<?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-828208059151961363</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:01:12.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with A 'n E</title><subtitle type='html'>Lovin' my girls...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-3455614675744810484</id><published>2009-04-06T13:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:05:09.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little A Turns Two!</title><content type='html'>Sweet Baby A isn't so much of a baby these days.  She's able to communicate all her needs, tell you when to set her on the potty (used only on rare occasions), and fight for her own toys.  She runs, moos and waddles like a penguin.  She mothers her baby dolls and pretend walks all the little animals into the barn.  She has an amazing sense of humor and a dizzying array of facial expressions.  Pretty much, she's a kid - her father and I wonder at what point we'll have to stop referring to her as The Baby.  (College?)  Most recently she's embraced this idea of being two and, having a bit of the drama in her, thrown the most irrational fits I've ever witnessed.  (Who puts on shoes to go outside?  Who?)  Her birthday saw her healthy and happy with the proudest parents and sister on this globe.  Quite frankly, she's the cutest thing we've ever had the pleasure to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The morning of A's birthday, and her party, this happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About 5 inches later, we rescheduled the party for the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321662870523846706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpYL3P1oDI/AAAAAAAAAfY/K9cJ_V4EDu4/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the ribbon?  A last minute weather-related substitution!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321662883467165490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpYMndw_zI/AAAAAAAAAfo/YDwAABhSR_E/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cousin D was in town to share in the doll house fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He only got embarrassed when the camera came out.  Before that, he was arranging furniture, styling hair and tempting the monster cat to storm the village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321662886946182802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpYM0bOlpI/AAAAAAAAAfw/WY3bzKtcPnU/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is her "I've been naughty" face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why it's on her face at this moment I can't tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321662878738228866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpYMV2TJoI/AAAAAAAAAfg/hqUG0f_X8r8/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Practicing for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's a natural!&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpYNH8SD5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/kKyszpbRURE/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321662892185096082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpYNH8SD5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/kKyszpbRURE/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grahmi's singing, "Happy Birthday to you!  Happy Bir..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then, "NOOOOOOOO!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finally figured out the formula, no candles - no singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321664616151977762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpZxeOBDyI/AAAAAAAAAgA/z2lnv9fynv4/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cake for the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpSZumJVMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/leB_W9PXEvo/s1600-h/035a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321656511649895618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpSZumJVMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/leB_W9PXEvo/s320/035a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing out the candles.  Perfection!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpSY-_-CFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/YwNoRRsy0Pg/s1600-h/003a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321656498873305170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpSY-_-CFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/YwNoRRsy0Pg/s320/003a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonstration of excellent utensil skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321656502976171266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpSZOSKzQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/8T5RijJ9gfk/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bubbles.  If you have a 2 to 56 year old, I highly recommend the bubble grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpSYUq-16I/AAAAAAAAAe4/FOlwPDhfymw/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321656487510988706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpSYUq-16I/AAAAAAAAAe4/FOlwPDhfymw/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;That's it.  It was a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-3455614675744810484?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/3455614675744810484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=3455614675744810484' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/3455614675744810484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/3455614675744810484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-turns-two.html' title='Little A Turns Two!'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SdpYL3P1oDI/AAAAAAAAAfY/K9cJ_V4EDu4/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-3326518192528105656</id><published>2008-12-15T23:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:44:34.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SUc8-MZkiJI/AAAAAAAAAew/42LLzgmhu4M/s1600-h/christmas+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280256127293229202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SUc8-MZkiJI/AAAAAAAAAew/42LLzgmhu4M/s400/christmas+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm feeling richly blessed this evening with my little household tucked quietly away for the cold night.  I never thought for a minute that my heart would be all caught up in a sticky little elf and a cat-toting monkey.  But it is and I'm forever grateful.  Today I wish I'd accomplished much less and snuggled more.  Tomorrow's goal is full-on under-achievement.  Merry Christmas and go love on your babies.... Go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-3326518192528105656?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/3326518192528105656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=3326518192528105656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/3326518192528105656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/3326518192528105656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SUc8-MZkiJI/AAAAAAAAAew/42LLzgmhu4M/s72-c/christmas+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-8163780511422840986</id><published>2008-11-18T14:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:30:16.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five</title><content type='html'>This weekend E turned five.  Five.  It didn't seem like such a big number when I was a kid but today it's a quarter of her sweet childhood and definitely the end of all things baby.  I asked her the day before The Big Day if she'd like to stay four forever and she just giggled and said, "That's silly, Mom."  She's right.  It is silly, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some facts about being five, according to E:  You grow much bigger (and she means overnight, people); you can reach the top of the fridge; you can do anything you want and make your own rules; you don't need a sippy cup; you can ride on 2 wheels instead of 4 on your bike; you get a bigger swing; can play as much as you want; and, you can clean your own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to sum up, she's taller than me and running the show, but cleans her room.  Clearly we're in for a wild ride this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She requested a Princess Party complete with a rainbow cake.&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow is a color, just ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM2VMuQCEI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3sjWKLRDJUs/s1600-h/006a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM2VMuQCEI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3sjWKLRDJUs/s320/006a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270115726773979202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM9EioQSPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/E0NfN24YDE8/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM9EioQSPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/E0NfN24YDE8/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270123137178028274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM65H6jTYI/AAAAAAAAAeY/e4uF1WCxlyo/s1600-h/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM65H6jTYI/AAAAAAAAAeY/e4uF1WCxlyo/s320/110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270120742005198210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a pinata - as  I'm certain all Royals do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM64NDIzsI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_MdvMymjFFA/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM64NDIzsI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_MdvMymjFFA/s320/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270120726203518658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decorated cookies, ate cake and spread a little pink eye - it's the gift that keeps giving.  (We discovered both girls were afflicted the evening &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; the party.  Again, let me say I'm sorry if you were in attendance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM2WYsB2-I/AAAAAAAAAdw/-7tnjVUYfPg/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM2WYsB2-I/AAAAAAAAAdw/-7tnjVUYfPg/s320/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270115747165756386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM9E5d4oSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/MyBZPQrQvac/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM9E5d4oSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/MyBZPQrQvac/s320/066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270123143308550434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our big cousins really got into the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM2V1xS6YI/AAAAAAAAAdg/_cp3fDe1BCQ/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM2V1xS6YI/AAAAAAAAAdg/_cp3fDe1BCQ/s320/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270115737792604546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM63jquxMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/hZ6UFxVeZXg/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM63jquxMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/hZ6UFxVeZXg/s320/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270120715095295170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess E got a kitten to love.&lt;br /&gt;It's the King and Queen's sincere hope that love does not hurt Houston The Kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM64uEMWBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ub9VLhofgCo/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM64uEMWBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ub9VLhofgCo/s320/098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270120735066314770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we all took a nap and lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM64_WTexI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/UT67SoD7foA/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM64_WTexI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/UT67SoD7foA/s320/108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270120739705682706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-8163780511422840986?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/8163780511422840986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=8163780511422840986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/8163780511422840986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/8163780511422840986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2008/11/five.html' title='Five'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SSM2VMuQCEI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3sjWKLRDJUs/s72-c/006a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-565590363078939038</id><published>2008-07-08T14:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:22:14.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>My little firecrackers!  A's a bit of a loner when it comes to posing.  Or maybe her sister squeezes too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPIYSGt8EI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fO1J7Ba4ziQ/s1600-h/July+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPIYSGt8EI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fO1J7Ba4ziQ/s320/July+2008+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220736712554967106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E wanted everyone to see her special nails.  Normally I don't allow red on little ones, but we've got spirit, yes we do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPIYnimLkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/5pH88F2mRt0/s1600-h/July+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPIYnimLkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/5pH88F2mRt0/s320/July+2008+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220736718309043778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A runs off some energy before the long car ride to the country where DIY explosives are welcomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPIZFM1XSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KZW57JS2hiw/s1600-h/July+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPIZFM1XSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KZW57JS2hiw/s320/July+2008+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220736726270827810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they sweet together?  I'm not sure what had A so captivated, just that it wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPIZx1-1rI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1m1WPvjtyCI/s1600-h/July+2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPIZx1-1rI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1m1WPvjtyCI/s320/July+2008+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220736738254575282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a baby in there!  And I'm pretty sure I can get to her!  My cousin's little girl is almost exactly a year younger than A - in fact, this is the dress A wore last summer!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPM1JdH7MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/V7BxMcTlxdM/s1600-h/July+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPM1JdH7MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/V7BxMcTlxdM/s320/July+2008+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220741606495743170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cake break.  After eating 1/4 of a hamburger and approximately 3 beans she took off.  Naturally refueling is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPIadJm_AI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9VB6DLP0YBA/s1600-h/July+2008+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPIadJm_AI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9VB6DLP0YBA/s320/July+2008+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220736749879622658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready for the show.  This made her Daddy real nervous.  Something about shrapnel falling I think.  Sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPM0tuwF5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/vvCuSGqJmvM/s1600-h/July+2008+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPM0tuwF5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/vvCuSGqJmvM/s320/July+2008+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220741599053485970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E wields sparklers with caution.  It's quite surprising really.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPM3KHAgFI/AAAAAAAAAVc/EcP9i3tPb9I/s1600-h/July+2008+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPM3KHAgFI/AAAAAAAAAVc/EcP9i3tPb9I/s320/July+2008+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220741641031155794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look!  Fireworks!  Our families did a pretty good show this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPM1k5gNBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/5HyuGjItICs/s1600-h/July+2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPM1k5gNBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/5HyuGjItICs/s320/July+2008+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220741613862532114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh.  The aftermath.  This is what spending time running with your cousins is really all about, at least that's what it's about for the grown-ups!  Precious memories followed by precious silence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPM2K-A0qI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hoSMFW8r4xc/s1600-h/July+2008+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPM2K-A0qI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hoSMFW8r4xc/s320/July+2008+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220741624081994402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-565590363078939038?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/565590363078939038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=565590363078939038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/565590363078939038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/565590363078939038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='The Fourth of July'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHPIYSGt8EI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fO1J7Ba4ziQ/s72-c/July+2008+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-6411342668757908393</id><published>2008-07-07T12:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:54:31.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals, Part June</title><content type='html'>My cousin came into town and we celebrated with a trip to the aquarium.  It's really a  fantastic place to take the kids.  This is the touch tank where you can feel the difference between a ray and a small shark.  My opinion is that sharks feel like sandpaper while rays feel like the smooth side of a raw chicken breast.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJbr9mK-ZI/AAAAAAAAATs/dgFHoihXUR8/s1600-h/June+2008+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJbr9mK-ZI/AAAAAAAAATs/dgFHoihXUR8/s320/June+2008+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220335728902994322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look, it's a baby!  See how it behaves in it's natural environment?  Oh look, Fred, it's waving at you!  Isn't it cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJbs7sWWQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/qVEZmcvyUbg/s1600-h/June+2008+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJbs7sWWQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/qVEZmcvyUbg/s320/June+2008+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220335745571903746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another touch tank.  Here the children are allowed to feel shark eggs, starfish and an urchin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJbteSXfWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nF111erp2Hs/s1600-h/June+2008+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJbteSXfWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nF111erp2Hs/s320/June+2008+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220335754858167650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You never can tell what each new exhibit will bring.  Here we have human arms.  I believe they're female.  Gender can be difficult to determine at this angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJbt584wMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/b9YzBQQzckI/s1600-h/June+2008+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJbt584wMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/b9YzBQQzckI/s320/June+2008+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220335762284265666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated Grahmi's birthday this month.  We were asked to make a sign on the fly and get a picture of both kids with it.  My brother's family did the same and their picture has the children sitting very nicely on their front porch, each holding a sign with military precision.  Our results were slightly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJbueK9k3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/av2awMYhltM/s1600-h/June+2008+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJbueK9k3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/av2awMYhltM/s320/June+2008+245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220335772006978418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got a little pop-up pool this summer.  It's been fantastic fun, and very little trouble.  Totally worth it!  No hauling children to the public pool and I don't have to don a suit in front of all my neighbors!  The water's still a little chilly for the wee one, but she has fun running around the backyard while E swims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJWRFUKVbI/AAAAAAAAATE/J3xlsTY3u7s/s1600-h/June+2008+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJWRFUKVbI/AAAAAAAAATE/J3xlsTY3u7s/s320/June+2008+211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220329769560331698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently the December ice storms weakened the trees a bit.  This is our neighbor's beautiful tree, felled by a summer thunderstorm.  There was an identical incident across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJWRku5hLI/AAAAAAAAATM/qMg06Nv28U4/s1600-h/June+2008+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJWRku5hLI/AAAAAAAAATM/qMg06Nv28U4/s320/June+2008+229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220329777993974962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A started her one year old class at the church.  The girls will overlap this summer, but then E will move on as A begins her journey.  I'm in love with the teachers here, E has never once not wanted to go and A just walks right in without looking back.  That says it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJWSC-pCiI/AAAAAAAAATU/YYHow8rD18M/s1600-h/June+2008+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJWSC-pCiI/AAAAAAAAATU/YYHow8rD18M/s320/June+2008+231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220329786113067554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are fewer things more heartwarming for me than watching my husband enjoy our girls.  Happy Father's Day again, sweet man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJWSuZMAqI/AAAAAAAAATc/I8EMMK1NfVQ/s1600-h/June+2008+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJWSuZMAqI/AAAAAAAAATc/I8EMMK1NfVQ/s320/June+2008+263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220329797767135906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More Daddy Love, with E making her contorted goofy faces and A clapping and sucking her lip.  Just another day in paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJWTB6FbAI/AAAAAAAAATk/Uze6ZghCpZ8/s1600-h/June+2008+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJWTB6FbAI/AAAAAAAAATk/Uze6ZghCpZ8/s320/June+2008+222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220329803005389826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All caught up!  Thanks for coming along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-6411342668757908393?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/6411342668757908393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=6411342668757908393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/6411342668757908393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/6411342668757908393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2008/07/goals-part-june.html' title='Goals, Part June'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJbr9mK-ZI/AAAAAAAAATs/dgFHoihXUR8/s72-c/June+2008+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-8765987272205983072</id><published>2008-07-07T11:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:34:28.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals, Part May</title><content type='html'>Peek-a-boo with her closet doors.  We can't even go into her room without doing this every. single. time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJEVn45ZVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lkpsWpEDrq4/s1600-h/April+2008+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJEVn45ZVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lkpsWpEDrq4/s320/April+2008+178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220310056351393106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E's time at our church's pre-school program is nearly over.  Next year she'll attend Pre-K at a public school.  She's very excited, but I'm a little bit sad. At the year end program E posed with her best friend.  They've gone to this school together since they were one.  How sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJEWHp_IfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tNBvm74GnN4/s1600-h/June+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJEWHp_IfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tNBvm74GnN4/s320/June+2008+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220310064878789106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our first attempt at finger painting.  It won't be our last, but next time I might feed her first.  (Yes, Mom, the paint was non-toxic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJEWcNmNNI/AAAAAAAAASE/UgaAJf-wIRE/s1600-h/June+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJEWcNmNNI/AAAAAAAAASE/UgaAJf-wIRE/s320/June+2008+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220310070396859602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just about the cutest little grin in the world.  A's such a flirt, it's awfully fun to share her with others.  She's never met a stranger - begs to be held by the person in line behind us at the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJM0Q5-fkI/AAAAAAAAASk/qeT_31fyVDs/s1600-h/June+2008+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJM0Q5-fkI/AAAAAAAAASk/qeT_31fyVDs/s320/June+2008+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220319378850872898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But this is what happens if you tell her no.  She doesn't like no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJEXDFwTRI/AAAAAAAAASU/PZHpZ2xbZQM/s1600-h/June+2008+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJEXDFwTRI/AAAAAAAAASU/PZHpZ2xbZQM/s320/June+2008+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220310080832949522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this if you say no with conviction.  O the drama!  She stayed like this for at least 2 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJM08umcqI/AAAAAAAAASs/dwM8l5D3NHU/s1600-h/June+2008+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJM08umcqI/AAAAAAAAASs/dwM8l5D3NHU/s320/June+2008+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220319390614319778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention she's walking?  That could account for the serious lack of semi-regular posts!  Many of you will appreciate that in spite of being new to this walking thing, she's managed to pull off "Walking with Purse" without any problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJMz40albI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZcNULOl77jY/s1600-h/June+2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJMz40albI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZcNULOl77jY/s320/June+2008+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220319372385097138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this house, you learn to eat pizza on your own.  We don't cut up the big chunks into little sissy bites.  You want the good stuff?  Tackle it like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJM1dAGmOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/I4H8O-93itE/s1600-h/June+2008+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJM1dAGmOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/I4H8O-93itE/s320/June+2008+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220319399277664482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work of art was aptly named "Melting Snowman with Party Hat."  I really wish I'd gotten a picture of "Anteater," it was truly a masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJM1iLOCEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JUH4DCM4Lgc/s1600-h/June+2008+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJM1iLOCEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JUH4DCM4Lgc/s320/June+2008+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220319400666466370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-8765987272205983072?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/8765987272205983072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=8765987272205983072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/8765987272205983072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/8765987272205983072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2008/07/goals-part-may.html' title='Goals, Part May'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHJEVn45ZVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lkpsWpEDrq4/s72-c/April+2008+178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-8976825834541185201</id><published>2008-07-07T10:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:17:05.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl's Gotta Have Goals</title><content type='html'>I really want to post our Fourth of July pictures, but I can't until I get caught up.  I can't pretend the last 3 months just didn't happen!  We've had some incredible fun, after all.  So here's my little re-cap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a local animal sanctuary with our dearest friend.  They have all kinds of amazing creatures - lions and tigers and bears, o my - but instead of showing a great picture of their creatures, here's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHI2TjdqYMI/AAAAAAAAARM/w4RQGUbtD8Y/s1600-h/April+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHI2TjdqYMI/AAAAAAAAARM/w4RQGUbtD8Y/s320/April+2008+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220294627640893634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls had such a blast playing at Auntie Danielle's house in her new ottomans.  We'd have some too if it weren't for E trying to put the lid on the ottoman while A was still inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHI2UL1A2pI/AAAAAAAAARU/v875a4e37NM/s1600-h/April+2008+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHI2UL1A2pI/AAAAAAAAARU/v875a4e37NM/s320/April+2008+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220294638476253842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A had her first playdate this month with a sweet friend's son.  They're just a week apart in age and it's a treat to see them grow together.  Rumor has it they kiss in the church nursery, they're mute on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHI2UUq-SzI/AAAAAAAAARc/vUzUu7ipweA/s1600-h/April+2008+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHI2UUq-SzI/AAAAAAAAARc/vUzUu7ipweA/s320/April+2008+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220294640850062130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I inherited these end tables, I never imagined they'd be baby stairs.  See the accomplished look on her little face?  It's like she's laughing at me.  Okay, she was laughing at me.  These days she sits on the top and watches toons with her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHI2U7K7ekI/AAAAAAAAARk/S3BRt0Q3pVg/s1600-h/April+2008+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHI2U7K7ekI/AAAAAAAAARk/S3BRt0Q3pVg/s320/April+2008+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220294651184642626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have this tiny little rose bush in our front yard that has these sweet, delicate lavender blooms that last about a minute and a half in the scorching heat.  They smell amazing.  What with all the rain, I don't think we'll be seeing many more.  Today in place of this picture you'd see my E cuddling up to a group of naked twigs.  Thank you, black spot fungus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHI2VarAd0I/AAAAAAAAARs/Mdeap03nEZk/s1600-h/April+2008+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHI2VarAd0I/AAAAAAAAARs/Mdeap03nEZk/s320/April+2008+165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220294659640686402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's April!  Ta da!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-8976825834541185201?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/8976825834541185201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=8976825834541185201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/8976825834541185201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/8976825834541185201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2008/07/independance-day-and-last-three-months.html' title='A Girl&apos;s Gotta Have Goals'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/SHI2TjdqYMI/AAAAAAAAARM/w4RQGUbtD8Y/s72-c/April+2008+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-2154625609919531854</id><published>2008-04-04T15:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:20:45.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh, She's One Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is where I originally put a picture of the cakes I made the girl.  One for her alone and one with the party theme.  Then I realized that, according to family tradition, I put A's name on her cake.  I know!  Imagine.  So anyway, here's the part I can show you, but you miss all the super-cool stripes down the sides and that the cake is actually shaped like a one.  Someday, I'll get some quality editing software!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_am19WdXyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/X3H5_tz12Yk/s1600-h/March+2008+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_am19WdXyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/X3H5_tz12Yk/s320/March+2008+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185515466895744802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl.&lt;br /&gt;Comfy in her new chair, enjoying a good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aZ69WdXuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/epwGFL09NfE/s1600-h/March+2008+113a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aZ69WdXuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/epwGFL09NfE/s320/March+2008+113a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185501259143929570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anticipation!&lt;br /&gt;"Will I be able to blow the candle out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aZ89WdXvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/aP2kz8vBjiM/s1600-h/March+2008+120a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aZ89WdXvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/aP2kz8vBjiM/s320/March+2008+120a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185501293503667954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope... but they gave me cake anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aZ9NWdXwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/TbXlFJ2c2xI/s1600-h/March+2008+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aZ9NWdXwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/TbXlFJ2c2xI/s320/March+2008+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185501297798635266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balloons were one of the best parts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aZ-NWdXxI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YPCcFIr2Pgg/s1600-h/March+2008+142a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aZ-NWdXxI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YPCcFIr2Pgg/s320/March+2008+142a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185501314978504466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortening does wonders for the hair.&lt;br /&gt;It's never been softer or more lustrous.&lt;br /&gt;A was such a good sport about opening gifts, she studied each one appreciatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aXsdWdXoI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GMoBk50ImPE/s1600-h/March+2008+150a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aXsdWdXoI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GMoBk50ImPE/s320/March+2008+150a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185498811012570754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ooooo, a slide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aXttWdXqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FLgMLbJjE_I/s1600-h/March+2008+159a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aXttWdXqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FLgMLbJjE_I/s320/March+2008+159a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185498832487407266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party Animal.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I didn't get a picture of her until after the party was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aXuNWdXrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aw_t1uuSuvQ/s1600-h/March+2008+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aXuNWdXrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aw_t1uuSuvQ/s320/March+2008+163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185498841077341874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a terrible picture I've improved as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;See?        TEETH!&lt;br /&gt;Her doc declared her to be out of order but fine, so we're transferring the money back to her college account instead of the Orthodontics Fund as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aXutWdXsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/e9Ga6kBA6lE/s1600-h/March+2008+173a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_aXutWdXsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/e9Ga6kBA6lE/s320/March+2008+173a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185498849667276482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-2154625609919531854?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/2154625609919531854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=2154625609919531854' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/2154625609919531854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/2154625609919531854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2008/04/gosh-shes-one-already.html' title='Gosh, She&apos;s One Already'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R_am19WdXyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/X3H5_tz12Yk/s72-c/March+2008+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-8066476423799484403</id><published>2008-03-10T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:11:22.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vida Loca</title><content type='html'>It's not that we've been horribly busy, or incredibly ill.  We haven't even been out of town.  But somehow, life just snowballed on me and I've been trapped under an avalanche of ear infections, bad behavior, and obligations.  I've hardly even taken a picture lately!  Sure we've had fun, the baby and I spent 20 minutes today laughing ourselves silly despite her fever because I dared to dodge her left hook.  She's got the best belly laugh ever!  E earned back her computer privileges today and that speaks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;volumes&lt;/span&gt;!  I'm not sure what happens to people at the age of four, but it appears to be very dramatic and possibly a bit painful.  Thankfully, I don't remember when it happened to me, but that's what Mom's for.  I get the impression from her (constant) riotous laughter that this could be one of the greater joys of grand-parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this month our baby turns one.  One whole year.  It's simply amazing.  I remember when a year seemed like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for.ev.er&lt;/span&gt;.  My babies are growing up in the blink of an eye.  Some days E seems so big I think she'll be snatching the car keys next week - her biggest dream now is to be 99, and then each night she curls up in her blanket and she's tiny again.  How do they do that?  It happens when they're sick or hurt, too.  The other day I was holding A's hand in mine, awed over how much of my palm disappears behind hers.  And today she's so small and fragile, worried and fussed over like an infant.  Thank God they sleep.  Thank God I get to peek in on them while they're all soft and dreamy, curled up and quiet.  Thank God when life is crazy, He reminds they're still small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-8066476423799484403?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/8066476423799484403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=8066476423799484403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/8066476423799484403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/8066476423799484403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-vida-loca.html' title='La Vida Loca'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-5035660103091907451</id><published>2008-01-17T14:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:59:49.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An A Can Crawl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4_dlqfQrnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mhTyi20hfqA/s1600-h/January+2008+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4_dlqfQrnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mhTyi20hfqA/s320/January+2008+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156583737492811378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nine months, 1 1/2 weeks my baby crawled.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;.  Her peers, all boys and therefore much more interested in transportation than my laid back little girl, have been crawling for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MONTHS&lt;/span&gt;!  I must admit, I brought this on myself.  Knowing she's our last, I prayed she wouldn't grow up so stinking fast.  I wasn't asking for developmental delays or anything, but to have the opportunity to savor her babyhood.  E transformed from baby to toddler in the blink of and eye and I didn't want to miss it again.  But all of the younger babies are flying around the nursery floor and there sits little A, happily eating their dust.  So, I resigned myself to a disappointing "crawl" that looked more like a walrus than a human - and then she gracefully tucked her knees under that sweet bottom and took off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-5035660103091907451?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/5035660103091907451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=5035660103091907451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/5035660103091907451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/5035660103091907451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2008/01/a-can-crawl.html' title='An A Can Crawl'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4_dlqfQrnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mhTyi20hfqA/s72-c/January+2008+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-6821856370694029354</id><published>2008-01-17T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:15:11.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And You Shall Be Called...</title><content type='html'>If you are owned by E and she has naming rights, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will be&lt;/span&gt; called Sarah, Matthew or Rachel - after her cousins.  There are no exceptions other than Michael the fish, now deceased and replaced by Rachel With Fins (not to be confused with my niece, Rachel With Feet).  For Christmas, we adopted an elephant at our zoo, her name is now Sarah.  Snails, which according to E are always male, are named Matthew.  And so it goes and has gone for 2 of her 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving down the road the other day with the girls and my Dad, he asked what name E had given the Little Tykes lion flashlight.  I think to myself, "Duh - Sarah, Matthew or Rachel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.  I nearly drove off the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge.  Spanish pronunciation and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-6821856370694029354?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/6821856370694029354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=6821856370694029354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/6821856370694029354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/6821856370694029354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-you-shall-be-called.html' title='And You Shall Be Called...'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-4320896178331666895</id><published>2008-01-11T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:58:48.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2007</title><content type='html'>The first (and really only) gift unwrapped by little A.  Who knew it would get old so quick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4ffGqfQrmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vwSiJ2gMiv0/s1600-h/December+2007+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4ffGqfQrmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vwSiJ2gMiv0/s200/December+2007+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154333604126436962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard while unwrapping this coffee maker (that cycles REAL water)...&lt;br /&gt;E: (Very excitedly) O my goodness!  Look, look!  It's just what I always wanted!!!&lt;br /&gt;Family Friend: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;E:  (Screaming with excitement) I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4ffE6fQriI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WZAxtcRfmb0/s1600-h/December+2007+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4ffE6fQriI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WZAxtcRfmb0/s200/December+2007+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154333574061665826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never to early to accessorize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4ffFafQrjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mXIGOhwSVas/s1600-h/December+2007+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4ffFafQrjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mXIGOhwSVas/s200/December+2007+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154333582651600434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only picture of the girls together THE ENTIRE HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Does that go against the Mother Of The Year award for last year or have I already botched 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4ffF6fQrkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pk3Y_nqRZxU/s1600-h/December+2007+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4ffF6fQrkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pk3Y_nqRZxU/s200/December+2007+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154333591241535042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is too busy looking at a couch full of cousins to enjoy unwrapping her gift.  Thank goodness her daddy was interested in the lacy pink clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4ffGKfQrlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1vFfSZcDlMs/s1600-h/December+2007+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4ffGKfQrlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1vFfSZcDlMs/s200/December+2007+182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154333595536502354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cookies for Santa/Carrots for the Reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fW1afQreI/AAAAAAAAAOI/abFjMTEXTuo/s1600-h/December+2007+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fW1afQreI/AAAAAAAAAOI/abFjMTEXTuo/s200/December+2007+199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154324511680671202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loves her gift from Santa and learns about colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fW16fQrfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vxqNSFL0x3M/s1600-h/December+2007+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fW16fQrfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vxqNSFL0x3M/s200/December+2007+210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154324520270605810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fW2afQrgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wjClvDr-OJ0/s1600-h/December+2007+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fW2afQrgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wjClvDr-OJ0/s200/December+2007+216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154324528860540418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fW26fQrhI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DWN1NRBb2f8/s1600-h/December+2007+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fW26fQrhI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DWN1NRBb2f8/s200/December+2007+219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154324537450475026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E gets a big girl bike from Grahmi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fW1KfQrdI/AAAAAAAAAOA/857WvWwUkC4/s1600-h/December+2007+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fW1KfQrdI/AAAAAAAAAOA/857WvWwUkC4/s200/December+2007+231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154324507385703890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same Grahmi reading a lovely Christmas tale.  Just after this precious moment, E hopped off Grahmi's lap to play with a toy.  Grahmi says, "I thought you wanted me to read you this story?"  E's reply?  "I can still hear you."  Touching isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fTGafQrZI/AAAAAAAAANg/90veMSmEvl4/s1600-h/December+2007+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fTGafQrZI/AAAAAAAAANg/90veMSmEvl4/s200/December+2007+259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154320405691936146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New wheels!   Who can ride?  I can!  Me.  All me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fTG6fQraI/AAAAAAAAANo/g_J71yGNOts/s1600-h/December+2007+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fTG6fQraI/AAAAAAAAANo/g_J71yGNOts/s200/December+2007+272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154320414281870754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fTHKfQrbI/AAAAAAAAANw/2Ak141Nc3ZQ/s1600-h/December+2007+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fTHKfQrbI/AAAAAAAAANw/2Ak141Nc3ZQ/s200/December+2007+273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154320418576838066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sticks her tongue out this far to blow raspberries.  Then she curls it up over her lip and starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fTGKfQrYI/AAAAAAAAANY/rV91u8vzM40/s1600-h/December+2007+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fTGKfQrYI/AAAAAAAAANY/rV91u8vzM40/s200/December+2007+246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154320401396968834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas wish fulfilled.  E asked Santa for an elephant.  Naturally I was curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you want a toy elephant? &lt;br /&gt;E: No, Mom.  A real one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where will it live?&lt;br /&gt;E:  In my room.&lt;br /&gt;Me: An elephant is far too big for your room.&lt;br /&gt;E: (Thinking) I know!  It can live in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (That's illegal!) (Who will clean up the poop?) I don't think the backyard is big enough either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's so smart.  He adopted an elephant in E's name that lives at the zoo and we can visit it anytime.  Gunda has been renamed Sarah.  Sorry Gunda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fTHqfQrcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oQ0I2yJ7UWU/s1600-h/December+2007+291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4fTHqfQrcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oQ0I2yJ7UWU/s200/December+2007+291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154320427166772674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-4320896178331666895?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/4320896178331666895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=4320896178331666895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/4320896178331666895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/4320896178331666895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-2007.html' title='Christmas 2007'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4ffGqfQrmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vwSiJ2gMiv0/s72-c/December+2007+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-8589788450116214240</id><published>2008-01-08T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:29:56.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was ice.  Unlike many of our friends, most of our neighborhood maintained power throughout the week even though we were badly hit.  We had power guilt and hosted many a dinner.  It's a month later and our streets are still covered with branches.  This is our backyard and the nice men from 2 different states that came to pick up our tree limb off the power line (but not the neighbor's carport.)  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4OsyafQrSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/AVHjmhX8qgE/s1600-h/December+2007+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4OsyafQrSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/AVHjmhX8qgE/s320/December+2007+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153152380745854242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When trees are cut in cartoons, everyone yells timber.  When you watch them fall through your brick wall, "Timber" is not what you hear yourself say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4OsyqfQrTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vAe1lp0faEk/s1600-h/December+2007+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4OsyqfQrTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vAe1lp0faEk/s320/December+2007+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153152385040821554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to dress for the first snow of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by a four year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4OszKfQrUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/n2R71lxwA7Y/s1600-h/December+2007+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4OszKfQrUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/n2R71lxwA7Y/s320/December+2007+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153152393630756162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A's first snow.  She didn't get to experience it any other way because it was bitterly cold out there and she was a little bit under the weather.  Sorry about the index finger - it's a crop or post moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4Ox_6fQrXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ebGSPqY4lDw/s1600-h/December+2007+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4Ox_6fQrXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ebGSPqY4lDw/s320/December+2007+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153158110232227186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas program.&lt;br /&gt;This year there was less twirling.&lt;br /&gt;There was more falling on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;And bowing.  Lots of bowing.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a mom tip:  Don't give the child new shoes right before she hits the stage.  She will show the entire audience because, after all, isn't that why they're all watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4OszafQrVI/AAAAAAAAANA/HBdjXChOE6Q/s1600-h/December+2007+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4OszafQrVI/AAAAAAAAANA/HBdjXChOE6Q/s320/December+2007+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153152397925723474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-8589788450116214240?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/8589788450116214240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=8589788450116214240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/8589788450116214240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/8589788450116214240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-december.html' title='O December'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R4OsyafQrSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/AVHjmhX8qgE/s72-c/December+2007+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-7461464983798696677</id><published>2007-11-18T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:38:03.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Which My Beautiful, Amazing First-born Turns FOUR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E's first friend party at our favorite park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This look is, "Really? A picture? Can't I just eat it, Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0EHPptE0WI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-0sgPtPhN7U/s1600-h/November+2007+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0EHPptE0WI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-0sgPtPhN7U/s320/November+2007+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134393015653421410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four is very good, very good indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0EHP5tE0XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y6aJdpzrtU4/s1600-h/November+2007+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0EHP5tE0XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y6aJdpzrtU4/s320/November+2007+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134393019948388722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parade of Party Princesses.&lt;br /&gt;We have no pictures of E running off with the first gift she opened, princess shoes, to try on in her bedroom, in front of the hall mirror, show to all the people waiting in the living room, twirl with, sound check on the tile, admire in the hall mirror while twirling and finally the running test.&lt;br /&gt;And so it went with each gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0EHQ5tE0ZI/AAAAAAAAALM/tmXp6JsNsew/s1600-h/November+2007+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0EHQ5tE0ZI/AAAAAAAAALM/tmXp6JsNsew/s320/November+2007+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134393037128257938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped mid-gift to check herself out in the dress... again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0ERb5tE0bI/AAAAAAAAALc/NQ-BT5Slloc/s1600-h/November+2007+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0ERb5tE0bI/AAAAAAAAALc/NQ-BT5Slloc/s320/November+2007+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134404221223096754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what happens to cute hair when scraped through the opening of a trampoline enclosure.  I can't help but wonder if that's how Flock of Seagulls did it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0ERdptE0fI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Co8_h__ogT8/s1600-h/November+2007+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0ERdptE0fI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Co8_h__ogT8/s320/November+2007+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134404251287867890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cousin's son.  He plays football, wrestles and makes disgusting body noises for fun. He also helps little girls into their princess gowns.&lt;br /&gt;He's a pretty special kid!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0ERcZtE0cI/AAAAAAAAALk/Z4gd-ntFMQY/s1600-h/November+2007+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0ERcZtE0cI/AAAAAAAAALk/Z4gd-ntFMQY/s320/November+2007+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134404229813031362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supergirl gets quiet and a little shy while we sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0EHRZtE0aI/AAAAAAAAALU/cVrGlKxduAo/s1600-h/November+2007+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0EHRZtE0aI/AAAAAAAAALU/cVrGlKxduAo/s320/November+2007+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134393045718192546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A makes an appearance with my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0ERcptE0dI/AAAAAAAAALs/i6vTzLfuZZ8/s1600-h/November+2007+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0ERcptE0dI/AAAAAAAAALs/i6vTzLfuZZ8/s320/November+2007+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134404234107998674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins.  And pink forks.&lt;br /&gt;Which will remain in our family for many parties to come.&lt;br /&gt;Because my mother washed them.&lt;br /&gt;Yes Mom, they are very nice, durable forks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0EHQZtE0YI/AAAAAAAAALE/huXd8kMBctM/s1600-h/November+2007+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0EHQZtE0YI/AAAAAAAAALE/huXd8kMBctM/s320/November+2007+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134393028538323330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the birthday joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0ERdJtE0eI/AAAAAAAAAL0/x0pkLMwhZdU/s1600-h/November+2007+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0ERdJtE0eI/AAAAAAAAAL0/x0pkLMwhZdU/s320/November+2007+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134404242697933282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-7461464983798696677?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/7461464983798696677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=7461464983798696677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/7461464983798696677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/7461464983798696677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-which-my-beautiful-amazing-first.html' title='In Which My Beautiful, Amazing First-born Turns FOUR!'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/R0EHPptE0WI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-0sgPtPhN7U/s72-c/November+2007+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-4840108718592448188</id><published>2007-11-13T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:09:28.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Halloween Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A as Tootsie Roll&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RzqMt8E1ZSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xiUa2FtV5cY/s1600-h/October+2007+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RzqMt8E1ZSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xiUa2FtV5cY/s320/October+2007+178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132569446190507298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E playing the part of Fairy Princess.&lt;br /&gt;(note the wand and the very serious pose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RzqMuME1ZTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pu8d6ONK2UQ/s1600-h/October+2007+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RzqMuME1ZTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pu8d6ONK2UQ/s320/October+2007+194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132569450485474610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very first time in her life she touched pumpkin guts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing&lt;/span&gt; it would be icky since that fateful carving day just before she turned one and the slimy string stuck to her fingers.  Not even peer pressure could break her down at preschool last year.  She's nearly four people!  This year I put my foot down and said, "If you want a Jack-O-Lantern (and she really did) you'll have to scoop the guts out yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RzqMusE1ZUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Yc3TXH86Lks/s1600-h/October+2007+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RzqMusE1ZUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Yc3TXH86Lks/s320/October+2007+228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132569459075409218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 plates of spider and web cupcakes just to the right of the children.  Yes, they were delicious, but that's not why I mention them.  Little A knew we weren't paying attention, stuck her fingers in the icing and that's why the best picture I have of both girls in their costumes has a wand flying out at you and a frowning baby.  Not the Kodak moment I was trying to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RzqMu8E1ZVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JLTUfm0ZKjY/s1600-h/October+2007+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RzqMu8E1ZVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JLTUfm0ZKjY/s320/October+2007+237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132569463370376530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-4840108718592448188?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/4840108718592448188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=4840108718592448188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/4840108718592448188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/4840108718592448188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/11/belated-halloween-pictures.html' title='Belated Halloween Pictures'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RzqMt8E1ZSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xiUa2FtV5cY/s72-c/October+2007+178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-4484613708280315106</id><published>2007-10-07T16:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:32:57.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The State Fair</title><content type='html'>Every year we try to get to the State Fair, it's something the husband and I have done every year since we've been married.  Mostly, we just enjoy the carnival atmosphere (translated: food).  We've taken E since she was tiny, and this is A's first visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tiny little dot is my daughter's head....&lt;br /&gt;and she LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlYsvMOU5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/4iyc7Q081MQ/s1600-h/October+2007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlYsvMOU5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/4iyc7Q081MQ/s320/October+2007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118719977088504722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She rode these last year, so it was no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlU8fMOU1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/-ewBeXUzhSI/s1600-h/October+2007+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlU8fMOU1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/-ewBeXUzhSI/s320/October+2007+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118715849624933202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sad little ironic twist, the hatching chick exhibit was sponsored by Tyson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlU8vMOU2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/0Xm5vOvbcCg/s1600-h/October+2007+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlU8vMOU2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/0Xm5vOvbcCg/s320/October+2007+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118715853919900514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A's learned to kiss on request, we all enjoy the benefits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlU9PMOU3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/DJNmo-0grtQ/s1600-h/October+2007+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlU9PMOU3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/DJNmo-0grtQ/s320/October+2007+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118715862509835122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's how I roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlU9fMOU4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Bb2OYl8wQRI/s1600-h/October+2007+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlU9fMOU4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Bb2OYl8wQRI/s320/October+2007+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118715866804802434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 2nd year they've had a giant indoor sandbox.&lt;br /&gt;No money required, just some fun for the kids while the grown-ups rest a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlYtPMOU6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/xwH9rw9DDtU/s1600-h/October+2007+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlYtPMOU6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/xwH9rw9DDtU/s320/October+2007+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118719985678439330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find anything remarkable about the teacup ride other than the fact we've probably all been on it - maybe even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this exact one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I just had to share because she's pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlYtfMOU7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/T8pw2WSdXRE/s1600-h/October+2007+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlYtfMOU7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/T8pw2WSdXRE/s320/October+2007+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118719989973406642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E's first REAL roller coaster!&lt;br /&gt;No parents - no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlYt_MOU8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/npsYXnBwttw/s1600-h/October+2007+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlYt_MOU8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/npsYXnBwttw/s320/October+2007+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118719998563341250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying to capture her excitement from the coaster, and while this isn't her initial reaction, I think it speaks volumes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlYufMOU9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/urbR-IYxe9Q/s1600-h/October+2007+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlYufMOU9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/urbR-IYxe9Q/s320/October+2007+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118720007153275858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast in the unusually warm October sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rwldp_MOU-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/4D0DiMEnRIc/s1600-h/October+2007+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rwldp_MOU-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/4D0DiMEnRIc/s320/October+2007+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118725427402003426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-4484613708280315106?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/4484613708280315106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=4484613708280315106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/4484613708280315106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/4484613708280315106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/10/state-fair.html' title='The State Fair'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlYsvMOU5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/4iyc7Q081MQ/s72-c/October+2007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-464746399614404264</id><published>2007-10-07T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:46:06.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O September</title><content type='html'>The house is (reasonably) clean, the girls are asleep, and the husband has commandeered the TV for NASCAR.  Seems like a good time to catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swimming at our local water park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlMPvMOUqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/H9pIEaMqoTE/s1600-h/September+2007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlMPvMOUqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/H9pIEaMqoTE/s320/September+2007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118706284732764834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fifteen minutes of trying to teach E to swim, I leave her with my mother for about 2.  This is the child swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlMP_MOUrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Vi9ghzUoT-0/s1600-h/September+2007+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlMP_MOUrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Vi9ghzUoT-0/s320/September+2007+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118706289027732146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of Preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlMQfMOUsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bBRlawnDqFA/s1600-h/September+2007+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlMQfMOUsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bBRlawnDqFA/s320/September+2007+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118706297617666754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impressions - at least nothing bled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlMQvMOUtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WZQQmiWe28A/s1600-h/September+2007+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlMQvMOUtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WZQQmiWe28A/s320/September+2007+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118706301912634066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear's eye view at our zoo on member's night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlNTvMOUuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/unpc1PftrOs/s1600-h/September+2007+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlNTvMOUuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/unpc1PftrOs/s320/September+2007+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118707452963869410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-doring aunts watching the "roll over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlNUPMOUvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZjuL-X2L7mM/s1600-h/September+2007+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlNUPMOUvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZjuL-X2L7mM/s320/September+2007+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118707461553804018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlQRvMOUwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1syD1-v69j0/s1600-h/September+2007+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlQRvMOUwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1syD1-v69j0/s320/September+2007+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118710717139014402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some traditions should be passed on early.&lt;br /&gt;Morning cartoons... check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlQSPMOUxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NQ3h8qhbwNU/s1600-h/September+2007+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlQSPMOUxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NQ3h8qhbwNU/s320/September+2007+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118710725728949010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlQSvMOUyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/y7HViBzxbII/s1600-h/September+2007+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlQSvMOUyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/y7HViBzxbII/s320/September+2007+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118710734318883618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horseback riding through a vineyard with Grahmi.&lt;br /&gt;Makes next week's sleepover look pretty lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlQS_MOUzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SWQmfSGgeWs/s1600-h/September+2007+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlQS_MOUzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SWQmfSGgeWs/s320/September+2007+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118710738613850930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-464746399614404264?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/464746399614404264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=464746399614404264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/464746399614404264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/464746399614404264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-september.html' title='O September'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RwlMPvMOUqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/H9pIEaMqoTE/s72-c/September+2007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-5409752087633003630</id><published>2007-08-22T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:46:15.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0OhYfqBlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eJL7atRyNds/s1600-h/July+2007+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0OhYfqBlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eJL7atRyNds/s320/July+2007+335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101749919554340434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were some lovely kids from Japan visiting our zoo this day.  Our E is so incredibly outgoing she charmed the pictures right out of them!  With her blond hair and blue eyes, she's the typical American girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0OiIfqBmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/u2qPhYa7dZY/s1600-h/July+2007+346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0OiIfqBmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/u2qPhYa7dZY/s320/July+2007+346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101749932439242338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touching&lt;/span&gt; the tortise!&lt;br /&gt;I am SO jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0NoYfqBgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0ILzlQjWGro/s1600-h/July+2007+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0NoYfqBgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0ILzlQjWGro/s320/July+2007+266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101748940301796866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's difficult to tell who's looking at who here.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been stared down by a meerkat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0NpIfqBhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/v6ZGSMf00rM/s1600-h/July+2007+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0NpIfqBhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/v6ZGSMf00rM/s320/July+2007+278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101748953186698770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep.  Got up there all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0Np4fqBiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vdNujBQcAc0/s1600-h/July+2007+300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0Np4fqBiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vdNujBQcAc0/s320/July+2007+300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101748966071600674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy takes few pictures... we celebrate the really good ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0Nq4fqBjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nwgUiYahvXY/s1600-h/July+2007+307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0Nq4fqBjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nwgUiYahvXY/s320/July+2007+307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101748983251469874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A was there - this proves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0Nr4fqBkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/B2tTdipchkE/s1600-h/July+2007+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0Nr4fqBkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/B2tTdipchkE/s320/July+2007+288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101749000431339074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flamingos actually&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pose&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't take this photographic opportunity after chasing a preschooler all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-5409752087633003630?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/5409752087633003630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=5409752087633003630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/5409752087633003630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/5409752087633003630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/08/zoo.html' title='The Zoo!'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rs0OhYfqBlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eJL7atRyNds/s72-c/July+2007+335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-2111758121479753459</id><published>2007-07-24T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:23:32.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three and a half</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RqbBgExmLgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vQaVRvUTeUs/s1600-h/July+2007+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RqbBgExmLgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vQaVRvUTeUs/s320/July+2007+210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090969185570663938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RqbBgkxmLhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gq8TN8BZPyM/s1600-h/July+2007+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RqbBgkxmLhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gq8TN8BZPyM/s320/July+2007+233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090969194160598546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a world of difference now.  In the blink of an eye, the years won't matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-2111758121479753459?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/2111758121479753459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=2111758121479753459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/2111758121479753459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/2111758121479753459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/07/three-and-half.html' title='Three and a half'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RqbBgExmLgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vQaVRvUTeUs/s72-c/July+2007+210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-3236376523959853783</id><published>2007-07-05T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T12:12:16.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A First Fourth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;This alert and slightly worried look was too funny!  After staring for a minute, she went back to her TV show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro0XDuqC65I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MBMGQjc3d78/s1600-h/July+2007+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro0XDuqC65I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MBMGQjc3d78/s320/July+2007+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know how hard it is to get 2 wiggly kids to smile in the direction of the camera at the same time?  Of course you do!  What am I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro0XD-qC66I/AAAAAAAAAFY/4gw-tXvhdXo/s1600-h/July+2007+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro0XD-qC66I/AAAAAAAAAFY/4gw-tXvhdXo/s320/July+2007+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too big to lay down.  To small to sit up.&lt;br /&gt;A does a great job of faking it while she watches Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't tear her eyes away despite Mom's best attempts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro0XEeqC67I/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HOGJTPrh7Y/s1600-h/July+2007+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro0XEeqC67I/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HOGJTPrh7Y/s320/July+2007+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A's new trick!  Really aids in another favorite pastime...&lt;br /&gt;licking my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro0XEeqC68I/AAAAAAAAAFo/_lluA5Bwwi4/s1600-h/July+2007+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro0XEeqC68I/AAAAAAAAAFo/_lluA5Bwwi4/s320/July+2007+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-3236376523959853783?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/3236376523959853783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=3236376523959853783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/3236376523959853783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/3236376523959853783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-fourth.html' title='A First Fourth'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro0XDuqC65I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MBMGQjc3d78/s72-c/July+2007+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-457798951682273527</id><published>2007-07-05T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:50:54.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriotic Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Birthday is around the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it nice the entire nation celebrates with me?&lt;br /&gt;E put the candles on my cake - Cherry inside and out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro2Df-qC6_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/LrIEod7vIS0/s1600-h/July+2007+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro2Df-qC6_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/LrIEod7vIS0/s320/July+2007+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083864139789691890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1421/d88bfb8ff01836363e24ddaf880527f7/image3684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://localhost:1421/d88bfb8ff01836363e24ddaf880527f7/image3684.jpg?size=320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy is a (very handsome) veteran.  This year he took part in our church's Patriotic Service.  We all looked the part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro2CNOqC6-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jesbVD2zXro/s1600-h/July+2007+114A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro2CNOqC6-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jesbVD2zXro/s320/July+2007+114A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083862718155516898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E's practicing her "Fiona" pose. (Shrek)  In case you were wondering, after much testing, the dress twirls nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro2DgeqC7AI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vkOCckmwA8A/s1600-h/July+2007+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro2DgeqC7AI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vkOCckmwA8A/s320/July+2007+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083864148379626498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1421/d88bfb8ff01836363e24ddaf880527f7/image3691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://localhost:1421/d88bfb8ff01836363e24ddaf880527f7/image3691.jpg?size=320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing but smiles these days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro2DhOqC7BI/AAAAAAAAAGU/s7o4UoZKF9A/s1600-h/July+2007+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro2DhOqC7BI/AAAAAAAAAGU/s7o4UoZKF9A/s320/July+2007+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083864161264528402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1421/d88bfb8ff01836363e24ddaf880527f7/image3665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://localhost:1421/d88bfb8ff01836363e24ddaf880527f7/image3665.jpg?size=320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-457798951682273527?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/457798951682273527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=457798951682273527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/457798951682273527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/457798951682273527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/07/patriotic-birthday.html' title='Patriotic Birthday'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ro2Df-qC6_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/LrIEod7vIS0/s72-c/July+2007+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-7042276840262141161</id><published>2007-07-05T00:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:15:33.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up...</title><content type='html'>What's a couple of months off the blog worth?  I'll tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A lightening strike takes out the modem, several filters &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the ethernet card.  Newborn takes out the drive to get anything done quickly!&lt;br /&gt;    Hysterectomy 2 months post c-section. Not recommended, but certainly recoverable! (Otherwise known as "Thank you, God, for giving me a baby that sleeps!")&lt;br /&gt;    Lost camera.  Big bad bummer is that it absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; to be in this house &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;... have you seen it? I'm pretty sure it's grown legs. Hubby got me an upgrade for my birthday - isn't he sweet?!! Too bad baby A's baptism pictures are on the lost card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May and June in pictures -------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A makes tears...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyKGOqC6yI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KYsFt2YN4Ek/s1600-h/May+2007+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyKGOqC6yI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KYsFt2YN4Ek/s200/May+2007+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083589919012743970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and learns to smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyH6-qC6vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0dIkLikTpVY/s1600-h/May+2007+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyH6-qC6vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0dIkLikTpVY/s200/May+2007+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083587526715960050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited Pawpaw - our first out of town trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyH7OqC6wI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U-quFslmmAc/s1600-h/May+2007+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyH7OqC6wI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U-quFslmmAc/s200/May+2007+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083587531010927362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A gets love from a fairy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyH7uqC6xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JhGdgYeRURw/s1600-h/May+2007+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyH7uqC6xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JhGdgYeRURw/s200/May+2007+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083587539600861970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who's known for her artwork.&lt;br /&gt;(She's cleaning it up with a Magic Eraser!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyHA-qC6tI/AAAAAAAAADw/CVZZO8X87PM/s1600-h/May+2007+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyHA-qC6tI/AAAAAAAAADw/CVZZO8X87PM/s200/May+2007+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083586530283547346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E graduates and performs with her classmates.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to get a picture of the unscripted twirling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyGi-qC6sI/AAAAAAAAADo/awRlLDIHLeI/s1600-h/May+2007+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyGi-qC6sI/AAAAAAAAADo/awRlLDIHLeI/s200/May+2007+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083586014887471810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One picture, 2 milestones!&lt;br /&gt;A's hands find her mouth and she begins bathing with E.&lt;br /&gt;E couldn't be more excited!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyKGeqC6zI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IjdRgfbTz04/s1600-h/May+2007+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyKGeqC6zI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IjdRgfbTz04/s200/May+2007+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083589923307711282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-7042276840262141161?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/7042276840262141161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=7042276840262141161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/7042276840262141161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/7042276840262141161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/07/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up...'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RoyKGOqC6yI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KYsFt2YN4Ek/s72-c/May+2007+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-8964201003929177016</id><published>2007-05-03T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:56:17.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;According to the weatherman, in Oklahoma we're officially out of the drought.  The small pond that is our driveway gave us our first clue.&lt;br /&gt;What bugs Daddy delights E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjoQcaA8TxI/AAAAAAAAADY/_l0151KauS8/s1600-h/DSC02620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjoQcaA8TxI/AAAAAAAAADY/_l0151KauS8/s320/DSC02620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splashing Mom is WAY fun!  This game had to be stopped out of respect for the camera's wetness preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjoQb6A8TvI/AAAAAAAAADI/ky2pWKA4aOY/s1600-h/DSC02617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjoQb6A8TvI/AAAAAAAAADI/ky2pWKA4aOY/s320/DSC02617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are asking yourself, "That's a threatening look, did she &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; jump?"&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjoQcKA8TwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-i8P2PAM4WQ/s1600-h/DSC02618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjoQcKA8TwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-i8P2PAM4WQ/s320/DSC02618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazingly blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjoQcqA8TyI/AAAAAAAAADg/q2RcT131AwA/s1600-h/DSC02622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjoQcqA8TyI/AAAAAAAAADg/q2RcT131AwA/s320/DSC02622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-8964201003929177016?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/8964201003929177016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=8964201003929177016' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/8964201003929177016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/8964201003929177016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/05/bring-on-rain.html' title='Bring on the rain!'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjoQcaA8TxI/AAAAAAAAADY/_l0151KauS8/s72-c/DSC02620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-235358337495089910</id><published>2007-05-02T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T15:11:17.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity Happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;My little princess spun herself into a door frame!  Poor thing hit so hard that when I picked her up off the floor, there was nothing but a dent from her temple to the middle of her cheek.  This picture was taken about 1/2 an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjjvtaA8TtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vo5r_AuOWFs/s1600-h/DSC02602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjjvtaA8TtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vo5r_AuOWFs/s320/DSC02602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Mulan was plum tuckered out from her exploits, but had just enough energy to drag herself up to the forbidden top bunk for a snooze!  As this had not been attempted before, I can only assume the whack to the head is to blame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjjvtqA8TuI/AAAAAAAAADA/bR-TyfgdHh8/s1600-h/DSC02610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjjvtqA8TuI/AAAAAAAAADA/bR-TyfgdHh8/s320/DSC02610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was better, the girls enjoyed themselves outside with Daddy!  A has really become responsive in the last week.  She looks us in the eye, searches for her sister and smiles when we kiss her!  Please note E's response below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjjvtKA8TsI/AAAAAAAAACw/PYfjpQQ76io/s1600-h/DSC02598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjjvtKA8TsI/AAAAAAAAACw/PYfjpQQ76io/s320/DSC02598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rjjvs6A8TrI/AAAAAAAAACo/OOG1mDLsKDQ/s1600-h/DSC02593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Rjjvs6A8TrI/AAAAAAAAACo/OOG1mDLsKDQ/s320/DSC02593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-235358337495089910?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/235358337495089910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=235358337495089910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/235358337495089910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/235358337495089910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/05/gravity-happens.html' title='Gravity Happens'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjjvtaA8TtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vo5r_AuOWFs/s72-c/DSC02602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-3338125381196816019</id><published>2007-04-26T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:39:24.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our Little A is Four Weeks Old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now she's all smiles!  She can hold her head up and has gotten over her grouchies despite a cold.  She seems to have decided we're not so bad after all and this could be kinda fun - we can be entertaining after all!  She's also gained more than 2 pounds since she's been home... check out her little belly!  The night before last, she grabbed my shirt with both hands.  It was the first time she held me back.  A's looking in our eyes, checking out her world and even handling diaper changes without a whimper!  What a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, naturally Mom had to take some cute little naked baby pictures to commemorate the event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjDN1aA8ToI/AAAAAAAAACQ/eDuWElgqncE/s1600-h/DSC02574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjDN1aA8ToI/AAAAAAAAACQ/eDuWElgqncE/s320/DSC02574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjDN16A8TpI/AAAAAAAAACY/ps2wWs9e_x8/s1600-h/DSC02578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjDN16A8TpI/AAAAAAAAACY/ps2wWs9e_x8/s320/DSC02578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjDN16A8TqI/AAAAAAAAACg/w9EpUkHKqcA/s1600-h/DSC02586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjDN16A8TqI/AAAAAAAAACg/w9EpUkHKqcA/s320/DSC02586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we're in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-3338125381196816019?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/3338125381196816019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=3338125381196816019' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/3338125381196816019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/3338125381196816019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RjDN1aA8ToI/AAAAAAAAACQ/eDuWElgqncE/s72-c/DSC02574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-4807685141656132259</id><published>2007-04-25T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T09:46:57.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for the warm welcome into Blogville!  I look forward to getting to know you!  I warn you, it may be slow going - seems A doesn't appreciate Mommy's attention to the computer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-4807685141656132259?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/4807685141656132259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=4807685141656132259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/4807685141656132259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/4807685141656132259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-5741985510879561307</id><published>2007-04-25T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T09:44:30.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter &amp; Monkey Toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri9oKKA8TkI/AAAAAAAAABw/71qMuEFbKs4/s1600-h/DSC02506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri9oKKA8TkI/AAAAAAAAABw/71qMuEFbKs4/s320/DSC02506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easter Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri9oKaA8TlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OdhCEoLbvCA/s1600-h/DSC02520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri9oKaA8TlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OdhCEoLbvCA/s320/DSC02520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet girls.  E love A so hard sometimes it makes A a bit uncomfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri9oKaA8TmI/AAAAAAAAACA/1omdc3yeytg/s1600-h/DSC02549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri9oKaA8TmI/AAAAAAAAACA/1omdc3yeytg/s320/DSC02549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri9oKqA8TnI/AAAAAAAAACI/kBOmTjwMS4A/s1600-h/DSC02554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri9oKqA8TnI/AAAAAAAAACI/kBOmTjwMS4A/s320/DSC02554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey Toes.  I confess, she got them from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-5741985510879561307?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/5741985510879561307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=5741985510879561307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/5741985510879561307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/5741985510879561307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-monkey-toes.html' title='Easter &amp; Monkey Toes'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri9oKKA8TkI/AAAAAAAAABw/71qMuEFbKs4/s72-c/DSC02506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-2311901272220596534</id><published>2007-04-24T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T07:57:54.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri39KQja37I/AAAAAAAAABM/7pbwGKIssgU/s1600-h/DSC02442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri39KQja37I/AAAAAAAAABM/7pbwGKIssgU/s320/DSC02442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A's first bath at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri39Kgja38I/AAAAAAAAABU/2aiLRrfPMTc/s1600-h/DSC02446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri39Kgja38I/AAAAAAAAABU/2aiLRrfPMTc/s320/DSC02446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E holding A with enthusiasm for the first time at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri39Kwja39I/AAAAAAAAABc/rmbgB6rNE4g/s1600-h/DSC02460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri39Kwja39I/AAAAAAAAABc/rmbgB6rNE4g/s320/DSC02460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A's first Dr's visit.  See E in the background?  She's on her way off the table and up in the window ledge 4 feet off the floor and 3 stories off the ground.  I haven't yet figured out how to watch 2 children at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri39LAja3-I/AAAAAAAAABk/Fn0SPgpLFUE/s1600-h/DSC09104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri39LAja3-I/AAAAAAAAABk/Fn0SPgpLFUE/s320/DSC09104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peaceful sleeping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-2311901272220596534?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/2311901272220596534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=2311901272220596534' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/2311901272220596534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/2311901272220596534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-firsts.html' title='Some Firsts'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Ri39KQja37I/AAAAAAAAABM/7pbwGKIssgU/s72-c/DSC02442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828208059151961363.post-2368304356364573858</id><published>2007-04-22T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:38:05.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet Baby A&lt;br /&gt;This is the beginning... now she's 3 weeks old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Riv2bgja35I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PNbqE3bGkB4/s1600-h/DSC02324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Riv2bgja35I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PNbqE3bGkB4/s320/DSC02324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056405959108910994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Baby A actually came into this world as our second child.  Our first love, E, is 3 and adores her little sister like no other!  Sadly, Mommy didn't blog when E was born, so we'll have to play catch up a bit (later).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RivUUwja33I/AAAAAAAAAAU/v20Qni6DW2Q/s1600-h/DSC02382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/RivUUwja33I/AAAAAAAAAAU/v20Qni6DW2Q/s320/DSC02382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056368459749449586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Add a dutiful Dad and one each of the dog and cat varieties and that completes our household!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/828208059151961363-2368304356364573858?l=lifewithane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/feeds/2368304356364573858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=828208059151961363&amp;postID=2368304356364573858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/2368304356364573858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/828208059151961363/posts/default/2368304356364573858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithane.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-world.html' title='Hello World!'/><author><name>A&amp;amp;EMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10084289956089686543</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CpJzhWK6H0/Riv2bgja35I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PNbqE3bGkB4/s72-c/DSC02324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
