQXC_JcI/AAAAAAAACzk/2E9eSRfpQZ0/s400/emmett22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful in blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvOQCqYu2I/AAAAAAAACzc/FTYPRjcFRLY/s1600-h/emmett9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299556161519401826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvOQCqYu2I/AAAAAAAACzc/FTYPRjcFRLY/s400/emmett9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our first picture with our beautiful Emmett on his Birth Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvOQCDZfoI/AAAAAAAACzU/U1ln-xha2m8/s1600-h/emmett3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299556161355873922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvOQCDZfoI/AAAAAAAACzU/U1ln-xha2m8/s400/emmett3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Entering the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boring details&lt;/span&gt; - skip over if you want to get to the good stuff PICTURES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really, really, really didn't want to be induced. Maybe I say this to make myself feel better, but I was &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; close to being in labor when I went in to be &lt;strong&gt;INDUCED&lt;/strong&gt;. Emmett was born the day after his due date (just like Ethan.) Things worked out and we decided to go ahead and get induced Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, didn't sleep at all Monday night. Not so much because of being nervous about having a baby the next day. Linz woke us up right as we went to bed and was up for about an hour crying about this and that (worried that grandma had left, wanted mom, etc.) Then I woke up at 3:45 a.m. with contractions. I got up and starting walking around my house in hopes that the contractions would keep up and that I would be in full labor by the time I got to the hospital. The contractions did keep up right up until about the time we left for the hospital at 5:30 a.m. Then they stopped. I was dialated to 3 cm Monday morning at the Dr. office and I was at 4 cm when I got to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the contractions were doing something, they were just taking their &lt;strong&gt;SWEET&lt;/strong&gt; time. They started the pitocin at about 7:15 a.m. If you've followed this pregnancy at all, you will know that nothing about this pregnancy is like any of my other pregnancies in any way!!! My contractions are no exception. I have had SO many false starts with this pregnancy. The week before Emmett was born I had about 6 different times where I'd have hard, close contractions for an hour or two and then they'd stop. With the 2 kids I went into labor with, it was not like that at all - once I started having contractions, that was labor and the baby was born a few hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor came and broke my water about 8:30 a.m. He wouldn't tell me what I was dialated to - I have no idea why, but it had to be about 6-7 cm. My contractions really didn't hurt at all up until then and then even for the next hour until about 9:30 a.m. then I could feel them. (I had harder, more painful contractions WAY earlier with all the others.) I asked for the epidural at 9:30 and it was fully in around 10:15 a.m. The nurse checked me right after and I was at 8 cm. I started feeling lots of pressure at 10:30, the resident checked me and I was fully dialated, effaced and ready to go. That is when they went to call the doctor, of course aren't we always waiting on them. The doctor got there about 10:45 and Emmett was born at 11:00 a.m. on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they would have checked me before they gave me the epidural, I probably shouldn't have gotten one. I've heard about 7-8 cm is too late to get one. I'm pretty sure I was at an 8 when I got mine. That's ok with me. Since I had the epidural so soon before I delivered I felt more with the delivery than with any of the others (which I REALLY liked.) I felt my water break for the first time. I felt that pressure to push for the first time. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And I got to deliver the lower half of my baby MYSELF. Can I just tell you, that was incredible and AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor had mentioned that he'd like to let me do this if all was going well and I was coherent enough to do so. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The doctor got Emmett's head and shoulders out, then he had me grab Emmett underneath his arms and pull him the rest of the way out. I pulled him right up onto my chest, slime and all. They clamped his cord while he was on me and Nate cut it off then too. That was an amazing and incredible experience and I am SO grateful the doctor cared enough and was willing to do that something extra for me on that very special day for us. &lt;/span&gt;I would recommend it to anyone if your doctor will let you. The nurse that was with me said she had never seen a doctor do that before. I was very grateful and impressed with my wonderful doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Emmett and I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;literally seconds after he was born.&lt;/span&gt; You can see all the slime still on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvOPzJiGYI/AAAAAAAACzM/vm0qLvAzcjU/s1600-h/emmett1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299556157355071874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvOPzJiGYI/AAAAAAAACzM/vm0qLvAzcjU/s400/emmett1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is slightly cleaned off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvN0ps4baI/AAAAAAAACzE/tnYy2iwZiiw/s1600-h/emmett15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299555690962513314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvN0ps4baI/AAAAAAAACzE/tnYy2iwZiiw/s320/emmett15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNuAw0dII/AAAAAAAACy8/5tNWdtsATwY/s1600-h/emmett14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299555576893961346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNuAw0dII/AAAAAAAACy8/5tNWdtsATwY/s320/emmett14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Emmett having his first bath. I included this picture so you could see his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLONDE hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Our other three kids were born with that dark, dark hair, so we were very surprised when the doctor announced that we had a blondie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't be surprised since we both have light hair, but once again Emmett has thrown our "normal" off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet, holding hands with the nurse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNmud2NHI/AAAAAAAACy0/zJ_nxBoM32o/s1600-h/emmett20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299555451723461746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNmud2NHI/AAAAAAAACy0/zJ_nxBoM32o/s320/emmett20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNmR5k2yI/AAAAAAAACys/7Dpxa2Z42EA/s1600-h/emmett21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299555444055137058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNmR5k2yI/AAAAAAAACys/7Dpxa2Z42EA/s320/emmett21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you even resist that perfect little face. We have yet to decide who Emmett looks like. If you have any thoughts, we'd LOVE to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNmb2_-RI/AAAAAAAACyk/GnPWtE6_a4s/s1600-h/emmett16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299555446728685842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNmb2_-RI/AAAAAAAACyk/GnPWtE6_a4s/s320/emmett16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNWKLjpII/AAAAAAAACyc/KqKKqjPEywQ/s1600-h/emmett17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299555167105164418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNWKLjpII/AAAAAAAACyc/KqKKqjPEywQ/s320/emmett17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The PROUD and very EXCITED siblings. Our FOUR kids!!!!!!!!!!! That is so weird to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNV-UcrzI/AAAAAAAACyU/dyBKPHjZtoo/s1600-h/emmett5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299555163921231666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNV-UcrzI/AAAAAAAACyU/dyBKPHjZtoo/s320/emmett5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom with Emmett. She has been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO WONDERFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to us through all of this. She came up Monday evening and will be here until Sunday. She has done SO much for us, I can't even say how great it has been to have her here. She has gotten the kids up, fed and on the bus every morning. She plays with Linz and keeps her happy and cleaned my house and made dinners, laundry, etc. We are so blessed to live close to her and we are forever grateful for her willingness to help us out!!!! Emmett is one lucky grandson!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNV_GBSpI/AAAAAAAACyM/yKbtweMsSAA/s1600-h/emmett10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299555164129151634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNV_GBSpI/AAAAAAAACyM/yKbtweMsSAA/s320/emmett10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are my babies - at least I thought Linz was my baby up until Feb. 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNVa09W-I/AAAAAAAACyE/VmFkldJrmNM/s1600-h/emmett12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299555154393914338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNVa09W-I/AAAAAAAACyE/VmFkldJrmNM/s320/emmett12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The proud Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNVJxiTRI/AAAAAAAACx8/WE5d_ttiSJw/s1600-h/emmett19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299555149816155410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvNVJxiTRI/AAAAAAAACx8/WE5d_ttiSJw/s320/emmett19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our first family picture - the 6 of us (officially now:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvM8yS0yiI/AAAAAAAACx0/OVq8jNFbdTI/s1600-h/emmett13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299554731196467746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvM8yS0yiI/AAAAAAAACx0/OVq8jNFbdTI/s400/emmett13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmett will learn to take teasing from daddy very soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvMvjptuxI/AAAAAAAACxs/UicP8zSe2ns/s1600-h/emmett18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299554503927642898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvMvjptuxI/AAAAAAAACxs/UicP8zSe2ns/s400/emmett18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to include one MAD face, they are just so sweet when they are mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvMn0BVDPI/AAAAAAAACxk/V1SCvRcLIhk/s1600-h/emmett8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299554370882702578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvMn0BVDPI/AAAAAAAACxk/V1SCvRcLIhk/s320/emmett8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvMYc9jHSI/AAAAAAAACxc/FZEYXLnXrnY/s1600-h/emmett7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299554106994793762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvMYc9jHSI/AAAAAAAACxc/FZEYXLnXrnY/s320/emmett7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is in his HUGE car seat. The kids are all too eager to help out. I think Ethan got to buckle Emmett in for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan was very sweet and made this Welcome Home sign for Emmett. Ethan called me at the hospital when Nate told him what we named Emmett. He has to ask me what we named Emmett because he didn't believe Nate. (Does that sound like Nate to trick about something like that?????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvJe6JjHzI/AAAAAAAACxE/DxCc21XFg1U/s1600-h/emmett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299550919374085938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvJe6JjHzI/AAAAAAAACxE/DxCc21XFg1U/s320/emmett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvJxe9HJlI/AAAAAAAACxM/sQIUlhLzn0E/s1600-h/emmett6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299551238491678290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYvJxe9HJlI/AAAAAAAACxM/sQIUlhLzn0E/s320/emmett6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Emmett with proud brother Luke. Emmett's first picture at home. Don't mind Luke's pjs. The boys have this thing going lately where they have inside out pj nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We had a lot of OSU stuff around our house that day, so I tried to even it out with a little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYU spirit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYJzAHlLx4I/AAAAAAAACwE/L9nL3hwPNk0/s1600-h/e-b-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296922557613328258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYJzAHlLx4I/AAAAAAAACwE/L9nL3hwPNk0/s400/e-b-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ethan's 7 Year Old Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; 46.5 inches &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Weight:&lt;/span&gt; 50.5 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shows:&lt;/span&gt; Between Lego Star Wars and Webkinz, movies have really taken a backseat in our house. He still loves Star Wars and High School Musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Color:&lt;/span&gt; Blue and red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friends:&lt;/span&gt; Michael, Cameron, Collin, Bradey, Dallas, Ben, Lindsey, Luke, Mom, Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To Do:&lt;/span&gt; Play basketball, watch movies, go to church, play with friends, make baby sister laugh, tease Luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Food:&lt;/span&gt; Ethan is a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great eater&lt;/span&gt;, always has been. I don't know if it's because he is the first and so we were harder on him about eating his food or if it is just his personality. He &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; NEVER complains about what we give him to eat. He sits down, eats ALL of his food and is ready to be off to his next task. We never have to bribe him to finish his food. He often eats seconds and occasionally thirds. The only thing I can think of that he doesn't like &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(at least of the stuff we've offered him)&lt;/span&gt; are olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His favorite foods are - &lt;/span&gt;PBJ sandwiches, all sandwiches, pancakes, cheeseburgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What we Love about Ethan:&lt;/span&gt; Ethan constantly amazes us with the things he is learning and his desire to learn new things every day. Ethan has been SO great to Luke this year, helping him get up and off to school everyday. Ethan sits by Luke on the bus and helps Luke when he cries. Ethan has gotten much kinder and sweeter to Linz also. He plays very cute with her and tries to include her &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ethan is a very well behaved kid at school and at church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What Ethan has learned this year:&lt;/span&gt; Ethan has really taken off with his reading this last year. Ethan is a very SMART little boy and one of the best readers in his class. He is reading longer chapter books in school and amazes us with the books he checks out from the library to read. He has brought home several books about the Titanic and has loved learning about that ship. He loves to learn about different animals and has really gotten into the Webkinz world lately. Ethan has learned a lot about basketball and it is great to see his skills getting better over time. He is also learning what it means to stand up for what you believe and that there are many things that are not ok for us to do even though other kids (on the bus) do them. I hope that he will always stand up for what he believes in, especially as that gets harder and harder to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We are truly blessed to have Ethan as a part of our family and cherish the wonderful child and helper he is. I am SO excited to see how he blossoms into an even bigger helper when his baby brother is born. He will be old enough this time to really help with a baby, hold him, bring him to me, and hopefully change his diapers?!?!?!?! Ethan is our very easy going kid and always willing to do what we ask him to. He is always willing to try new things and picks up on things very quickly. We thank Heavenly Father every day for sending Ethan to us and pray that we can do our best to teach and guide him through his life. We sure LOVE you Ethan and we hope you had a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ethan with his gifts on his birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYJy4WXlzZI/AAAAAAAACv8/_W4V9nFxrc4/s1600-h/e-bday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296922424143891858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYJy4WXlzZI/AAAAAAAACv8/_W4V9nFxrc4/s320/e-bday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad came down on Ethan's birthday (Martin Luther King Jr. day so no school.) That was a fun treat for us and it was fun for Ethan to spend some time with Grandpa ON his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYJy4FvWZbI/AAAAAAAACv0/FOeCozDK-p0/s1600-h/e-bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296922419680142770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYJy4FvWZbI/AAAAAAAACv0/FOeCozDK-p0/s320/e-bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We tried to take the kids roller skating (they are learning how in P.E. class) but they weren't open Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten Ethan's 7 year pictures taken yet, so I will get those up as soon as I get them done. 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I am hoping to get caught up before the little guy actually gets here (today maybe?) But I just wanted to write a few things down before I forget them. I know I am always curious as to how my pregnant friends are doing, so just in case you are wondering how these final days are going; here goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is me at 37 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know I am &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not the type of pregnant woman who likes to be induced&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Ethan came on his own, I was induced with Luke (only so we could move less than a week later and that was only 3 days early) I was set to be induced with Linz and she came the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor has said that he would induce me early as long as my body was ready enough for it. So, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;he set the date to be induced for Wed, Jan. 28th, &lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was hoping that since Linz came the day before I was to be induced, this little guy would too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tuesday morning at 2:30 a.m. with some pretty good contractions&lt;/span&gt;. They were very close together and about 20 seconds or so long. I thought, this is good, today just may be the day (the day before I was scheduled to be induced.) This continued for about 50 minutes. I remember thinking 10 more minutes and I'd get up and start getting things ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know I am waking up and it is 4:30 in the morning. The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;contractions had stopped&lt;/span&gt; and I had gone back to sleep. I was kind of bummed that it wasn't the real thing, however I wasn't quite ready yet to have the baby on Tuesday - too much still to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all day Tuesday getting stuff ready so that if I went into real labor early Wed. morning, I would be ready for the babe to come. I had a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;doctor's appointment Tuesday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I thought for sure I would be at least at 2 cm now (I was at 1 cm 4 days ago.) Doc said the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;contractions didn't really do a thing&lt;/span&gt;, I hadn't dialated any more since the Fri. before. I still had the induction scheduled for the next morning, (this morning at 5:30 a.m.) I told him that I still didn't want to be induced yet and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we canceled that induction&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (I could have had a new baby boy RIGHT NOW had I been induced, yikes!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;didn't sleep really well last night&lt;/span&gt;, not because of the contractions (because there weren't any) but because I kept waking up wondering when the contractions were going to start. I can't say that I even had one contraction last night that was in any way painful. Nor have I had any so far today. I am anxiously waiting for labor to start at any time now. I even tried shoveling the 2 inches of snow we got last night in the driveway, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;here I sit, still pregnant and waiting&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure my doctor and probably a lot of you think I am crazy and insane for not taking the opportunity to be induced early. I probably am nuts, but something about walking into the hospital at 5 in the morning, getting hooked up and the doctors and medicine doing all the work to get labor going just doesn't appeal to me. I know there are LOTS of women who love to be induced and more power to you, it is just not for me. Now, if I make it to my due date, and especially &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PAST&lt;/span&gt; my due date, I may have a different opinion about being induced. But for now I am waiting and anticipating feeling my body go into labor!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tonight will be the night, although I still have &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5 days until my official due date&lt;/span&gt;. And who knows, maybe my next post will be to announce his arrival (oh yeah, we still need a name for our little guy. Baby brother just doesn't seem to be appropriate - that is what the kids have been calling him.) We are open to suggestions if you have any for us on names........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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He ripped open Sparky's bag and showed him to me and told me all about what he gets to do for being Student of the Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Student of the Week gets to bring Sparky home for the weekend&lt;/span&gt; and has to take care of him and write in his journal everything Sparky got to do with their family for the weekend. I was hoping that Sparky would get to witness a newborn baby during his weekend at our house, but that just didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun weekend with Sparky, he &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;played Legos&lt;/span&gt; with Luke Friday night. He got to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;go to Ethan's basketball game &lt;/span&gt;Saturday morning, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;help us paint baby brother's room&lt;/span&gt; and even &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;went roller skating&lt;/span&gt; with Luke Saturday night. Sparky &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wanted to go to church&lt;/span&gt; with us on Sunday, but we had to leave him in the car. He got to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;watch it snow&lt;/span&gt; all during church. He is a good dog and we had fun with him over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Luke was SO cute with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He carried Sparky around all weekend long and took great care of him. He included Sparky in everything we did from eating to reading scriptures and praying. We will miss Sparky but are extremely excited to welcome our own new addition to the family ANY DAY NOW!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what Luke's Teacher found out about Luke for his Student of the Week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Luke Noakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My birthday is:&lt;/span&gt; August 18th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My Family includes:&lt;/span&gt; my mom, dad, Ethan, Lindsey, another baby boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My favorite color is:&lt;/span&gt; blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My favorite animal is:&lt;/span&gt; a zebra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My favorite book is:&lt;/span&gt; my animal book &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that he got for Christmas - thanks grandma Noakes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My favorite movie is:&lt;/span&gt; Star Wars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My favorite food is:&lt;/span&gt; macaroni and cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;but please don't ask me to eat:&lt;/span&gt; peas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like to wear:&lt;/span&gt; my basketball shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;At school I like to: &lt;/span&gt;do work &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that is a great thing to hear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; would like to visit:&lt;/span&gt; Disneyland &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I think this is what all the other kids say, so he now thinks he wants to go there too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I grow up I want to be a:&lt;/span&gt; basketball player&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My wish is:&lt;/span&gt; for a real basketball hoop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice the same theme here that I did?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very cute and fun to even learn a few things about Luke. 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They have LOVED every minute of it and have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;been begging to go skating.&lt;/span&gt; We tried to take them on Ethan's birthday, but they weren't open that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke's friend Gavin invited Luke to go skating with him today and he was kind enough to invite Ethan to come along too. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The boys had a BLAST for 3 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Gavin's mom has helped out a few times during skating at school and she said that Luke was one of the best skaters in his class and she couldn't believe that he had never skated before. I was kind of worried about the boys being out there with so many big kids (they skated from 7-10 p.m.) but they did GREAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke was the smallest and probably the youngest one out there, but he is a GREAT skater&lt;/span&gt;. It was so fun to see them out there doing BIG KID things and I'm glad we were able to go do something that they have been wanting to do for weeks now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had tons of fun and we will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have to take them back another time soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the blurry picture. This was the best one of Luke and Gavin. They LOVE to be silly together and this one captured their silly faces the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYJ9S30CrqI/AAAAAAAACw0/LFhYZcLylXA/s1600-h/skating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296933874914471586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYJ9S30CrqI/AAAAAAAACw0/LFhYZcLylXA/s400/skating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is Ethan with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYJ9S9bFN5I/AAAAAAAACws/zxfAAiIwQPU/s1600-h/skating1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296933876420392850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYJ9S9bFN5I/AAAAAAAACws/zxfAAiIwQPU/s400/skating1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I always feel bad when Ethan's friends ask him to do something or Luke's friends ask him to do something and the other one doesn't get to go. Up until now, they have basically had the same friends and whatever one does, the other does too. I guess now that they are both in school and are starting to have different friends, I need to get used to this happening. They are just so used to doing everything together, it is hard for one to see the other get to do something fun. So, I'm Ethan got to tag along this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I thought they were a fun idea and Nate did a great job making them. He thought it was cheesy. Several people have told me that their boys have loved these balloons. We had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;footballs&lt;/span&gt;, baseballs and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;basketballs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE7j9z0wbI/AAAAAAAACvE/9nm2QMnUzDk/s1600-h/party28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296580125837803954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE7j9z0wbI/AAAAAAAACvE/9nm2QMnUzDk/s320/party28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lunch ready to be served. We had stadium food of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pop, chips, football and basketball jigglers, apples and carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE7Y2vNe3I/AAAAAAAACu8/DSTE7vjEs6g/s1600-h/party29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296579934960843634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE7Y2vNe3I/AAAAAAAACu8/DSTE7vjEs6g/s200/party29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the gang eating and getting ready for some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE7RZQj4JI/AAAAAAAACu0/WOHCHlVe6a0/s1600-h/party25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296579806788575378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE7RZQj4JI/AAAAAAAACu0/WOHCHlVe6a0/s320/party25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the party favor bags all lined up and ready to be taken home. Just some fun sports stuff inside, stickers, candy, a ball whistle and a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;REAL baseball signed by the MVP of the day, Ethan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE7GRswOvI/AAAAAAAACus/ZYTBHVpEip0/s1600-h/party18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296579615780780786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE7GRswOvI/AAAAAAAACus/ZYTBHVpEip0/s200/party18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nate started off the party with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;game of sports charades&lt;/span&gt;. The kids had to act out a sport for everyone else to guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE7GOzfnII/AAAAAAAACuk/-u5LWRggvT8/s1600-h/party27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296579615003745410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE7GOzfnII/AAAAAAAACuk/-u5LWRggvT8/s200/party27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nate does such a great job of entertaining the kids and most of these game ideas were his. Here are the kids &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;defending the "castle"&lt;/span&gt; they built while the other team tries to shoot it down with their nerf guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE610x-5gI/AAAAAAAACuc/CWSdnuv4yc4/s1600-h/party23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296579333140178434" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE610x-5gI/AAAAAAAACuc/CWSdnuv4yc4/s200/party23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE61o8faKI/AAAAAAAACuU/jdDtnn7Zx04/s1600-h/party24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296579329963026594" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE61o8faKI/AAAAAAAACuU/jdDtnn7Zx04/s200/party24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we played &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dodgeball&lt;/span&gt;, all the boys against Nate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE61h4ppOI/AAAAAAAACuM/8BmeTZkVTsg/s1600-h/party20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296579328067871970" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE61h4ppOI/AAAAAAAACuM/8BmeTZkVTsg/s200/party20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE61ZpieWI/AAAAAAAACuE/W5XJ15pGnD4/s1600-h/party19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296579325857003874" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE61ZpieWI/AAAAAAAACuE/W5XJ15pGnD4/s200/party19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bean bag catch&lt;/span&gt; - to see who could rack up the most catches in a row. It's too bad Ethan's birthday is in January, with a sports theme, we could have really had fun outside. I don't think the kids minded at all though, I really think they had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE6MDcZKII/AAAAAAAACts/FEIiPInojOs/s1600-h/party17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296578615521650818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE6MDcZKII/AAAAAAAACts/FEIiPInojOs/s200/party17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids had had 2 snow days from school the 2 days right before the party, so we had 10 VERY active boys at the party. I think they were all excited to get out of the house and do something fun. Here they are doing the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;long jump&lt;/span&gt;. We got a little crazy with the long jumping. No one got hurt, I promise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE6MHXHvJI/AAAAAAAACtk/X0WDHf2NU4w/s1600-h/party16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296578616573279378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE6MHXHvJI/AAAAAAAACtk/X0WDHf2NU4w/s200/party16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE5-_NJA8I/AAAAAAAACtU/EVYm8VVJtWk/s1600-h/party10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296578391045637058" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE5-_NJA8I/AAAAAAAACtU/EVYm8VVJtWk/s200/party10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE5-w9VhKI/AAAAAAAACtc/77BcmphLHNM/s1600-h/party11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296578387221251234" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE5-w9VhKI/AAAAAAAACtc/77BcmphLHNM/s200/party11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ethan with his cake(s.)&lt;/span&gt; I made 2 just in case. I wasn't sure how many kids just one would feed. We ended up only eating part of one cake. It worked out just fine because then we got to use the other cake on his "real" birthday 2 days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out the candles...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wonder what he wished for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I think I have a guess, you'll see later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE5znE0FYI/AAAAAAAACtM/YV9ORnzqhZ0/s1600-h/party21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296578195589698946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE5znE0FYI/AAAAAAAACtM/YV9ORnzqhZ0/s320/party21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I had to guess what he wished for it would be this right here. He got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;three webkinz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for his birthday and he was in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEAVEN &lt;/span&gt;with them!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE5zb90DfI/AAAAAAAACtE/ATKVN34jy_s/s1600-h/party22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296578192607546866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE5zb90DfI/AAAAAAAACtE/ATKVN34jy_s/s320/party22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"musical chairs" to open his gifts&lt;/span&gt;. We passed a ball around the circle and when the music stopped, the person holding the ball got to give Ethan their present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Ethan with his gifts from the party. He got lots of FUN stuff, including some money that he is anxiously wanting to buy ANOTHER webkinz with.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE5oFXj9QI/AAAAAAAACs8/M5U1O5eO7fg/s1600-h/party14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296577997562967298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE5oFXj9QI/AAAAAAAACs8/M5U1O5eO7fg/s320/party14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of all the kids at Ethan's party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Collin, Alack, Isaac, Dallas, Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke, Ethan, Michael, Owen, Jameson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are a great group of kids and we had a lot of fun with them for the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE5fPsE2qI/AAAAAAAACs0/jeREFojopZY/s1600-h/party26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296577845714541218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE5fPsE2qI/AAAAAAAACs0/jeREFojopZY/s400/party26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had all the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kids sign their names on a ball&lt;/span&gt; when they got to the party. Ethan got to keep that ball as a souvenir from his 7th birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE5CqScFhI/AAAAAAAACss/QMfWVd-4_Mc/s1600-h/party15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296577354638562834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE5CqScFhI/AAAAAAAACss/QMfWVd-4_Mc/s320/party15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;great fun day!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wonderful mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came up to help us the day of the party. I don't know how we have ever done parties without her before. She was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;such a HUGE help!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was so amazing to have that one extra set of hands around. She cleaned up from lunch while we played games and then cleaned up the cake and ice cream while we did presents. She really saved me a lot of work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Then, when we went to exchange a webkinz, she had the whole house looking better than it did before the party started. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It is SO wonderful to live close to my mom and have her be willing and able to help us out and celebrate our special days with us!!!! Thanks mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank Yous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that we gave to each of the kids. I took their picture when they first got to the party and then Ethan wrote them each a note saying thanks for the gifts. It is also a fun way to have a nice picture of each of the kids that were at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE1yIl4JPI/AAAAAAAACsk/dOuAMHZu-S4/s1600-h/party2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296573772180497650" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE1yIl4JPI/AAAAAAAACsk/dOuAMHZu-S4/s200/party2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE1xugwo8I/AAAAAAAACsc/l1R1xkLq9BE/s1600-h/party3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296573765179712450" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE1xugwo8I/AAAAAAAACsc/l1R1xkLq9BE/s200/party3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE1xhv7m-I/AAAAAAAACsU/inx1IJyTID0/s1600-h/party4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296573761753684962" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE1xhv7m-I/AAAAAAAACsU/inx1IJyTID0/s200/party4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE1xK-WlwI/AAAAAAAACsM/mY3LVvUGKZs/s1600-h/party5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296573755640157954" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE1xK-WlwI/AAAAAAAACsM/mY3LVvUGKZs/s200/party5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE1w5530cI/AAAAAAAACsE/pS48rAu3kos/s1600-h/party6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296573751057961410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE1w5530cI/AAAAAAAACsE/pS48rAu3kos/s200/party6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if Ethan didn't get enough presents from his birthday party, my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mom spoiled him with more presents &lt;/span&gt;that night, before she left to go back home (one of the benefits of living so close to grandma - a day trip is do-able.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVES this guitar&lt;/span&gt; and now wants to take guitar lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296578790551829010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SYE6WPe1uhI/AAAAAAAACt0/HBLml2OKh08/s320/party12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ethan's wish come true&lt;/span&gt;, a huge pile of webkinz. 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She is cranky and just wants to cuddle and usually falls back asleep if I hold her for a few minutes.  Well, since Ethan was home today and he was doing some reading, I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;had him hold Linz while he read his book.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is this not the sweetest picture?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan really is growing to be a great big brother.  He certainly does his fair share of teasing and bothering his siblings, don't get me wrong.  But truly he loves them and is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;SO good about doing (almost) everything I ask him to do.&lt;/span&gt;  I have tried to start asking Luke and now Linz to do more, but inevitably Ethan is the one I still rely on the most to do things for me.  He never complains and is such a good helper for me.  (One reason it is sad to have him gone ALL day at school this year.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan is always good about helping Linz go to the bathroom or get her shoes and coat on.  He helps her clean her room and has been really good about playing with her and letting her play with him.  I'm so glad he loves his little sister and I hope they are always great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've written about this before, but while I'm on the subject, I should mention it again.  Not only is Ethan good to Linz, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;he has been SO GOOD to Luke this school year&lt;/span&gt;.  Luke has been doing much better about getting on the bus in the mornings, but everyone once in a while I still have to set him on the bus.  Ethan is always right there to sit by Luke (and hold him on the bus while I run off.)  There have been numerous times that we have missed the bus and so I have to take the boys to school.  Luke usually doesn't want to get out of the car, and Ethan helps Luke get out and literally "prods" Luke all the way up to the school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know what I would do about Luke without Ethan.  He is such a good sport and has been a huge blessing in our family.  I hope he doesn't ever resent everything I make him do, but that he will be grateful for the opportunities he's had (by being the oldest) to learn and experience things later in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Linz loved being "mom" to Celeste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_I05MJhqI/AAAAAAAACrc/4pauHOJHjBU/s1600-h/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296172497841522338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_I05MJhqI/AAAAAAAACrc/4pauHOJHjBU/s320/xmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And trying to make Celeste pose for pictures with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_IsKDK6kI/AAAAAAAACrU/3gFPWNi4yBk/s1600-h/xmas14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296172347748444738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_IsKDK6kI/AAAAAAAACrU/3gFPWNi4yBk/s320/xmas14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_IlIRveSI/AAAAAAAACrM/D5RjLrhx-kU/s1600-h/xmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296172227013605666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_IlIRveSI/AAAAAAAACrM/D5RjLrhx-kU/s320/xmas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom and part of the grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_IlDFnE1I/AAAAAAAACrE/ms9t5QHA88c/s1600-h/xmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296172225620546386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_IlDFnE1I/AAAAAAAACrE/ms9t5QHA88c/s320/xmas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_Ikgfz_YI/AAAAAAAACq8/5JucA46CdGk/s1600-h/xmas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296172216335203714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_Ikgfz_YI/AAAAAAAACq8/5JucA46CdGk/s320/xmas3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent one afternoon &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;making a gingerbread house&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_IXblAlII/AAAAAAAACq0/JBfhHTTM0oM/s1600-h/xmas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296171991676523650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_IXblAlII/AAAAAAAACq0/JBfhHTTM0oM/s200/xmas4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_IOjouFOI/AAAAAAAACqs/H2Wrr34u1cI/s1600-h/xmas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296171839220749538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_IOjouFOI/AAAAAAAACqs/H2Wrr34u1cI/s200/xmas5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We didn't actually get it all put together like a house, we just decorated all the pieces.  The kids had fun with that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_IIBnE3gI/AAAAAAAACqk/Olcm54vBaDI/s1600-h/xmas6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296171727007833602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_IIBnE3gI/AAAAAAAACqk/Olcm54vBaDI/s200/xmas6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW YEAR'S EVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On New Year's Eve, we took the kids to the Children's Museum.  They had fun and got some energy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_IHwaCG1I/AAAAAAAACqc/3KjTEvsMjBc/s1600-h/xmas7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296171722389723986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_IHwaCG1I/AAAAAAAACqc/3KjTEvsMjBc/s200/xmas7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296171515409546450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_H7tWHPNI/AAAAAAAACqU/7AK73EgxaZo/s320/xmas8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_H7iO4NxI/AAAAAAAACqM/1gnccOkPZ6k/s1600-h/xmas9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296171512426411794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_H7iO4NxI/AAAAAAAACqM/1gnccOkPZ6k/s320/xmas9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_H7ca6V8I/AAAAAAAACqE/nChRujcdBtc/s1600-h/xmas10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296171510866270146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_H7ca6V8I/AAAAAAAACqE/nChRujcdBtc/s320/xmas10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma was so good with the kids.  She let them each pick out a game to play and she played each game with the grandkids.  This was the game Luke picked out, Chicken Limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_HqXKGtSI/AAAAAAAACp8/bMO7Ebcv4Xw/s1600-h/xmas12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296171217395823906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_HqXKGtSI/AAAAAAAACp8/bMO7Ebcv4Xw/s200/xmas12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wade picked Mr. Potato Head and he and Linz had fun "creating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_HqC_ZONI/AAAAAAAACp0/FGEYtCZQMgk/s1600-h/xmas13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296171211982190802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_HqC_ZONI/AAAAAAAACp0/FGEYtCZQMgk/s200/xmas13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Year's Even afternoon, &lt;/span&gt;we headed down to my house again to celebrate the New Year with my dad and my sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_HazxJPeI/AAAAAAAACps/cNYMs-9JXiE/s1600-h/xmas11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296170950197853666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX_HazxJPeI/AAAAAAAACps/cNYMs-9JXiE/s320/xmas11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linz and Wade had fun &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smelling my dad's oils OVER and OVER and OVER again&lt;/span&gt;.  They were very cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stayed up late eating lots of junk and playing lots of games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I think we all managed to stay up until midnight even (except Nate, I think he took a 10 minute power nap.)  We celebrated the new year and headed to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun night and is always good to be with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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That afternoon we headed up to my aunt and uncle's house to spend a few hours with them. 6 of their 8 children were home for Christmas this year (minus the one in CA and the one on his mission.) It was fun visiting and catching up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;closest cousins growing up&lt;/span&gt; (we even went to school with them in Jr. high for a few years), so we spent a lot of time with them and it is always fun to get together once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were plenty of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cute kids&lt;/span&gt; and lots of chatting, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;catching up&lt;/span&gt; and just plain &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas fun&lt;/span&gt;. Once again, there was food galore and always yummy treats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's little girl being cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6lQvvJPSI/AAAAAAAACpk/aXKFz_KIaig/s1600-h/night1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295851918944976162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6lQvvJPSI/AAAAAAAACpk/aXKFz_KIaig/s320/night1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My niece, Celeste being cute too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6lQgEGGgI/AAAAAAAACpc/zgLFcX9SUUE/s1600-h/night2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295851914737883650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6lQgEGGgI/AAAAAAAACpc/zgLFcX9SUUE/s320/night2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin Katilyn and her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6kuDLSJtI/AAAAAAAACpU/oPYKlhVozh0/s1600-h/night7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295851322867853010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6kuDLSJtI/AAAAAAAACpU/oPYKlhVozh0/s320/night7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin Larissa and her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6ktwmc7nI/AAAAAAAACpM/MEHmyjtqAq4/s1600-h/night3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295851317881532018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6ktwmc7nI/AAAAAAAACpM/MEHmyjtqAq4/s320/night3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousins Stefanie and her husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6ktz_RF9I/AAAAAAAACpE/nham3Myrz0Q/s1600-h/night5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295851318790920146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6ktz_RF9I/AAAAAAAACpE/nham3Myrz0Q/s320/night5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin Natalie and her husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6kttISylI/AAAAAAAACo8/wKx94sZqGb0/s1600-h/night4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295851316949731922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6kttISylI/AAAAAAAACo8/wKx94sZqGb0/s320/night4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christina - my youngest cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6ktXL-CeI/AAAAAAAACo0/sHEfxodhS0g/s1600-h/night6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295851311059569122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6ktXL-CeI/AAAAAAAACo0/sHEfxodhS0g/s320/night6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my sister and I with 6 of our cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6kVOdfddI/AAAAAAAACos/TAxGiT7bddk/s1600-h/night8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295850896400283090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6kVOdfddI/AAAAAAAACos/TAxGiT7bddk/s400/night8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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They didn't wake up super early, yet still early enough. They got to go down and look in their stockings and play with those toys until the rest of us got out of bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nice morning of opening gifts&lt;/span&gt;, it was nice that all the kids were able to open their own gifts this year. Ethan read the names and handed out gifts to everyone (well, ok, really just tossed gifts that weren't his out of the way to get to all of his own gifts.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to look through all their gifts after we took their bags of stuff upstairs because they opened their gifts so fast I didn't really have a chance to see what they got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom always does a wonderful job of Christmas for the kids&lt;/span&gt; and this year was no exception. The 4 boys got several toys that were the same and they were entertained by those few toys for the next week and a half. (While the older boys, Nate and Shawn, were entertained by the new Deer Hunting Wii game.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6cw3sUIBI/AAAAAAAACok/8FssEOhngHc/s1600-h/day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295842575231754258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6cw3sUIBI/AAAAAAAACok/8FssEOhngHc/s400/day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Linz and Celeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6cm9suclI/AAAAAAAACoc/H_BVxjSxcds/s1600-h/day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295842405045400146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6cm9suclI/AAAAAAAACoc/H_BVxjSxcds/s320/day1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and Santa, I mean Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6cmiuss_I/AAAAAAAACoU/amKhghu7ApU/s1600-h/day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295842397805917170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6cmiuss_I/AAAAAAAACoU/amKhghu7ApU/s320/day2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nate and I bright and early on Christmas morning, remember the morning part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6cmdt7ZsI/AAAAAAAACoM/ONxrHzaHp2k/s1600-h/day3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295842396460508866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6cmdt7ZsI/AAAAAAAACoM/ONxrHzaHp2k/s320/day3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little, ok younger, brother Mitchell came by. The kids always love uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6clwV1scI/AAAAAAAACoE/zWMZqGtV7UU/s1600-h/day4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295842384279876034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6clwV1scI/AAAAAAAACoE/zWMZqGtV7UU/s320/day4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Day after lunch, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we headed down to our house to celebrate Christmas with my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The kids got more presents and we had fun hanging out here with Grandpa and uncle Mitchell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even got a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REAL game of Pounce in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It has been WAY too long since I had played a real, fast game of Pounce and it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of fun. (And not only because my dad and I won.) We'll have to do it again sometime SOON!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids were in heaven with Celeste.&lt;/span&gt; Linz absolutely adored her and wanted to do everything with her and follow her around. Ethan and Luke also loved to hold her and play with her. My kids were constantly fighting over Celeste, while Becky's boys didn't really pay too much attention to her (but they get to see her all day every day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys had fun helping Celeste play the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linz got this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gloworm from Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;. She LOVES it. She actually saw it before Christmas and threw a HUGE fit when Nate took it away from her. So, we knew she would like it when she opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6cSc4kjsI/AAAAAAAACn8/8y_jIy9Hk5E/s1600-h/day7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295842052639329986" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6cSc4kjsI/AAAAAAAACn8/8y_jIy9Hk5E/s200/day7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6cQUYLfZI/AAAAAAAACn0/oKHaCVEmHDw/s1600-h/day5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295842015996247442" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6cQUYLfZI/AAAAAAAACn0/oKHaCVEmHDw/s200/day5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa opening his gifts.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6cGIifTDI/AAAAAAAACns/4QG63WOQSZQ/s1600-h/day6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295841841019571250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6cGIifTDI/AAAAAAAACns/4QG63WOQSZQ/s320/day6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We have had a fun and blessed year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;December &lt;/span&gt;-Mon 12/10 - found out we miscarried&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Tues - Nate drops Melinda off at hospital for D&amp;amp;C surger on his way to take National Boards&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Wed - Nate finishes second day of boards/ Melinda recovering from surgery&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Thur - move to Boise for 3 months (36 hour car ride)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Christmas with ALL of Nate’s family&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;START OF CRAZINESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;January-2008&lt;/span&gt; Ethan has new K class&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Ethan turns 6&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;swimming lessons&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;ride in G-pa Huckstep’s HUGE motor home&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;visit family in Utah&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;homemade ice cream w/ G-pa and G-ma Huckstep (no complaints)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;February -&lt;/span&gt;LOVE g-pa Noakes’ cabin(in mountains-TONS of snow)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;snow caves&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Linz finds best friend, cousin Makall&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;visit McKees in WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;March -&lt;/span&gt;Linz turns 2&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;starts to talk more&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;loves babies&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;home to Columbus&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Chris, Kristal and Makall visit&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Nate starts last 1/4 of school&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Linz in big girl bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;April -&lt;/span&gt;Ethan back in first K class&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Luke learning to read&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Nate takes LAST set of boards&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;look for employment&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;boys REALLY into Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;May -&lt;/span&gt;Accept job in Springfield&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Luke graduates preschool&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;house hunting&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Ethan soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;June -&lt;/span&gt;Ethan “graduates” K&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Nate GRADUATES Optometry school&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Nate’s parents, sister Corinne, &amp;amp;Melinda’s Mom come out for graduation&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;baby #4 on way&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;trip to Hershey, PA, Sesame Place, visit Potters in New York&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;squeeze in 1st visit to Kirtland&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;pack&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;camping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;July -&lt;/span&gt;Close on our 1st house&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;unpack for 3 days then trip to Boise(Jennett &amp;amp; kids too)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;meet cousin Rylee&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;unpacking&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Nate finally gets to play doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;August -&lt;/span&gt;Nate adjusts to working life &amp;amp; to being called Dr&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Luke starts K on 5th b-day&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Ethan starts 1st grade&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Linz lonely all day&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;having a boy&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;kids LOVE neighborhood pool&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Linz potty trained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;September -&lt;/span&gt;Luke has hard time w/ school( get on bus @ 7:20 for 40 min. bus ride)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Enjoy being 1 hr from Melinda’s parents&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Ethan loses 1st tooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;October -&lt;/span&gt;Melinda called to Primary&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Nate adds new title to name–President (YM President)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Nate’s brother Jarom visits (Simpsons  too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;November -&lt;/span&gt;Nate’s parents visit (Simpsons come again)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;spend our first Thanksgiving in Ohio-at Simpson’s-Cincinnati&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Jet’s famous sushi turkey recipe&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;celebrate 8th anniversary&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Melinda helps in kids’ classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;December -&lt;/span&gt;Going WAY too fast&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;looking forward to the New Year and new addition to our family…due February 2&lt;br /&gt; 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My sister and her family got to my mom's a few hours before us. We had a nice evening. The kids were so excited to see each other and Linz had a blast with baby Celeste (she calls her Aleste - in fact she insists that we name our baby Aleste.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my sister's three kids - Treyton, Celeste, Wade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Celeste ---------Linz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6HacWQY1I/AAAAAAAACm0/6gL09hSLVUY/s1600-h/eve2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819100190171986" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6HacWQY1I/AAAAAAAACm0/6gL09hSLVUY/s200/eve2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6HcRksxgI/AAAAAAAACm8/9Li3rI97Ncg/s1600-h/eve4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819131657700866" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6HcRksxgI/AAAAAAAACm8/9Li3rI97Ncg/s200/eve4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6HJGTF5JI/AAAAAAAACms/gDdP4dOrmMI/s1600-h/eve3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma with her 2 princesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295818601772294082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6G9bmLH8I/AAAAAAAACmk/NELhBPS9760/s320/eve5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We acted out the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The kids were very cute and they had fun. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Linz was Mary&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wade was Joseph&lt;/span&gt;. We never had a pregnant Mary in our Nativity this year, Linz wouldn't let the baby out of her hands, so Mary carried baby Jesus into Bethlehem this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819557204648578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6H1C2_4oI/AAAAAAAACnM/MEGRBuLY2_Y/s400/eve.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ethan, Luke and Treyton were the 3 Wise Men&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819423195536578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6HtPovHMI/AAAAAAAACnE/y44SmHrtqKo/s400/eve1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6GtZy-wII/AAAAAAAACmc/CfyV1TDBbJg/s1600-h/eve6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295818326411231362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6GtZy-wII/AAAAAAAACmc/CfyV1TDBbJg/s320/eve6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;special visit from Santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Santa stopped by as the kids were getting ready for bed and they got to come down and help Santa put the gifts under the tree. I got to take advantage of the Santa opportunity and get pictures of the kids with Santa since we hadn't visited Santa yet this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6GtZy-wII/AAAAAAAACmc/CfyV1TDBbJg/s1600-h/eve6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ethan ------------Luke &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6GiftDv-I/AAAAAAAACmU/S810cMEj3To/s1600-h/eve7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295818139018444770" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6GiftDv-I/AAAAAAAACmU/S810cMEj3To/s200/eve7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6GiWHWihI/AAAAAAAACmM/C_afK_Iu7Nc/s1600-h/eve8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295818136444373522" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6GiWHWihI/AAAAAAAACmM/C_afK_Iu7Nc/s200/eve8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Linz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6Gh0uFBiI/AAAAAAAACmE/ylgfbPIOQ-g/s1600-h/eve9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295818127479997986" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6Gh0uFBiI/AAAAAAAACmE/ylgfbPIOQ-g/s200/eve9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Treyton -------------Wade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6F7MKtmlI/AAAAAAAACl8/_StgXjnr-dc/s1600-h/eve10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295817463759215186" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6F7MKtmlI/AAAAAAAACl8/_StgXjnr-dc/s200/eve10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6F64OTO_I/AAAAAAAACl0/3UCs_E4-SG8/s1600-h/eve11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295817458405555186" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6F64OTO_I/AAAAAAAACl0/3UCs_E4-SG8/s200/eve11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As soon as Santa left, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ethan said that he knew that wasn't Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it was grandpa. I asked him why he thought that and he said that he heard him talk and he could tell by the tennis shoes (Santa just had black flap things that went over his shoes.) I was impressed that Ethan noticed those things. He didn't make a big deal out of it and I told him not to say anything else about it. None of the other kids really heard or at least were scarred by what Ethan had said. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess he is getting older and realizing more things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6Flv_y6nI/AAAAAAAACls/iHgpVna2UBo/s1600-h/eve12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295817095419980402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SX6Flv_y6nI/AAAAAAAACls/iHgpVna2UBo/s400/eve12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Side Note:&lt;/span&gt;  Luke made some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reindeer food&lt;/span&gt; in his Kindergarten class that we were supposed to leave outside so the reindeer could find our house.  We forgot until after Santa had already come.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Linz noticed that Santa had forgotten to fill our stockings&lt;/span&gt; when he stopped by.  She was VERY concerned about this (it was funny that she - being the youngest - was the only one who noticed that Santa forgot to fill our stockings.)  She told grandma SEVERAL times while getting ready for bed about how Santa forgot our stockings and what were we going to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, since Santa forgot to fill our stockings, I told Luke that we'd better put the reindeer food out so the reindeer would smell our house again and stop back so Santa could fill our stockings.  It must have worked because we had stockings full of goodies Christmas morning!!!!  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks Luke for saving the day with your reindeer food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We celebrated &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas morning&lt;/span&gt; as a family a little early since we'd be at my mom's for the real Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a fun morning and it is always fun to see the kids get so excited and be SO happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stockings all in a row&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanxx9HfJI/AAAAAAAAClU/vcfvRR5SPlo/s1600-h/chr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293602885685705874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanxx9HfJI/AAAAAAAAClU/vcfvRR5SPlo/s320/chr1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our tree on Christmas morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293605885830181714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaqgaXTM1I/AAAAAAAAClc/ELeYdaZsPj4/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Linz with her stocking&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanxngIxAI/AAAAAAAAClM/brTMmjEkp8A/s1600-h/chr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293602882879800322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanxngIxAI/AAAAAAAAClM/brTMmjEkp8A/s320/chr2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Luke with his stocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanxYYtBmI/AAAAAAAAClE/E_r1H5tnVKY/s1600-h/chr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293602878822090338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanxYYtBmI/AAAAAAAAClE/E_r1H5tnVKY/s320/chr3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan with his stocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanxFwdr_I/AAAAAAAACk8/Q8ApB-4iubM/s1600-h/chr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293602873821474802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanxFwdr_I/AAAAAAAACk8/Q8ApB-4iubM/s320/chr4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids posing in front of the tree as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kung Fu Pandas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanwx9mXFI/AAAAAAAACk0/cDuOt1lAK9g/s1600-h/chr5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293602868507860050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanwx9mXFI/AAAAAAAACk0/cDuOt1lAK9g/s320/chr5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in their Christmas PJs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanXiEalcI/AAAAAAAACks/77NL1uuxliI/s1600-h/chr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293602434744751554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanXiEalcI/AAAAAAAACks/77NL1uuxliI/s400/chr6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Linz loves her new baby&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanNLx1v3I/AAAAAAAACkk/sr1T8xbtJuI/s1600-h/chr7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293602256962568050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanNLx1v3I/AAAAAAAACkk/sr1T8xbtJuI/s320/chr7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Luke with his favorite gift - his Webkin, Spikie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanM8GLF7I/AAAAAAAACkc/3jQro8QQOrY/s1600-h/chr8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293602252752885682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanM8GLF7I/AAAAAAAACkc/3jQro8QQOrY/s320/chr8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the boys with their NEW light sabers (can never have too many of these)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanMtu4p9I/AAAAAAAACkU/PRaSHUOrOp8/s1600-h/chr9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293602248897112018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXanMtu4p9I/AAAAAAAACkU/PRaSHUOrOp8/s320/chr9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Linz &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVES her new stroller&lt;/span&gt;.  She pushes it around &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;day.  She had to load every doll she owns into it right away.  Here she is with her new dress up equipment - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shoes and all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXam2aaCoSI/AAAAAAAACkM/TholetkPTgI/s1600-h/chr10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293601865752289570" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXam2aaCoSI/AAAAAAAACkM/TholetkPTgI/s320/chr10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXam15FmHmI/AAAAAAAACkE/8pRqdpOhSzg/s1600-h/chr11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293601856808164962" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXam15FmHmI/AAAAAAAACkE/8pRqdpOhSzg/s320/chr11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my best new chef.  I just couldn't pass up this super cute apron and hat for her.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXampZlfx7I/AAAAAAAACj8/uQfRnqGBWi4/s1600-h/chr12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293601642193602482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXampZlfx7I/AAAAAAAACj8/uQfRnqGBWi4/s400/chr12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Nate was the master architect and made all the houses last night so they would be ready to decorate today. He did a great job and we had SO much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The raw ingredients...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaaUyrsrdI/AAAAAAAACjs/Tz0P_JyR73w/s1600-h/houses11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293588094013713874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaaUyrsrdI/AAAAAAAACjs/Tz0P_JyR73w/s320/houses11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids being silly and ready to create&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaaU4tfb2I/AAAAAAAACjk/QCL3-s1ULNM/s1600-h/houses9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293588095631847266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaaU4tfb2I/AAAAAAAACjk/QCL3-s1ULNM/s320/houses9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaZJmYrcAI/AAAAAAAACjc/Xw5xKoH2AAk/s1600-h/houses3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293586802222526466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaZJmYrcAI/AAAAAAAACjc/Xw5xKoH2AAk/s320/houses3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little cutie with the house she (Nate) made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaZJowW2OI/AAAAAAAACjU/NS27wQa0voE/s1600-h/houses8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293586802858711266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaZJowW2OI/AAAAAAAACjU/NS27wQa0voE/s320/houses8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the finished products of our friends that joined us for the night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jaina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaZJe-pz5I/AAAAAAAACjM/E4COKvMG_Fg/s1600-h/houses6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293586800234319762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaZJe-pz5I/AAAAAAAACjM/E4COKvMG_Fg/s320/houses6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron &amp;amp; Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaZJGvuugI/AAAAAAAACjE/Jy6wwzQroHQ/s1600-h/houses4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293586793729276418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaZJGvuugI/AAAAAAAACjE/Jy6wwzQroHQ/s320/houses4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nate and my houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293589617970091874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXabtf3Nl2I/AAAAAAAACj0/Nkj6_QJIXzk/s320/houses2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tammy &amp;amp; Brent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaYJzTL-xI/AAAAAAAACis/0okb6DbuxKI/s1600-h/houses7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293585706177526546" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaYJzTL-xI/AAAAAAAACis/0okb6DbuxKI/s200/houses7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaYKKOOz_I/AAAAAAAACi0/5kkbkAN1VSc/s1600-h/houses5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293585712330756082" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaYKKOOz_I/AAAAAAAACi0/5kkbkAN1VSc/s200/houses5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan's house slipped off his plate RIGHT before we snapped the picture.  So, here he is with his broken "house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaYJFi9RkI/AAAAAAAACic/jKAK4bDKEv4/s1600-h/houses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293585693895640642" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaYJFi9RkI/AAAAAAAACic/jKAK4bDKEv4/s200/houses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaYJiz-iWI/AAAAAAAACik/fvGkMkitYPI/s1600-h/houses1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293585701751654754" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXaYJiz-iWI/AAAAAAAACik/fvGkMkitYPI/s200/houses1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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OK so it was more of an ice cream rock cake. It was my first attempt at an ice cream cake. Let's just say I need a little more practice. The ice cream was good though!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292840356583783986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPyQvsHPjI/AAAAAAAACiM/Q27hIH4rr1E/s320/31-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Some of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nate's co-workers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went in together and got him this.....for his birthday. One of the ladies is from Ohio, so she loves to talk everything Ohio and Buckeyes with Nate. I'm sure she jumped at the chance to buy this for him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292840601798597570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPyfBL4W8I/AAAAAAAACiU/D6K2hS9sHPg/s400/31-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Linz does have underwear on, I promise, just not quite sure what happened to the pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nate prefaced telling me about his gift by, "I'm not sure what you'll think of it, but the kids will love it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The kids have LOVED Brutus!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  We have had him up several times, for the OSU v. Texas game and for Ethan's sports b-day party.  Check back for that soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course the silly eyes (thanks to Jennett.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPxNC4dedI/AAAAAAAACh8/Ik61n7Bf3bA/s1600-h/31-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292839193504741842" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPxNC4dedI/AAAAAAAACh8/Ik61n7Bf3bA/s200/31-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPxM72LiTI/AAAAAAAACh0/l7_PqMsMwZk/s1600-h/31-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292839191616129330" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPxM72LiTI/AAAAAAAACh0/l7_PqMsMwZk/s200/31-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPxMjg5abI/AAAAAAAAChs/SK8yATb1CN4/s1600-h/31-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292839185084410290" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPxMjg5abI/AAAAAAAAChs/SK8yATb1CN4/s200/31-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPxMUNo5uI/AAAAAAAAChk/eZkkZpEN3Dk/s1600-h/31-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292839180977104610" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPxMUNo5uI/AAAAAAAAChk/eZkkZpEN3Dk/s200/31-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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This is our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;first experience with surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on one of our children. His surgery was called: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meatourethroplasty with urethral advancement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; May be kind of embarassing for him so if you want to know the specifics, you'll have to look it up. This was a very simple outpatient surgery, so not much to worry about but he did have a general anethesia, so that is always kind of scary. AND with this being our first experience with surgery on one of our children, it is kind of scary!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPvoVNZn0I/AAAAAAAAChc/JCLvBASNjps/s1600-h/surgery1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292837463257620290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPvoVNZn0I/AAAAAAAAChc/JCLvBASNjps/s320/surgery1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He did great&lt;/span&gt;. He was very brave and handled everything very well (except taking the initial medicine to make him super happy.) He was supposed to take this like Tylenol, in a cup. He is not our medicine child (Ethan and Linz will take medicine at any time with no problems, Luke fights it to the death.) We had to strap him down to squirt this into his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate was supposed to be the one to take Luke in for his surgery. He took the afternoon off of work so he could take Luke in and the hospital called to move up the surgery time 2 times on us. So, Nate literally got to see Luke for 2 minutes RIGHT as they were wheeling him into the OR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses were so great at the hospital, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Luke got to pick a prize for him (slinky) and one for his sister&lt;/span&gt; (who I had to take with me, since they moved the time up - a purse.) The nurse let Luke pick out his smell flavor for his laughing gas and rub it into his mask himself. He picked watermelon. He got to watch TV as the happy medicine kicked in. They say this stuff just makes them very happy and not really fully realizing what is happening so that the kids aren't terrified as they are wheeled away from their parents and into some strange place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPvS4LSTSI/AAAAAAAAChU/j7xMsqeFlOo/s1600-h/surgery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292837094686870818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPvS4LSTSI/AAAAAAAAChU/j7xMsqeFlOo/s320/surgery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It worked great, he left us with no problems and we were sent to wait with the millions (ok 20 or so) other people waiting for loved ones to come out of surgery. Side note: the Dr. Nate works for was doing cataract surgery that same day in the same place Luke had his surgery so we got to meet a few of her patients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke did great, was a little tired and sad right after surgery. We took him home and just hung out the rest of the day. We kept him home from school the next day, then he was fine to go back. He recovered very well, just had to apply some cream stuff a few times a day for 2 weeks and he was good to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must not be too embarrased about this stuff yet, because he told several friends at school and one of them told his teacher. (She knew he was having surgery, but not what for.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is doing great now and the bills are just starting to roll in, so we will get to try out our insurance on this trial run before the baby is born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I wasn't going to do the back years that we've missed, but I found some super cute Ninja Turtles that fully represent the boys for 2007 that I just couldn't pass up, so we did one for this year and one for last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linz helped pick hers out (since she shops with me) and she picked a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;dog for last year&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Princesses&lt;/span&gt;, of course, for this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW161reCd6I/AAAAAAAACg0/4a0vhWTgpkM/s1600-h/christmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291020199850571682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW161reCd6I/AAAAAAAACg0/4a0vhWTgpkM/s320/christmas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke got a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ninja turtle for 2007&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Star Wars guy for 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW161ego0wI/AAAAAAAACgs/n7mdJTvPV3U/s1600-h/christmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291020196371813122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW161ego0wI/AAAAAAAACgs/n7mdJTvPV3U/s320/christmas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan also got a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ninja turtle for 2007&lt;/span&gt; and a cute &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;basketball snowman for 2008&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW161ArqhiI/AAAAAAAACgk/8QhQNnNiaQw/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291020188364998178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW161ArqhiI/AAAAAAAACgk/8QhQNnNiaQw/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here are my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; (I only have a little while longer that I can say 3) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuties &lt;/span&gt;in front of our tree. This tree used to fit us great until we moved somewhere a little bigger and now it looks SO tiny. It was perfect for all our years in smaller apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They helped me set up the tree tonight and we had SO much fun together. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It is definitely more fun to celebrate the holiday season with little one who get so excited about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292833767130964770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SXPsRMEIoyI/AAAAAAAAChM/ydWP20B8A4E/s320/Nov-Dec-035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW16kvOp-hI/AAAAAAAACgc/EpMRNxfY4jo/s1600-h/christmas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291019908802017810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW16kvOp-hI/AAAAAAAACgc/EpMRNxfY4jo/s400/christmas3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Ethan and Luke were never attached to anything, blanket, pacifier, thumb, animal, anything. But, Linz had 2 things: her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;blanket and her thumb&lt;/span&gt;. Lucky for us these 2 things went hand in hand though, she didn't do one without the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This started out innocent, probably my fault. I heard rumor that if you laid your baby on a silky blanket, they wouldn't get that bald spot on the back of their head, so this is how Linz started off her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is only a few days old. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291005786517963986" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tutnwhNI/AAAAAAAACgU/C1TwJq3BSgg/s320/blankie9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember exactly when she started sucking her thumb, it was only occassionally at first. And she &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;would suck both the right and the left&lt;/span&gt;. (See it is the left here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tufEhhWI/AAAAAAAACgM/_JIU7VWT6jU/s1600-h/blankie8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291005782612084066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tufEhhWI/AAAAAAAACgM/_JIU7VWT6jU/s320/blankie8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the right here. Notice she still sleeps on the silky blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tt0WW5CI/AAAAAAAACgE/-yx6tUqTABU/s1600-h/blankie7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291005771144160290" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tt0WW5CI/AAAAAAAACgE/-yx6tUqTABU/s320/blankie7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she got older, I think she started moving more and it turned into &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sleeping with the blanket instead of ON the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1ttrla3xI/AAAAAAAACf8/6kFWGjXIbGI/s1600-h/blankie23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291005768791416594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1ttrla3xI/AAAAAAAACf8/6kFWGjXIbGI/s320/blankie23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then finally, she started &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;holding the blanket &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she sucked her thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tttexrdI/AAAAAAAACf0/VYmKt4ZIdzg/s1600-h/blankie21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291005769300422098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tttexrdI/AAAAAAAACf0/VYmKt4ZIdzg/s320/blankie21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got to the point where she would &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;suck her thumb when she had her blanket&lt;/span&gt;. I had high hopes from this time that when the one went, so would the other?!?!?!?! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tP4HnDzI/AAAAAAAACfs/qsM5PsvnuFA/s1600-h/blankie22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291005256759971634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tP4HnDzI/AAAAAAAACfs/qsM5PsvnuFA/s320/blankie22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would always "fight" over who got to cuddle with Linz. She loved to be held when she got tired and would suck her thumb and hold her blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tPWLC1CI/AAAAAAAACfk/5aBT4j18er4/s1600-h/blankie12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291005247647568930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tPWLC1CI/AAAAAAAACfk/5aBT4j18er4/s320/blankie12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, Very rarely we would catch Linz sucking her thumb without having her blanket. More often than not this would have been the result of certain persons having just ripped her blanket out of her hands though. (Notice the blanket in her lap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tPAkOpYI/AAAAAAAACfc/x1f4vabdwI8/s1600-h/blankie18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291005241847620994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tPAkOpYI/AAAAAAAACfc/x1f4vabdwI8/s320/blankie18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she still loves to cuddle with her blanket. We got to the point where she liked to have her blanket in the car also, so with grandma to the rescue she now had her pink blanket in the house and an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;identical white blanket that stayed in the car&lt;/span&gt; to comfort her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tO8TXTwI/AAAAAAAACfU/LPp5zFVui1w/s1600-h/blankie11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291005240703143682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tO8TXTwI/AAAAAAAACfU/LPp5zFVui1w/s320/blankie11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind the laundry, it is clean even Linz clearly is not. This picture illustrates her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;technique for getting the thumb and the blanket just right&lt;/span&gt;. She would insert the thumb and then wrap the blanket around her index finger so the blanket would be right up under her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tOuJSJ_I/AAAAAAAACfM/QMrmzK8BqrA/s1600-h/blankie14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291005236902766578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1tOuJSJ_I/AAAAAAAACfM/QMrmzK8BqrA/s320/blankie14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linz mostly only sucked her thumb and had her blanket when she was tired and ready for a nap, but occasionally she needed it just for comfort, like when she fell down the stairs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1s4PSCJ7I/AAAAAAAACfE/SUhzk0sBnFQ/s1600-h/blankie15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291004850660845490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1s4PSCJ7I/AAAAAAAACfE/SUhzk0sBnFQ/s320/blankie15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what she looked like after she fell into her deep sleep, no thumb but the blanket right with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1s3wiqORI/AAAAAAAACe8/kWqgrs-zY7g/s1600-h/blankie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291004842409081106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1s3wiqORI/AAAAAAAACe8/kWqgrs-zY7g/s320/blankie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, more cuddle shots. This picture was taken &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;right before we moved from Ohio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Linz has had many wonderful moments and lots of hours logged with this blanket of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1s3UJfCwI/AAAAAAAACe0/CgmU9Q6-IfA/s1600-h/blankie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291004834787298050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1s3UJfCwI/AAAAAAAACe0/CgmU9Q6-IfA/s320/blankie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even tried to convince me once that she couldn't take a nap because her baby was in her bed and was using her blanket. Very cute, but it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1s3MoNmWI/AAAAAAAACes/8OdVz1PjAs8/s1600-h/blankie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291004832768694626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1s3MoNmWI/AAAAAAAACes/8OdVz1PjAs8/s320/blankie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very last picture I have of Linz with her blanket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This is about 2 weeks before she gave up her blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1s2xzgakI/AAAAAAAACek/-l6fdBZGkaA/s1600-h/november+119_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291004825568307778" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1s2xzgakI/AAAAAAAACek/-l6fdBZGkaA/s320/november+119_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;story of how we managed to actually get Linz to give up her blanket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (and thank goodness the thumb went with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Sorry &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this is long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but it is my journal entry, so just skip over it if you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About a week before Thanksgiving, I had washed Linz' white blanket and had forgotten to put it back in the van. I tried to give it to Nate when he was driving her somewhere and he said, no she'll be fine, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;she went that whole week without a blanket in the van. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were going to Cincy for Thanksgiving and I, of course, grabbed her pink blanket to take with us. We left later at night and Linz hadn't napped, so I knew she would fall asleep very soon after taking off in the car. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I had hidden the blanket in the van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I think Nate mentioned maybe we should try to see if she can go without her blanket and maybe this weekend could be the time she gives it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was a little fussy before falling asleep but didn't really even ask for her blanket. I think she mentioned it once, but I think the week she spent without her blanket in the van REALLY helped her be able to fall asleep this time without it. And to my extreme delight, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;she even fell asleep with sucking her thumb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(remember she really only would suck her thumb when she had the blanket to go with it.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;finally fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I remember thinking, well, that wasn't so bad. I started feeling kind of bad that the time we decided to try to get her to give up her blanket we would be guests in someone else's house, but then we thought, maybe she would be more distracted and out of her normal routine, that it could very well be just the weekend we needed to pry the blanket away from her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so it was. She had a hard time going to sleep most nights we were there, but she always has a hard time going to bed when we are at someone else's house or when we have guests over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to admit &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I started feeling really guilty and I wanted to give her the blanket back&lt;/span&gt; many times that weekend. I almost gave up a few times. But, with Nate's help, I stayed strong and it PAID OFF FOR SURE!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Linz has been blankie and thumb free ever since the Tuesday night before Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We had the white blanket in our room and she found it a week or so after we took it away. I thought it was all over after that, but I managed to distract her enough to forget about it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again, I thought many times those few weeks after Thanksgiving about giving her blanket back to her. I have always thought she was SO cute sucking her thumb, holding her pink blanket. I know she wasn't super old yet and it was still cute to have her attached to something but I also know that those habits only get harder to break the older they get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, overall I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;completely amazed at how easy and quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she gave up her blanket and thumb and I am very blessed that she actually did give up her thumb with her blanket. Before we took the blanket away, I knew that she would either give up the thumb with her blanket, or I thought she could rebel and want her thumb MORE once she no longer has the blanket. We were very fortunate she took the former option and here we are 2 months out and she is doing great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to admit I have wanted to give her the pink blanket back just to see what she does with it, but I don't think I even want to take the chance of her becoming re-attached. So, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for now we are enjoying out BIG, BIG girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While she still had the blanket, we had told her that baby brother would get a blue blanket just like her pink one (in fact we already have one for him.) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So we'll see how she does when he has his blue blanket and she has none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sure love our big girl and are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO blessed that it was not any harder to break her of the thumb habit (kind of hard to just take that one away!!!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how she sleeps now, in her cute princess bed with no blankie and no thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291023932341410882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SW1-O8FM3EI/AAAAAAAACg8/ZpEVbLAfXkE/s320/no-blankie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Luckily Nate's sister and her family still live there, so we still get to visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent every Thanksgiving while we lived in Ohio in Illinois with my family, so this year we decided to spend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanksgiving with Nate's sister, Jennett and her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have fun with the Simpsons and the kids play so well together. Not to mention it is nice to have some girls to show Linz how to play with girly toys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Feast is almost ready, doesn't it look fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUv75gYxI/AAAAAAAACeM/5F0uYAZr9B8/s1600-h/thanks6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288445044949279506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUv75gYxI/AAAAAAAACeM/5F0uYAZr9B8/s320/thanks6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Jennett's cute little turkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUvpSY16I/AAAAAAAACeE/MLpT4dfVqQg/s1600-h/thanks5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288445039953368994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUvpSY16I/AAAAAAAACeE/MLpT4dfVqQg/s320/thanks5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let the feasting begin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUvA0hiQI/AAAAAAAACd8/tZaC8M3G5Gk/s1600-h/thanks3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288445029090691330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUvA0hiQI/AAAAAAAACd8/tZaC8M3G5Gk/s320/thanks3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Linz and Abby at the little table. &lt;/span&gt; It is so cute to see the two of them play so well together.  They are 2 years apart, but they play really, really well together.  Ethan, Luke and Jeana play and then Linz and Abby are little buddies.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUurPk5AI/AAAAAAAACd0/uQSCiH_DFa8/s1600-h/thanks4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288445023298577410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUurPk5AI/AAAAAAAACd0/uQSCiH_DFa8/s320/thanks4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cincinnati Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see the Christmas fun at the museum and of course had to get a few pictures while we were there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUd7TfKsI/AAAAAAAACds/_LiqYzzMFtE/s1600-h/thanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288444735552170690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUd7TfKsI/AAAAAAAACds/_LiqYzzMFtE/s400/thanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUXPTQ2dI/AAAAAAAACdc/JFp9hCeMNP4/s1600-h/thanks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288444620660857298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUXPTQ2dI/AAAAAAAACdc/JFp9hCeMNP4/s320/thanks1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linz and Jeana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUWqV9weI/AAAAAAAACdU/WyEzqR7O_eg/s1600-h/thanks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288444610740077026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUWqV9weI/AAAAAAAACdU/WyEzqR7O_eg/s320/thanks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute little Luke turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUWT8oJTI/AAAAAAAACdM/0pYPx-trgog/s1600-h/thanks8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288444604728223026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUWT8oJTI/AAAAAAAACdM/0pYPx-trgog/s320/thanks8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, we cannot forget the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;famous DS picture&lt;/span&gt;.  (Linz is borrowing Jeana's pink DS - but I don't forsee it being too much longer before she has a pink one of her own.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess they figured since they were mostly ready for church, it was a good time to all sit down and play for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUWNmx4iI/AAAAAAAACdE/LScJDPDIF5E/s1600-h/thanks7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288444603025973794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SWRUWNmx4iI/AAAAAAAACdE/LScJDPDIF5E/s320/thanks7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I had the kids pose in front of their (or my) favorite trees. There were so many beautiful ones, it was a wonderful way to get in the Christmas spirit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my little &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; c&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in front of a cute candy cane tree!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SUNBO2EaV-I/AAAAAAAACbk/WD-QYbwXhA4/s1600-h/trees4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279134911496345570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SUNBO2EaV-I/AAAAAAAACbk/WD-QYbwXhA4/s320/trees4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke in front of his favorite tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this was Ethan's favorite tree; very fun!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279135291820007778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SUNBk-4o4WI/AAAAAAAACbs/Qhm5LULTQUc/s320/trees3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We splurged and took the kids on a train ride there. Ethan was a great conductor and Linz absolutely loved the ride. The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;little things that make kids SO happy are WONDERFUL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SUNBzMkGVYI/AAAAAAAACb8/ig0zGzXk1Yo/s1600-h/trees2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279135536010122626" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SUNBzMkGVYI/AAAAAAAACb8/ig0zGzXk1Yo/s200/trees2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SUNBy0Ix1KI/AAAAAAAACb0/AfKjt9OwZDA/s1600-h/trees1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279135529453081762" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SUNBy0Ix1KI/AAAAAAAACb0/AfKjt9OwZDA/s200/trees1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279136191136035730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SUNCZVGSc5I/AAAAAAAACcE/JQa6mvkXP-k/s320/trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We took &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pictures at the park&lt;/span&gt;, went &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;black light miniature golfing&lt;/span&gt; and had a few &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eye exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; performed. Thanks for visiting and we are looking forward to our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next visitors....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Abby and Jeana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr7S_HL0AI/AAAAAAAACYY/OXYWQNU7Ro8/s1600-h/noakes15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276806217015742466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr7S_HL0AI/AAAAAAAACYY/OXYWQNU7Ro8/s320/noakes15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; the 5 (used to be) Ohio cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr7SuE9NQI/AAAAAAAACYQ/-qW8G_Jieww/s1600-h/noakes14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276806212442993922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr7SuE9NQI/AAAAAAAACYQ/-qW8G_Jieww/s320/noakes14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; grandpa, Ethan, Jeana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr7SoPGxwI/AAAAAAAACYI/ErOmoEvRsAE/s1600-h/noakes4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276806210874951426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr7SoPGxwI/AAAAAAAACYI/ErOmoEvRsAE/s320/noakes4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr6-FSg4TI/AAAAAAAACYA/z31xRe0sg9E/s1600-h/noakes17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276805857896620338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr6-FSg4TI/AAAAAAAACYA/z31xRe0sg9E/s320/noakes17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr6-PVtSRI/AAAAAAAACX4/db1o7uvz7T8/s1600-h/noakes16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276805860594370834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr6-PVtSRI/AAAAAAAACX4/db1o7uvz7T8/s320/noakes16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Just havin' Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr69lawKRI/AAAAAAAACXw/QymQkWM21og/s1600-h/noakes18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276805849341241618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr69lawKRI/AAAAAAAACXw/QymQkWM21og/s320/noakes18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jennett and her girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr69MK0s7I/AAAAAAAACXo/Wr0E68rorhQ/s1600-h/noakes20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276805842563543986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr69MK0s7I/AAAAAAAACXo/Wr0E68rorhQ/s320/noakes20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr68zu-WQI/AAAAAAAACXg/bjoyQgLgAxY/s1600-h/noakes22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276805836004284674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr68zu-WQI/AAAAAAAACXg/bjoyQgLgAxY/s320/noakes22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; forgive the large pregnant lady in the front. This is the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;worst possible&lt;/span&gt; place I could have been in the picture - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;front, center with no child to cover&lt;/span&gt; me. I guess this is what I get for being the last one to run in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276804960695412786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/STr6J29E6DI/AAAAAAAACXY/Jr6HrfZLqzg/s400/noakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids loved seeing their white clothes "glowing."  The kids all did great and the older ones played 3 rounds to the adults 1 round...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We went to the Children's Museum there and the kids had a blast!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is beyond my comprehension how this CAPITAL city we live in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;does not have a Children's Museum&lt;/span&gt;. Fortunately the Children's Museum by my mom is WONDERFUL. We had so much fun and here are some of the things we did there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke playing in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxrHKVs0ZI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/BbiiM4diPFM/s1600-h/mus25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272707034522636690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxrHKVs0ZI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/BbiiM4diPFM/s320/mus25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys LOVED climbing in the web...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxrGh6RrCI/AAAAAAAAB_I/rbHUOTE1e2Y/s1600-h/mus23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272707023670193186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxrGh6RrCI/AAAAAAAAB_I/rbHUOTE1e2Y/s320/mus23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxrGYdgNAI/AAAAAAAAB_A/AE8gPTFNlBM/s1600-h/mus24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272707021133591554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxrGYdgNAI/AAAAAAAAB_A/AE8gPTFNlBM/s320/mus24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Linz had so much fun shopping for food. Look how heathly she is!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxq3Cv6_FI/AAAAAAAAB-4/y-LP9y6v430/s1600-h/mus22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272706757607226450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxq3Cv6_FI/AAAAAAAAB-4/y-LP9y6v430/s320/mus22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxq29EAvlI/AAAAAAAAB-w/xZxEj1EiXVs/s1600-h/mus21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272706756080877138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxq29EAvlI/AAAAAAAAB-w/xZxEj1EiXVs/s320/mus21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan and Linz learning about how cereal is made with Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxqpxdMcKI/AAAAAAAAB-o/tVpUhpDXD50/s1600-h/mus20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272706529626976418" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxqpxdMcKI/AAAAAAAAB-o/tVpUhpDXD50/s320/mus20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxqpnPkxiI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Bcs6nBqxlik/s1600-h/mus19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272706526885496354" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxqpnPkxiI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Bcs6nBqxlik/s320/mus19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys (especially Luke) got such a kick out of these mirrors. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He and I made faces in them and laughed our heads off for a good 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxqU6b0pII/AAAAAAAAB-Y/vvt2yMEFhp0/s1600-h/mus18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272706171259888770" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxqU6b0pII/AAAAAAAAB-Y/vvt2yMEFhp0/s320/mus18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxqUuYLjhI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/yjjQz82Gz54/s1600-h/mus17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272706168023387666" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxqUuYLjhI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/yjjQz82Gz54/s320/mus17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxqUaa7opI/AAAAAAAAB-I/F-7_BdaQ0Ao/s1600-h/mus16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272706162666218130" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxqUaa7opI/AAAAAAAAB-I/F-7_BdaQ0Ao/s320/mus16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxqT3VfvOI/AAAAAAAAB-A/DC-bYp4Z8i8/s1600-h/mus15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272706153248177378" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxqT3VfvOI/AAAAAAAAB-A/DC-bYp4Z8i8/s320/mus15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxqTmcyLNI/AAAAAAAAB94/qmn0MmKrUvE/s1600-h/mus14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272706148715343058" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxqTmcyLNI/AAAAAAAAB94/qmn0MmKrUvE/s320/mus14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxp4Bbpz5I/AAAAAAAAB9w/pxoNHCnOqCI/s1600-h/mus13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272705674922020754" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxp4Bbpz5I/AAAAAAAAB9w/pxoNHCnOqCI/s320/mus13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxp3LJg2qI/AAAAAAAAB9o/wdeRRd6O2DM/s1600-h/mus12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272705660350421666" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxp3LJg2qI/AAAAAAAAB9o/wdeRRd6O2DM/s320/mus12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxp28Mst7I/AAAAAAAAB9g/Dt9gM8jXYdg/s1600-h/mus11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272705656337250226" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxp28Mst7I/AAAAAAAAB9g/Dt9gM8jXYdg/s320/mus11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxp2Mt-ZvI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/8O-9IehC7qs/s1600-h/mus10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272705643591919346" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxp2Mt-ZvI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/8O-9IehC7qs/s320/mus10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxpJ4AbV_I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/C8dWt1IT6xM/s1600-h/mus7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272704882117924850" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxpJ4AbV_I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/C8dWt1IT6xM/s320/mus7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxpJg0GM7I/AAAAAAAAB9I/ccT9Ghz2nx0/s1600-h/mus6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272704875892192178" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxpJg0GM7I/AAAAAAAAB9I/ccT9Ghz2nx0/s320/mus6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This painting area is one of my favorite parts of the museum. I wish I could have a painting area like this in my house. It always entertains the kids forever. Even Linz got in on the action this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272708323073185362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxsSKkF1lI/AAAAAAAAB_g/jtCXfTI_7JY/s320/mus9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272708316690505058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxsRyyV3WI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/enMYzNNJQaw/s320/mus8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Linz sneaking a Kit Kat and "playing" checkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxo47wsUKI/AAAAAAAAB9A/ZIfIdHr0MGo/s1600-h/mus5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272704591067893922" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxo47wsUKI/AAAAAAAAB9A/ZIfIdHr0MGo/s320/mus5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxo4iN92JI/AAAAAAAAB84/NT_cBXjyRnI/s1600-h/mus3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272704584211355794" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxo4iN92JI/AAAAAAAAB84/NT_cBXjyRnI/s320/mus3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys played a life size game of what I think was supposed to be Chess. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Not quite sure where they got their rules from.&lt;/span&gt; Ethan's turn always consisted of killing one of Luke's guys, yet Luke wasn't playing right when he got one of Ethan's guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxofM5SpAI/AAAAAAAAB8w/EFgBi2XevqI/s1600-h/mus4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272704148990764034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxofM5SpAI/AAAAAAAAB8w/EFgBi2XevqI/s320/mus4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke challenged grandma to a game of checkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxoeiRUgjI/AAAAAAAAB8o/aAYVT3hlxOM/s1600-h/mus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272704137548825138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxoeiRUgjI/AAAAAAAAB8o/aAYVT3hlxOM/s320/mus1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE lego table&lt;/span&gt; that held Ethan's attention for a good 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxoNKDvjBI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/-QNyPaA-qD0/s1600-h/mus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272703838991649810" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxoNKDvjBI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/-QNyPaA-qD0/s200/mus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxoNNaDFdI/AAAAAAAAB8g/ckXTlcCFex4/s1600-h/mus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272703839890511314" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSxoNNaDFdI/AAAAAAAAB8g/ckXTlcCFex4/s200/mus2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was fun to be able to spend all day with my buddies again&lt;/span&gt;. 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She offered to keep her all week, but we thought we'd try for a day or two and see how she did. Linz left with no problem at all. She hopped right into grandma's car and was ready to go. She did REALLY well being with my mom and stayed until Friday evening. I talked to her on the phone every day - or at least tried to. There were way &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;too many toys at grandma's house to distract her &lt;/span&gt;with and she didn't even ask where mommy was for a good day and a half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The boys both got a little teary eyed right when she left.&lt;/span&gt; It was very cute to hear them talk about Linz and how much they were going to miss her and why she was leaving. My mom was just trying to give me a little break so I could get some stuff done around the house. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And a HUGE thank you to my wonderful mother&lt;/span&gt; for this incredible time she gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We all missed Linz a lot!!!!&lt;/span&gt; About 5 minutes after my mom and Linz left (the rest of us were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Luke just started crying&lt;/span&gt; out of the blue. It was SO SWEET. He said that he missed Linz and wanted her to come home. He said that he couldn't remember what she looked like (in the whole 5 minutes she had been gone) and that he really loved her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nate had a hard time with Linz gone too and missed her BIG smile and warm hugs when he got home from work every day. Linz did great with grandma all week and I think she was ready to come home by Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you again, mom, for being so kind and generous and I KNOW that Linz was in good hands. My kids all LOVE grandma's house and I'm so grateful I have a wonderful mother who is willing and able to do so much for me and my family!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Leaves,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Leaves,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We actually don't have a single tree in our yard (bigger than Nate) that drops its leaves in the fall. (We have one giant evergreen in our front yard.) Luckily our neighbors on both sides have HUGE trees in their yards.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, one night after school I put the boys to work.  They had so much fun and did a GREAT job of raking the leaves.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We had to steal the leaves from our neighbors' yard&lt;/span&gt; because we didn't have that many in our yard.  To my surprise, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Luke actually outlasted Ethan&lt;/span&gt; on the raking part and they both thoroughly enjoyed the playing part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSuzCrtpXrI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/PrP1EWpNaHE/s1600-h/leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272504647442587314" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSuzCrtpXrI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/PrP1EWpNaHE/s200/leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSuzDFjt1pI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/t49H1XYhxQs/s1600-h/leaves1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272504654380258962" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSuzDFjt1pI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/t49H1XYhxQs/s200/leaves1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272504987979339042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSuzWgT71SI/AAAAAAAAB7g/voBfRENp5a4/s320/leaves2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272504993960040930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSuzW2l2GeI/AAAAAAAAB7o/9UaDUkdvU0c/s320/leaves3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272504993020793010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSuzWzF6ULI/AAAAAAAAB7w/cXdg04lLZio/s320/leaves4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Check out this enormous pile!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  We had a fun night and got some good exercise.  And we got to do some service for our neighbors.  The boys are talking about Citizenship in school for the month of November, so we talked about what Citizenship means and they were excited to do something nice for someone else!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272504998389837602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSuzXHF_byI/AAAAAAAAB74/f-xbFTsdn4w/s320/leaves5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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It started with my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;mom coming into town Friday&lt;/span&gt; morning. We headed to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;boys' school for some party fun&lt;/span&gt;. I was in charge of planning Luke's party and got to help out. After school our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;neighborhood had a hot dog dinner&lt;/span&gt; and costume parade before &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;trick-or-treating&lt;/span&gt;. Then the kids hit the neighborhood running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from our fun day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;1. Ethan's Fall Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't actually have a chance to visit Ethan at his party, since I was helping with Luke's party. But my mom ran down to see Ethan at his party and took this picture for me. He had a fun time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNKPKtL9BI/AAAAAAAAB6o/du-9oSS8njY/s1600-h/halloween1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270137613385987090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNKPKtL9BI/AAAAAAAAB6o/du-9oSS8njY/s400/halloween1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt; 2. Luke's Fall Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had the pleasure of planning and helping out at Luke's fall party. It was SO much fun and I just love being there with the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a picture of Luke's whole class in costume. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luke is the little one in the back with that HUGE smile on his face:) He is a basketball player, though you can't even see his costume at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNKPH7Fq0I/AAAAAAAAB6g/oVpumVl41QA/s1600-h/halloween14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270137612638989122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNKPH7Fq0I/AAAAAAAAB6g/oVpumVl41QA/s400/halloween14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke playing Halloween Bingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNKD5XJUjI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/a77z2fIAhvI/s1600-h/halloween10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270137419751576114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNKD5XJUjI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/a77z2fIAhvI/s320/halloween10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Witches' Brew I made for Luke's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNKDsHzHfI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/w2EWS2BL7RA/s1600-h/halloween9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270137416197545458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNKDsHzHfI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/w2EWS2BL7RA/s320/halloween9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke and his best friend Gavin decorating cookies. I don't know if you can tell from the picture but Luke decorated and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eyeball cookie&lt;/span&gt;. They got to choose from making a pumpkin cookie or an eyeball. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luke made his daddy proud and chose to make the eyeball cookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNJ2Si0LLI/AAAAAAAAB6A/iv5LSOPesdQ/s1600-h/halloween8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270137185993239730" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNJ2Si0LLI/AAAAAAAAB6A/iv5LSOPesdQ/s200/halloween8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNJ20lLKFI/AAAAAAAAB6I/swotj_Yk8AU/s1600-h/halloween12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270137195129940050" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNJ20lLKFI/AAAAAAAAB6I/swotj_Yk8AU/s200/halloween12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNJozsWR4I/AAAAAAAAB54/6IR5J9ByS-8/s1600-h/halloween11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270136954373425026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNJozsWR4I/AAAAAAAAB54/6IR5J9ByS-8/s320/halloween11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linz had fun playing in the "house" area of Luke's classroom. It was very cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke got to get wrapped up like a mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNJh_x9UII/AAAAAAAAB5w/AKicIl7AB4U/s1600-h/halloween13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270136837359095938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNJh_x9UII/AAAAAAAAB5w/AKicIl7AB4U/s320/halloween13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt; 3. Modeling costumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to get a semi decent picture of Linz as a cute little cheerleader, but this is all we got of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNJUnaUrcI/AAAAAAAAB5o/l84rF9b5EA4/s1600-h/halloween3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270136607479213506" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNJUnaUrcI/AAAAAAAAB5o/l84rF9b5EA4/s200/halloween3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNJUq8RNJI/AAAAAAAAB5g/rzC-thE1dvI/s1600-h/halloween2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270136608426898578" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNJUq8RNJI/AAAAAAAAB5g/rzC-thE1dvI/s200/halloween2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNJHIulhAI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/runtsQQ0COQ/s1600-h/halloween7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270136375904404482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNJHIulhAI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/runtsQQ0COQ/s400/halloween7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are our super CUTE kids. Ethan and Luke are the basketball players and Linz is the cheerleader. She would shake her pom poms and say, "Go Ethan, Go Luke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan got really sad right before we went out trick or treating. He saw some of his friends in Star Wars costumes and decided he wanted to be a Star Wars guy this year literally 10 minutes before we went out trick or treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were we mean to say that he couldn't switch his costume 10 minutes before going out????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;4. Neighborhood Hot Dog Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We are really enjoying our neighborhood so far. We had a fun hot dog dinner and costume parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all the kids in our neighborhood all dressed up and ready for trick-or-treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNI-grJnsI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ZHB6mvxh2mI/s1600-h/halloween6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270136227713621698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNI-grJnsI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ZHB6mvxh2mI/s400/halloween6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us eating our nutritious dinner before the candy fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNI1vPQiSI/AAAAAAAAB5I/7dR5PKKkWOU/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270136077004343586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNI1vPQiSI/AAAAAAAAB5I/7dR5PKKkWOU/s320/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;5. Trick-or-Treating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNIpVSWIRI/AAAAAAAAB5A/DNr06zxWpp0/s1600-h/halloween5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270135863879541010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNIpVSWIRI/AAAAAAAAB5A/DNr06zxWpp0/s320/halloween5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what it looked like all night. Linz was such a trooper all night long and was constantly trying to keep up with them. She did a GREAT job all night and never complained once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNIo_E5_NI/AAAAAAAAB44/75LWsK3JX2w/s1600-h/halloween4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270135857917590738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uiFD9EIP6k/SSNIo_E5_NI/AAAAAAAAB44/75LWsK3JX2w/s320/halloween4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a fun night and the ABSOLUTE BEST weather we could have asked for. It was beautiful. The kids all had long sleeve shirts on and we didn't even need a jacket on top of that. It was fun to have a Halloween with my mom for the first time in many years. 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