<?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-1028377497826706477</id><updated>2012-02-12T15:54:16.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stevie Times</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>512</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-4659586979626550556</id><published>2012-02-12T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T15:04:11.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4-5 Inches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBbo4hcS-Qo/TzgXVrw0nvI/AAAAAAAAFlg/6wR7KLdwlpU/s1600/DSC_0147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBbo4hcS-Qo/TzgXVrw0nvI/AAAAAAAAFlg/6wR7KLdwlpU/s640/DSC_0147.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah got a new haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(G'mas... please don't kill me)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup, it is short... but oh so fun and cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sXt6iV7ZBzU/TzgXXUP2WWI/AAAAAAAAFlo/4q7_Ns-2AmA/s1600/DSC_0148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sXt6iV7ZBzU/TzgXXUP2WWI/AAAAAAAAFlo/4q7_Ns-2AmA/s640/DSC_0148.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her hair used to be down to her lower back, almost to her lil' bum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not any more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to know what Sarah's favorite part is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KmSoCku_vp8/TzgYIQtECVI/AAAAAAAAFmY/6knMzKECYRY/s1600/DSC_0150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KmSoCku_vp8/TzgYIQtECVI/AAAAAAAAFmY/6knMzKECYRY/s640/DSC_0150.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shaking her head to make her hair fly out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm constantly seeing her toss her hair and hold her head differently.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She really enjoys it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a picture&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; (not the best)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;from a couple of weeks ago to show you how long it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kzt6EhqwuA/TzgXdGpKGfI/AAAAAAAAFmI/voX0o31lcCQ/s1600/DSC_0558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kzt6EhqwuA/TzgXdGpKGfI/AAAAAAAAFmI/voX0o31lcCQ/s640/DSC_0558.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a real challenge brushing Sarah's hair out. She is so active, that by the end of the day, all of the bouncing, flipping and rolling around she has done turns her hair into quite the rats nest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, Saturday, after brushing out a terrible mess, we decided it would be a lot easier if we took off 4-5 inches of Sarah's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lock of evidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VoULE0BCj5k/TzgXbXAZLgI/AAAAAAAAFmA/rL3x1aAAUzA/s1600/DSC_0162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VoULE0BCj5k/TzgXbXAZLgI/AAAAAAAAFmA/rL3x1aAAUzA/s640/DSC_0162.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of having a hard time with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it and think it is so cute,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but... I don't think I should have done such a drastic change while still surging with post-baby hormones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There have been tears... lots of tears &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(hidden in my room so Sarah won't see, of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is so darling though, it'll just take a little adjusting for mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oaXGaSlsNGE/TzgXY_eRLhI/AAAAAAAAFlw/9XUYqpRh11I/s1600/DSC_0154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oaXGaSlsNGE/TzgXY_eRLhI/AAAAAAAAFlw/9XUYqpRh11I/s640/DSC_0154.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are &lt;b&gt;both&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;very excited about having less tangles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah really loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today at church she ran up to everyone and asked them how they liked her new hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was so excited to show her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsBTxu0Mt6E/TzgXZ2jHXgI/AAAAAAAAFl4/ox2h9J4FI3s/s1600/DSC_0157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsBTxu0Mt6E/TzgXZ2jHXgI/AAAAAAAAFl4/ox2h9J4FI3s/s640/DSC_0157.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I love this sweet, sweet girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Short hair 'n all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uouE3KMKK-I/TzgX7GLqe0I/AAAAAAAAFmQ/L5LE0_NVyGo/s1600/DSC_0135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uouE3KMKK-I/TzgX7GLqe0I/AAAAAAAAFmQ/L5LE0_NVyGo/s640/DSC_0135.jpg" width="640" /&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/1028377497826706477-4659586979626550556?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4659586979626550556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=4659586979626550556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4659586979626550556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4659586979626550556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/02/4-5-inches.html' title='4-5 Inches'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBbo4hcS-Qo/TzgXVrw0nvI/AAAAAAAAFlg/6wR7KLdwlpU/s72-c/DSC_0147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-315935804486335426</id><published>2012-02-09T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T15:52:15.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who is one month today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCZ1mTtvV60/TzQtb8WuVfI/AAAAAAAAFkE/i95sQvoBba0/s1600/DSC_0038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCZ1mTtvV60/TzQtb8WuVfI/AAAAAAAAFkE/i95sQvoBba0/s640/DSC_0038.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can hardly believe it, can you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TF9ZNGbJZyw/TzQtcv3S0eI/AAAAAAAAFkM/iWoTG72fWJs/s1600/DSC_0039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TF9ZNGbJZyw/TzQtcv3S0eI/AAAAAAAAFkM/iWoTG72fWJs/s640/DSC_0039.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every day Zak is becoming more and more alert.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWnojm3XWt4/TzQtdwh1EaI/AAAAAAAAFkU/SK5NjGvdn1I/s1600/DSC_0084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWnojm3XWt4/TzQtdwh1EaI/AAAAAAAAFkU/SK5NjGvdn1I/s640/DSC_0084.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just dying for when he starts to smile back at me. Anyday now, any day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is starting to fill out his &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{big}&lt;/span&gt; little body more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little roll on his thigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xu3k5iDH_nw/TzQtetpw1HI/AAAAAAAAFkc/K8YmMDTHrlk/s1600/DSC_0093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xu3k5iDH_nw/TzQtetpw1HI/AAAAAAAAFkc/K8YmMDTHrlk/s640/DSC_0093.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His forearm has one too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UqLxoLA9sVY/TzQtfTnUm9I/AAAAAAAAFkk/k2kNcKMNJ_o/s1600/DSC_0103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UqLxoLA9sVY/TzQtfTnUm9I/AAAAAAAAFkk/k2kNcKMNJ_o/s640/DSC_0103.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He still keeps his arms in the fetal position, most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially when he has his plug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xzd0-w-z9zU/TzQthmN0MAI/AAAAAAAAFks/w7ecc-EZJEY/s1600/DSC_0115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xzd0-w-z9zU/TzQthmN0MAI/AAAAAAAAFks/w7ecc-EZJEY/s640/DSC_0115.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, but he is still so tiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love his little feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggw2lAEA1oM/TzQtiYae6nI/AAAAAAAAFk0/TYPt0NyD8Io/s1600/DSC_0122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="472" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggw2lAEA1oM/TzQtiYae6nI/AAAAAAAAFk0/TYPt0NyD8Io/s640/DSC_0122.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy One Month lil' Zakster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZnrVf-2WuA/TzQtazis2CI/AAAAAAAAFj8/5vIiam3lhao/s1600/DSC_0033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZnrVf-2WuA/TzQtazis2CI/AAAAAAAAFj8/5vIiam3lhao/s640/DSC_0033.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and don't you just love this lil' quilt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9vUHFOJUtUE/TzQtYBG7o7I/AAAAAAAAFj0/rys4mdiYfr8/s1600/DSC_0029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="602" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9vUHFOJUtUE/TzQtYBG7o7I/AAAAAAAAFj0/rys4mdiYfr8/s640/DSC_0029.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it is gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dear, sweet friend Cathy made it for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is pretty much amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both of our families were stationed in Ft. Benning, Georgia at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't seen Cathy in, mmm... 20ish years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've gotten back in touch through facebook and blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so fun to see her sweet little family and be back in touch with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she found out I was having a little boy, she watched what I was pinning on Pinterest, and made me a quilt in the colors I LOVE and a quilt pattern I had pinned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She also threw in some adorable drawstring bags I had pinned as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a wonderful friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I'm so undeserving!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, everyone can ooo and aaah over this beautiful gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CpMvU75f1TQ/TzQtjrKelaI/AAAAAAAAFk8/DMeq-T-G09s/s1600/DSC_0124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="584" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CpMvU75f1TQ/TzQtjrKelaI/AAAAAAAAFk8/DMeq-T-G09s/s640/DSC_0124.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is quite the quilter. I'm totally jealous of her mad skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She even pieced together some of the back too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SiaY61zt8A/TzQtlgbLGcI/AAAAAAAAFlE/MscSzQ-wA9w/s1600/DSC_0125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="580" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SiaY61zt8A/TzQtlgbLGcI/AAAAAAAAFlE/MscSzQ-wA9w/s640/DSC_0125.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You're the BEST Cathy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait for our next visit to Utah so I can thank you in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1028377497826706477-315935804486335426?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/315935804486335426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=315935804486335426' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/315935804486335426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/315935804486335426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-month.html' title='One Month'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCZ1mTtvV60/TzQtb8WuVfI/AAAAAAAAFkE/i95sQvoBba0/s72-c/DSC_0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-7291239802822101104</id><published>2012-02-08T20:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:31:10.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Abby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So many of you already know about this... but I haven't told the blog... so here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last weekend in January we made a temple trip, blogged about HERE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the long drive home Abby wasn't her usual perky self. I was assuming it was because she was tired from traveling. The girls were up late, and I was exhausted, so on the drive home we decided it would be best for me to stay home&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (although, secretly in my head, my plan was to bounce out of bed early Sunday morning, get the girls and I dressed and ready for church...um, yeah. That didn't happen.)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It ended up being a good thing because Abby became very fevered all Sunday long. I was bracing myself with throw up buckets never more than an arms length away. But she never got sick to her stomach. Well, she did throw up once, with perfect timing I might add. I had answered my door and was trapped talking to a solicitor. Abby walked up, fussing and insisted I hold her. Just as I picked her up, she gagged and then... yup. All over me and the door. I'll never forget how big the eyes of that solicitor got. Makes me laugh to think about it. It was the perfect way out of talking to her. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway. Abby's fever persisted several days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally on Thursday morning (the 2nd) we took her in to urgent care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No, Ryan took her in as I went to drop Sarah off at preschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Poor, poor Abby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They had to put a&amp;nbsp;catheter&amp;nbsp;in to get a urine sample (so wish she was potty trained, *sigh*).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so glad it was Ryan and not me. I get weepy just thinking about how terrifying that must have been for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had to wait several days to hear back if the culture was positive for a UTI, but started her on antibiotics immediately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Test results came in and it was positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No. Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Although, there is a plus side to everything. Yes, Abby is a little more cranky than usual, and has had a lot of rough moments. But, for the most part she has been just tired. Will put herself down for naps and then go to bed with ease as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See exhibit A:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZmTgm-xZPA/TzMdFne-h4I/AAAAAAAAFjM/lLCQrkaC73Q/s1600/DSC_1218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="430" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZmTgm-xZPA/TzMdFne-h4I/AAAAAAAAFjM/lLCQrkaC73Q/s640/DSC_1218.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby will find a pillow and curl up and crash. It has made this transition from 2 to 3 quite nice when she is sleeping most of the day. Kind of feel guilty for enjoying her recovery time so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yq5y5cPliDA/TzMhyrAj59I/AAAAAAAAFjs/3dco2_LsOgk/s1600/DSC_1217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yq5y5cPliDA/TzMhyrAj59I/AAAAAAAAFjs/3dco2_LsOgk/s640/DSC_1217.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry you've been feeling so yucky... hopefully soon you'll be back to your bouncy, twirly, giggly self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a completely different note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found this really cool thing on Pinterest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You empty the contents of a glowstick into a jar with glitter dust and it looks like fairies in a jar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My eyes sparkled at the sight of it and I fell in love... it was so magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Must recreate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvdklrquSFE/TzMdIGLxfwI/AAAAAAAAFjk/Ig5m6NNjp9Y/s1600/fairy+jar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="533" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvdklrquSFE/TzMdIGLxfwI/AAAAAAAAFjk/Ig5m6NNjp9Y/s640/fairy+jar.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well that was the picture some one &lt;strike&gt;photoshopped&lt;/strike&gt; posted on line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*hmph*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We tried it ourselves today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the results we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWWLSoVd1Bc/TzMdCmvkWfI/AAAAAAAAFi0/aOdNNpy3ywI/s1600/DSC_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWWLSoVd1Bc/TzMdCmvkWfI/AAAAAAAAFi0/aOdNNpy3ywI/s640/DSC_0003.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A glowing slime jar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rrZle3yIQBQ/TzMdDno0QaI/AAAAAAAAFi8/7VV2ryaXgWY/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rrZle3yIQBQ/TzMdDno0QaI/AAAAAAAAFi8/7VV2ryaXgWY/s640/DSC_0005.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't look magical at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sad face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ReiEzSgQaC8/TzMdHmBH_5I/AAAAAAAAFjc/DoE9iFcW744/s1600/DSC_1228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ReiEzSgQaC8/TzMdHmBH_5I/AAAAAAAAFjc/DoE9iFcW744/s640/DSC_1228.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a bit concerned that Sarah and I are going to turn into Ninja Turtles or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah would love that...&amp;nbsp;She's really into Ninjas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3mpu7Smy1g/TzMdGqDsWlI/AAAAAAAAFjU/YVu4PBy5mc4/s1600/DSC_1222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3mpu7Smy1g/TzMdGqDsWlI/AAAAAAAAFjU/YVu4PBy5mc4/s640/DSC_1222.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well. We got pretty excited about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah is still too little to know how much of a let down this really was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dirty Rotten Pinterest Liars.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Hmfph*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-7291239802822101104?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7291239802822101104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=7291239802822101104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7291239802822101104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7291239802822101104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/02/poor-abby.html' title='Poor Abby'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZmTgm-xZPA/TzMdFne-h4I/AAAAAAAAFjM/lLCQrkaC73Q/s72-c/DSC_1218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-4626603449435103637</id><published>2012-02-06T04:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T04:32:22.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today was the Zakster's first day at church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't he look like such a stud?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ea3IqHNbBhk/Ty9Xfh42pCI/AAAAAAAAFic/2UGHpadfahE/s1600/DSC_1179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ea3IqHNbBhk/Ty9Xfh42pCI/AAAAAAAAFic/2UGHpadfahE/s640/DSC_1179.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCYTUlvz_1o/Ty9Xes3TEBI/AAAAAAAAFiU/IzhSFWRv-GQ/s1600/DSC_1168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCYTUlvz_1o/Ty9Xes3TEBI/AAAAAAAAFiU/IzhSFWRv-GQ/s640/DSC_1168.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-La9oqrQ9eF0/Ty9XhJMaWYI/AAAAAAAAFis/bEqZpfxmqzg/s1600/DSC_1203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-La9oqrQ9eF0/Ty9XhJMaWYI/AAAAAAAAFis/bEqZpfxmqzg/s640/DSC_1203.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKVQu1yzYf0/Ty9XgcujxHI/AAAAAAAAFik/8CWE2WeGTYs/s1600/DSC_1198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKVQu1yzYf0/Ty9XgcujxHI/AAAAAAAAFik/8CWE2WeGTYs/s640/DSC_1198.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm going to enjoy dressing this lil' fella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-4626603449435103637?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4626603449435103637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=4626603449435103637' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4626603449435103637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4626603449435103637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/02/sunday-best.html' title='Sunday Best'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ea3IqHNbBhk/Ty9Xfh42pCI/AAAAAAAAFic/2UGHpadfahE/s72-c/DSC_1179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-5897190901613249779</id><published>2012-02-05T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:21:54.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1q5jEhVkDE/Ty9Uz2sD3HI/AAAAAAAAFiM/7JLDfskIGHk/s1600/DSC_1133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1q5jEhVkDE/Ty9Uz2sD3HI/AAAAAAAAFiM/7JLDfskIGHk/s640/DSC_1133.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I turned around to find Sarah had shared her favorite toy &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{of the day}&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a sweet big sister she is turning out to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-5897190901613249779?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5897190901613249779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=5897190901613249779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5897190901613249779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5897190901613249779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/02/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1q5jEhVkDE/Ty9Uz2sD3HI/AAAAAAAAFiM/7JLDfskIGHk/s72-c/DSC_1133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-6612410977962169764</id><published>2012-02-05T23:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:13:19.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Had some time to kill while Ryan was at the temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So what better time to take advantage of good lighting and a happy, alert baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gitb9L6riJA/Ty9ROgzG7VI/AAAAAAAAFfs/udBLSusLfjo/s1600/DSC_0783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gitb9L6riJA/Ty9ROgzG7VI/AAAAAAAAFfs/udBLSusLfjo/s640/DSC_0783.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-598vOeTo010/Ty9RPQAxKvI/AAAAAAAAFf0/sWbI_UtCkbA/s1600/DSC_0870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-598vOeTo010/Ty9RPQAxKvI/AAAAAAAAFf0/sWbI_UtCkbA/s640/DSC_0870.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm... will they be blue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9F-5lkAEUA/Ty9RRGibHfI/AAAAAAAAFgE/hAUWnjh00-s/s1600/DSC_0877.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9F-5lkAEUA/Ty9RRGibHfI/AAAAAAAAFgE/hAUWnjh00-s/s640/DSC_0877.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby has taken more of an interest in Zak lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it is because she sees how Sarah is constantly smothering him and wants to be like big sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regardless... I threw her in for some shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqY2WgAMpHM/Ty9RSCoAbZI/AAAAAAAAFgM/PDM8JCzxWXQ/s1600/DSC_0885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqY2WgAMpHM/Ty9RSCoAbZI/AAAAAAAAFgM/PDM8JCzxWXQ/s640/DSC_0885.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These next two make me laugh because she kept sticking her fingers in his eyes and nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UqmM42ekZys/Ty9RTHHV-QI/AAAAAAAAFgU/9rFk3Bogikg/s1600/DSC_0898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UqmM42ekZys/Ty9RTHHV-QI/AAAAAAAAFgU/9rFk3Bogikg/s640/DSC_0898.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7T0JeI-4-w/Ty9RULtnNSI/AAAAAAAAFgc/OcUz_7_7oAI/s1600/DSC_0899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7T0JeI-4-w/Ty9RULtnNSI/AAAAAAAAFgc/OcUz_7_7oAI/s640/DSC_0899.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gsRDcOT7xQo/Ty9RVAyUz9I/AAAAAAAAFgk/1f9OhOO45Wo/s1600/DSC_0906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gsRDcOT7xQo/Ty9RVAyUz9I/AAAAAAAAFgk/1f9OhOO45Wo/s640/DSC_0906.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEBM2266lbY/Ty9RWN9wopI/AAAAAAAAFgs/D4OiaRowoTg/s1600/DSC_0910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEBM2266lbY/Ty9RWN9wopI/AAAAAAAAFgs/D4OiaRowoTg/s640/DSC_0910.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZcpvd9SUO4/Ty9RXcMD8hI/AAAAAAAAFg0/f0qjNK3rnto/s1600/DSC_0911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZcpvd9SUO4/Ty9RXcMD8hI/AAAAAAAAFg0/f0qjNK3rnto/s640/DSC_0911.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... cross-eyed babies. So cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tK-cK6VRdxM/Ty9RYvTH93I/AAAAAAAAFhA/jo2JGStRScc/s1600/DSC_0925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tK-cK6VRdxM/Ty9RYvTH93I/AAAAAAAAFhA/jo2JGStRScc/s640/DSC_0925.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking at these pictures now, I can see how she was starting to not feel so well in her little eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor lil' Abby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cAnCMgTcDS4/Ty9RZls7QiI/AAAAAAAAFhI/M1yOYuIygY4/s1600/DSC_0927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cAnCMgTcDS4/Ty9RZls7QiI/AAAAAAAAFhI/M1yOYuIygY4/s640/DSC_0927.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being so strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyhT22hsLPg/Ty9RaizbhOI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/cxx6DtaGrdI/s1600/DSC_0933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyhT22hsLPg/Ty9RaizbhOI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/cxx6DtaGrdI/s640/DSC_0933.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtP9TUuug28/Ty9RbQi3jfI/AAAAAAAAFhY/wBfEii_KcDU/s1600/DSC_0967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtP9TUuug28/Ty9RbQi3jfI/AAAAAAAAFhY/wBfEii_KcDU/s640/DSC_0967.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This isn't my favorite picture, but I love how you can see he chubby cheeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eFHnBgXKli4/Ty9RcAlAINI/AAAAAAAAFhg/QvkSd2Tu0gE/s1600/DSC_0969.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eFHnBgXKli4/Ty9RcAlAINI/AAAAAAAAFhg/QvkSd2Tu0gE/s640/DSC_0969.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B4W6E45_ftU/Ty9RdRr2SHI/AAAAAAAAFho/ZMA5totkR5U/s1600/DSC_0973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B4W6E45_ftU/Ty9RdRr2SHI/AAAAAAAAFho/ZMA5totkR5U/s640/DSC_0973.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vcVoroosLdY/Ty9ReOQD1nI/AAAAAAAAFhw/Pih8ZJsqj3U/s1600/DSC_0987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vcVoroosLdY/Ty9ReOQD1nI/AAAAAAAAFhw/Pih8ZJsqj3U/s640/DSC_0987.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta remember this hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7N-k4Q2Trc/Ty9Re9xn7XI/AAAAAAAAFh4/tdmjihdtrBU/s1600/DSC_1008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7N-k4Q2Trc/Ty9Re9xn7XI/AAAAAAAAFh4/tdmjihdtrBU/s640/DSC_1008.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a sweet, sweet lil' guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JODuxKGR05E/Ty9Rf7cvNdI/AAAAAAAAFiA/MpLGy2XyP8s/s1600/DSC_1009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Off to DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, apparently being a little stir crazy results in a last minute trip to DC at our house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know, some people think I'm crazy for going less than three weeks post baby, but really, our girls do awesome in the car, plus they get to go swimming and have some activities to look forward to. So going on a road trip is much easier than dealing with whiny kiddos at home all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... here is our trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pittsburgh can be terrible in the winters. Cold, icy and gloomy. Very, VERY gloomy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So when Ryan saw that the weather was amazing last weekend we jumped on the chance to make a overnight temple trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've given up on the idea of driving down and back in one day, it is too long and hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So to encourage ourselves to make it to the temple we budget in four hotel stays a year so we have little trips to look forward to. It has worked. The girls LOVE it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got off late (mommy and Zak had a rough night and couldn't get out of bed), so I didn't think I was going to make it to a session Friday evening. So we just checked into the hotel to let the girls swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here they are all excited and ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AestfJirbE0/Ty8twfspT8I/AAAAAAAAFa8/4aYvrsGQm3s/s1600/DSC_0776.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="444" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AestfJirbE0/Ty8twfspT8I/AAAAAAAAFa8/4aYvrsGQm3s/s640/DSC_0776.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told Abby to stand by Sarah and Daddy for a picture, and she was so excited about swimming that she laid one on Ryan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5EKa0iFysTw/Ty8txV6bzKI/AAAAAAAAFbE/B7SL33rOx_o/s1600/DSC_0779.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5EKa0iFysTw/Ty8txV6bzKI/AAAAAAAAFbE/B7SL33rOx_o/s640/DSC_0779.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All set and ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pbl2_I4x4Q/Ty8tySPRlmI/AAAAAAAAFbM/kbJZsPQXN2I/s1600/DSC_0781.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pbl2_I4x4Q/Ty8tySPRlmI/AAAAAAAAFbM/kbJZsPQXN2I/s640/DSC_0781.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Except for one tiny problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some other kid had a little accident in the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, the hotel had it closed for the rest of the night to get it cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;The girls were bummed, but it ended up being great because I was able to hurry and change and make it to the last session at the temple that night. It was so nice to get away and have a little time to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Ryan got up and went to a session in the morning and then afterwards we all went swimming. Or rather, the girls wen swimming with Daddy and I stayed at the side of the pool with the Zakster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eM9QqquRwJA/Ty8uHQomxAI/AAAAAAAAFd0/jL7rZ3CwG64/s1600/DSC_1034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eM9QqquRwJA/Ty8uHQomxAI/AAAAAAAAFd0/jL7rZ3CwG64/s640/DSC_1034.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little fishies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NeSTYsKG-Zc/Ty8uIkjXH1I/AAAAAAAAFd8/-D1TsyyEyPw/s1600/DSC_1038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NeSTYsKG-Zc/Ty8uIkjXH1I/AAAAAAAAFd8/-D1TsyyEyPw/s640/DSC_1038.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E1u9J1dtFIs/Ty8uJkw2v4I/AAAAAAAAFeE/kr0Wi8bmFEc/s1600/DSC_1063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E1u9J1dtFIs/Ty8uJkw2v4I/AAAAAAAAFeE/kr0Wi8bmFEc/s640/DSC_1063.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz4MCkZLzlw/Ty8uKlAe2EI/AAAAAAAAFeI/J9yei5cU8_8/s1600/DSC_1079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz4MCkZLzlw/Ty8uKlAe2EI/AAAAAAAAFeI/J9yei5cU8_8/s640/DSC_1079.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ouj1bwF9v6U/Ty8uLkroUEI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/Ns5YzIuto2w/s1600/DSC_1080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ouj1bwF9v6U/Ty8uLkroUEI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/Ns5YzIuto2w/s640/DSC_1080.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls had so much fun with Ryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are water babies, just like their parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since the sun was out and it was so nice, we had a really hard time just leaving for home, so we crazily decided to hit up the Natural History museum before we left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby has missed out on the carousel the previous trips, so we had to let her have a turn to ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_3_z8Wba38/Ty8uNN9Hf4I/AAAAAAAAFeY/UICLUNSW6dE/s1600/DSC_1087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_3_z8Wba38/Ty8uNN9Hf4I/AAAAAAAAFeY/UICLUNSW6dE/s640/DSC_1087.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture of Ryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if it is blurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_Z-gpMYWvo/Ty8uODeES3I/AAAAAAAAFeg/_2yOU62Yz_8/s1600/DSC_1093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_Z-gpMYWvo/Ty8uODeES3I/AAAAAAAAFeg/_2yOU62Yz_8/s640/DSC_1093.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby had a ball. She loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4YTAByDBtqE/Ty8uPVjVZoI/AAAAAAAAFes/gPIcnfo4iMU/s1600/DSC_1095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4YTAByDBtqE/Ty8uPVjVZoI/AAAAAAAAFes/gPIcnfo4iMU/s640/DSC_1095.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay for the &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{over-priced}&lt;/span&gt; carousel ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IMJ4K_qgllg/Ty8uQrhuzfI/AAAAAAAAFe0/VAnHQAM7YAI/s1600/DSC_1113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="442" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IMJ4K_qgllg/Ty8uQrhuzfI/AAAAAAAAFe0/VAnHQAM7YAI/s640/DSC_1113.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We begged the girls for some pictures in front of the national monument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is what we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGdO2j6URVY/Ty8uRgR5daI/AAAAAAAAFe8/3chaLLaA4Kw/s1600/DSC_1115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGdO2j6URVY/Ty8uRgR5daI/AAAAAAAAFe8/3chaLLaA4Kw/s640/DSC_1115.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did a lot better once we asked for some silly pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jSjA9-YlePE/Ty8uSWOxJJI/AAAAAAAAFfE/tWU8eEi8LKo/s1600/DSC_1120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jSjA9-YlePE/Ty8uSWOxJJI/AAAAAAAAFfE/tWU8eEi8LKo/s640/DSC_1120.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby must think that she is making the silliest face ever. &lt;br /&gt;Just stood there giggling with her eyes tightly shut.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is funny how Sarah looks like the monument is coming out of her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I had video of this last one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby was twirling circles and Sarah kept bringing her finger to her nose to make herself go crosse-eyed. It was really cute watching them perform for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pABYhSm8ITs/Ty8uT-M43nI/AAAAAAAAFfM/XGlhTTYi5Fg/s1600/DSC_1124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pABYhSm8ITs/Ty8uT-M43nI/AAAAAAAAFfM/XGlhTTYi5Fg/s640/DSC_1124.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a nice little get away. I was exhausted on Sunday, but it was so worth it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and I scored an awesome deal while we were down there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to run into Target to get some Desitin for Zak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right next to the baby cremes they had an entire aisle of&amp;nbsp;baby items on clearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Including a Sit 'n Stand stroller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On sale for $70 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to get one forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a gift card so I ended up getting the stroller for $35!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What. A. Steal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't seen one that cheap on Craigslist, and this was brand new!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wahoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd say that was our instant blessing for going to the temple.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll take it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Ry for arranging our little temple trip.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sure needed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-5343255124456571981?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5343255124456571981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=5343255124456571981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5343255124456571981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5343255124456571981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/02/good-weather-off-to-dc.html' title='Good Weather --&gt; Off to DC'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AestfJirbE0/Ty8twfspT8I/AAAAAAAAFa8/4aYvrsGQm3s/s72-c/DSC_0776.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-2356254398684324186</id><published>2012-01-30T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:23:52.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've been having a little bit of sunshine lately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well... maybe it is still overcast a little, but it sure has looked a heck of a lot brighter outside, and I'll take that any day over the typical dark and gloomy weather that is typical of Pittsburgh this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... how could I resist capturing even &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;pictures of the Zakster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll resist commentary... you can just look at them with out narration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6h723JJkog/TydGgP6lkFI/AAAAAAAAFZg/xMTc8MhXpW8/s1600/DSC_0773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6h723JJkog/TydGgP6lkFI/AAAAAAAAFZg/xMTc8MhXpW8/s640/DSC_0773.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssP0Zmi9L3E/TydGh_NnbRI/AAAAAAAAFZw/uvgyINpYHLU/s1600/DSC_0757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssP0Zmi9L3E/TydGh_NnbRI/AAAAAAAAFZw/uvgyINpYHLU/s640/DSC_0757.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-N3011Zfqs/TydGm3iJBcI/AAAAAAAAFac/55VL1RgY5ao/s1600/DSC_0704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-N3011Zfqs/TydGm3iJBcI/AAAAAAAAFac/55VL1RgY5ao/s640/DSC_0704.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kbNAquKcmuw/TydGhH7rTSI/AAAAAAAAFZo/eP_0Q6arXwk/s1600/DSC_0767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kbNAquKcmuw/TydGhH7rTSI/AAAAAAAAFZo/eP_0Q6arXwk/s640/DSC_0767.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ll5s10w-2E/TydGkHHKUnI/AAAAAAAAFaI/2P5LCm4OMx0/s640/DSC_0741.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-XXeia9bIU/TydGk8oKhTI/AAAAAAAAFaM/aT2GfbDgpPw/s1600/DSC_0736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-XXeia9bIU/TydGk8oKhTI/AAAAAAAAFaM/aT2GfbDgpPw/s640/DSC_0736.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNH1M3gc3NA/TydGlvrrTkI/AAAAAAAAFaU/Nl2bjdWsUig/s1600/DSC_0729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNH1M3gc3NA/TydGlvrrTkI/AAAAAAAAFaU/Nl2bjdWsUig/s640/DSC_0729.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1028377497826706477-2356254398684324186?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2356254398684324186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=2356254398684324186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/2356254398684324186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/2356254398684324186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunlight.html' title='Sunlight'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6h723JJkog/TydGgP6lkFI/AAAAAAAAFZg/xMTc8MhXpW8/s72-c/DSC_0773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-5401672436222372358</id><published>2012-01-30T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:47:45.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since Abby is trying to figure out winking, Sarah decided she needed a new trick as well.&lt;br /&gt;So... she is learning how to cross her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_2ghlKeroY/TyblaEFE0OI/AAAAAAAAFZY/LcfRfZmbBgc/s1600/DSC_0638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_2ghlKeroY/TyblaEFE0OI/AAAAAAAAFZY/LcfRfZmbBgc/s640/DSC_0638.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is almost there... we'll keep you posted on this important progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-5401672436222372358?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5401672436222372358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=5401672436222372358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5401672436222372358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5401672436222372358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-trick.html' title='New Trick'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_2ghlKeroY/TyblaEFE0OI/AAAAAAAAFZY/LcfRfZmbBgc/s72-c/DSC_0638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-2194397947859948774</id><published>2012-01-30T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:45:43.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's little Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zak is totally rockin' the fo-hawk look.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've tried combing it down after washing it, and it sticks right back up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jUo6JRmbP38/TybkaoDbsXI/AAAAAAAAFZA/Sz1BWV9efc8/s1600/DSC_0639.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jUo6JRmbP38/TybkaoDbsXI/AAAAAAAAFZA/Sz1BWV9efc8/s640/DSC_0639.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure that Daddy doesn't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is doing his classic lip pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCgn7zzQYbY/TybkbropSVI/AAAAAAAAFZI/Gx50im8Cn64/s1600/DSC_0643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCgn7zzQYbY/TybkbropSVI/AAAAAAAAFZI/Gx50im8Cn64/s640/DSC_0643.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even Daddy can't help sneak in a snuggle or ten between school and work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD0FRoz49fM/TybkcVXpB3I/AAAAAAAAFZQ/8LJ1G8ykTSI/s1600/DSC_0645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD0FRoz49fM/TybkcVXpB3I/AAAAAAAAFZQ/8LJ1G8ykTSI/s640/DSC_0645.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rock on lil' Zak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1028377497826706477-2194397947859948774?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2194397947859948774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=2194397947859948774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/2194397947859948774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/2194397947859948774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/daddys-little-rocks.html' title='Daddy&apos;s little Rocks'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jUo6JRmbP38/TybkaoDbsXI/AAAAAAAAFZA/Sz1BWV9efc8/s72-c/DSC_0639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-1553153736200168249</id><published>2012-01-30T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:32:39.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snug as a Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, yes... I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My posts filled with an overabundance of the Zakster may be too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But, I'm pretty sure the grandma's don't mind... so for the rest of you, sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is another post of {probably} too many pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just love watching this lil' fella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dOTFkfcgg_U/TybfoO4K7oI/AAAAAAAAFWU/Tv3K9igJg8Q/s1600/DSC_0566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dOTFkfcgg_U/TybfoO4K7oI/AAAAAAAAFWU/Tv3K9igJg8Q/s640/DSC_0566.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is amazing how time just flies when you sit and watch them sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lDnR3hJ5Lak/TybfpOFH_8I/AAAAAAAAFWc/2w_NUORR7C4/s1600/DSC_0574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lDnR3hJ5Lak/TybfpOFH_8I/AAAAAAAAFWc/2w_NUORR7C4/s640/DSC_0574.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love looking at every tiny, little feature he has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cbDcmCeOsTg/TybfqCKMtxI/AAAAAAAAFWk/tbPiJPNhKJs/s1600/DSC_0575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cbDcmCeOsTg/TybfqCKMtxI/AAAAAAAAFWk/tbPiJPNhKJs/s640/DSC_0575.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially that little nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUL3-HDU1tM/TybfrJcPDOI/AAAAAAAAFWs/j7qfGDDC1XA/s1600/DSC_0578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUL3-HDU1tM/TybfrJcPDOI/AAAAAAAAFWs/j7qfGDDC1XA/s640/DSC_0578.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure is inviting for the sisters to snuggle with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JtqmpzQ0Brc/Tybfr9-WOwI/AAAAAAAAFW0/3mmTdmxoAm8/s1600/DSC_0597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JtqmpzQ0Brc/Tybfr9-WOwI/AAAAAAAAFW0/3mmTdmxoAm8/s640/DSC_0597.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even Abby wanted in on this snuggle session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbW8FJTPXW4/Tybfv9mmhdI/AAAAAAAAFXU/UQEJ0fqBIKE/s1600/DSC_0616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbW8FJTPXW4/Tybfv9mmhdI/AAAAAAAAFXU/UQEJ0fqBIKE/s640/DSC_0616.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awe... teeny little yawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CeoFX8pQcvA/Tybfwu_UOeI/AAAAAAAAFXc/Bs9MiE0IPr0/s1600/DSC_0618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CeoFX8pQcvA/Tybfwu_UOeI/AAAAAAAAFXc/Bs9MiE0IPr0/s640/DSC_0618.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture made me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YF1Xf37HOnA/Tybfxg7WLNI/AAAAAAAAFXk/P8hSypQpalY/s1600/DSC_0619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YF1Xf37HOnA/Tybfxg7WLNI/AAAAAAAAFXk/P8hSypQpalY/s640/DSC_0619.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so funny to me how different newborns look in every picture you take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems as though their little faces completely morph with every click of the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway. I love it. Can't wait to start capturing little smiles, that is just the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, off to snuggle my new little bug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-1553153736200168249?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1553153736200168249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=1553153736200168249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/1553153736200168249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/1553153736200168249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/snug-as-bug.html' title='Snug as a Bug'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dOTFkfcgg_U/TybfoO4K7oI/AAAAAAAAFWU/Tv3K9igJg8Q/s72-c/DSC_0566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-7715645452746339141</id><published>2012-01-30T13:02:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:40:24.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my... we thought Sarah was a princess at this age, but she grew into superheros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not so sure our lil' Abby will do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fR2ScMmrE3Q/TybigrYa72I/AAAAAAAAFYY/6gFM0Lmfn58/s1600/DSC_0605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fR2ScMmrE3Q/TybigrYa72I/AAAAAAAAFYY/6gFM0Lmfn58/s640/DSC_0605.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She ADORES anything princessy or girly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She insists on wearing a skirt or dress everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once she is all girly-ed up she'll turn to me and with a big smile on her face beam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Look Mom! I'm a princess!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, Abby, yes you are a princess. And don't you forget it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqqT8Gwi-kw/TybihZ1Lm_I/AAAAAAAAFYg/tHa58qKnD0s/s1600/DSC_0611.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqqT8Gwi-kw/TybihZ1Lm_I/AAAAAAAAFYg/tHa58qKnD0s/s640/DSC_0611.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(love this cheesy grin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If she spots her Sunday dresses (which of course are more frilly and girly) she'll throw a fit until we find something just as good or better (usually it ends up being dress up clothes tossed on top of her skirt and leggings). It is so different than Sarah. We've had to add quite a bit to her wardrobe just so she isn't wearing the same skirt day in and day out. (Thanks G'mas for helping with that!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wv26Z1mQHjo/TybiiKNNH9I/AAAAAAAAFYo/MOoJ9b6r8SE/s1600/DSC_0612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wv26Z1mQHjo/TybiiKNNH9I/AAAAAAAAFYo/MOoJ9b6r8SE/s640/DSC_0612.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it though. Makes life easy when you can just mention princess this or that to get Abby to cooperate, and she'll do just about anything, even put herself to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a fun stage... and I kind of hope she doesn't grow out of it like Sarah did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and Mom... check out how cute these leggings are with this outfit you got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bAsXmJwm0O0/Tybii9s-n5I/AAAAAAAAFYw/2YPf0SFor3k/s1600/DSC_0632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bAsXmJwm0O0/Tybii9s-n5I/AAAAAAAAFYw/2YPf0SFor3k/s640/DSC_0632.jpg" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes... she is standing on the table... we live on the dangerous side at our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Princess Abby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-7715645452746339141?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7715645452746339141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=7715645452746339141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7715645452746339141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7715645452746339141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-princess.html' title='I&apos;m a Princess'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fR2ScMmrE3Q/TybigrYa72I/AAAAAAAAFYY/6gFM0Lmfn58/s72-c/DSC_0605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-4895844036450983454</id><published>2012-01-29T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T12:32:15.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Owl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have a little night owl on our hands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every night, some time between 10pm and Midnight, the little Zakster will wake up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JD6LLaK9Jk/TyWBdEKcabI/AAAAAAAAFVM/I0SCsFDSWdU/s1600/DSC_0508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JD6LLaK9Jk/TyWBdEKcabI/AAAAAAAAFVM/I0SCsFDSWdU/s640/DSC_0508.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A hungry little monster... and then after he is fed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ub-k2KTfNy4/TyWBdvRy45I/AAAAAAAAFVU/DNGxhmKw_WU/s1600/DSC_0511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ub-k2KTfNy4/TyWBdvRy45I/AAAAAAAAFVU/DNGxhmKw_WU/s640/DSC_0511.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;becomes quite content to sit and hang out for an hour or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fG3UwnEyiX0/TyWBeSJSHFI/AAAAAAAAFVc/-npisqIpzwM/s1600/DSC_0512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fG3UwnEyiX0/TyWBeSJSHFI/AAAAAAAAFVc/-npisqIpzwM/s640/DSC_0512.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is his best happy and awake time during the day... er, um... night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SV7EWAmyXgk/TyWBfMe4Y-I/AAAAAAAAFVk/xaXa4wy9OJE/s1600/DSC_0513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SV7EWAmyXgk/TyWBfMe4Y-I/AAAAAAAAFVk/xaXa4wy9OJE/s640/DSC_0513.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes it impossible to put him down and go to bed myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8h37sEWQaM/TyWBf5f-F2I/AAAAAAAAFVs/xjTkKouYiHI/s1600/DSC_0517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8h37sEWQaM/TyWBf5f-F2I/AAAAAAAAFVs/xjTkKouYiHI/s640/DSC_0517.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can you with those chubby cheeks and bright eyes begging to be loved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhcdKYSFBkY/TyWBhD1s6_I/AAAAAAAAFV0/N6Rsw_4f98o/s1600/DSC_0521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhcdKYSFBkY/TyWBhD1s6_I/AAAAAAAAFV0/N6Rsw_4f98o/s640/DSC_0521.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arouses several silly faces... and ridiculous behaviors from mom and dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnDaXUSg2Es/TyWBid37SeI/AAAAAAAAFV8/HSKAgS41kRc/s1600/DSC_0522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnDaXUSg2Es/TyWBid37SeI/AAAAAAAAFV8/HSKAgS41kRc/s640/DSC_0522.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love my little night owl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VdRUdx8XBY/TyWBjLnVBxI/AAAAAAAAFWE/pr65lkZyrlA/s1600/DSC_0524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VdRUdx8XBY/TyWBjLnVBxI/AAAAAAAAFWE/pr65lkZyrlA/s640/DSC_0524.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish I could blame is on his father... but we all know where this trait comes from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-4895844036450983454?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4895844036450983454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=4895844036450983454' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4895844036450983454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4895844036450983454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-owl.html' title='Night Owl'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JD6LLaK9Jk/TyWBdEKcabI/AAAAAAAAFVM/I0SCsFDSWdU/s72-c/DSC_0508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-8728959917132744612</id><published>2012-01-29T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T11:49:29.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive-Thru Sledding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before my mom left we got a little snow storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The perfect amount for sledding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CaTiVkDUcGk/TyV3lfM9W0I/AAAAAAAAFUs/hLwz-A3n0u4/s1600/DSC_0534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CaTiVkDUcGk/TyV3lfM9W0I/AAAAAAAAFUs/hLwz-A3n0u4/s640/DSC_0534.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan bundled up the girls and let them come outside and sled down the driveway while he shoveled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15n8eWmK-9Y/TyV3l_vSh8I/AAAAAAAAFU0/tJdbJxhOPxU/s1600/DSC_0539.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="410" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15n8eWmK-9Y/TyV3l_vSh8I/AAAAAAAAFU0/tJdbJxhOPxU/s640/DSC_0539.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although, I need to find some gloves/mittens that are better suited for snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WY1x_ICbsDA/TyV3m1EoWDI/AAAAAAAAFU8/4CQWO2Gcmeo/s1600/DSC_0542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WY1x_ICbsDA/TyV3m1EoWDI/AAAAAAAAFU8/4CQWO2Gcmeo/s640/DSC_0542.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The snow clung to their little knit gloves and got their hands really cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EkEanCoBwo0/TyV3nq8Di6I/AAAAAAAAFVE/wkpouqdGt40/s1600/DSC_0543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EkEanCoBwo0/TyV3nq8Di6I/AAAAAAAAFVE/wkpouqdGt40/s640/DSC_0543.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lil' Abby finally abandoned them and minutes later had bright red hands... of course she kicked and screamed when Ryan brought her into the house. We doubled up on her gloves and it helped for a couple more runs down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ry for taking the time to build some fun snow memories with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;They LOVED it and can't wait for our next big snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-8728959917132744612?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8728959917132744612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=8728959917132744612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/8728959917132744612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/8728959917132744612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/drive-thru-sledding.html' title='Drive-Thru Sledding'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CaTiVkDUcGk/TyV3lfM9W0I/AAAAAAAAFUs/hLwz-A3n0u4/s72-c/DSC_0534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-6817878081183919243</id><published>2012-01-26T01:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T01:53:04.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have THE best sisters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The are so kind and loving (and crafty too).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So it really shouldn't have surprised me that they'd come up with baby boy projects to surprise me with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hqFBZaMmUJQ/TyD12R6P7rI/AAAAAAAAFUU/tUnICJqLvso/s1600/DSC_0501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="412" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hqFBZaMmUJQ/TyD12R6P7rI/AAAAAAAAFUU/tUnICJqLvso/s640/DSC_0501.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet sister in law Deb made this adorable quilt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Don't know how she found the time with a new baby 'n all)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was evil and sent it to me weeks before Christmas with a big "Do NOT open 'til Christmas" stamped on the outside of the box (you'll be so proud Deb that I waited and didn't sneak a peek).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I oo-ed and ah-ed over it when I finally got to open it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect colors and I LOVE the animal print that she found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goes perfect with my little model, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfj4LGWY5BE/TyD13sTyXsI/AAAAAAAAFUc/S16eKQ1Rau4/s1600/DSC_0504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfj4LGWY5BE/TyD13sTyXsI/AAAAAAAAFUc/S16eKQ1Rau4/s640/DSC_0504.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then my talented sister pulled out her knitting needles and made me these cute booties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2KstY-Pi9Xs/TyD11SR9L8I/AAAAAAAAFUM/B4WCvTAZJc8/s1600/DSC_0496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2KstY-Pi9Xs/TyD11SR9L8I/AAAAAAAAFUM/B4WCvTAZJc8/s640/DSC_0496.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are so cute and tiny, just perfect for keeping Zak's little toesies warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also don't know how Brooke found the time... four kids and still able to knit me a baby gift... one day I can hope to be half as amazing as you big sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anywho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am super impressed with anyone who can knit, and Brooke has got some mad skills. She even knit the little ties (I would have used ribbon or something lazy like that).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you so much my dear sisters. &lt;br /&gt;I love you guys and Zak is so lucky to be spoiled by his amazing and talented Aunts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS - my other sister in law sent us some adorable outfits too... I would have dressed Zak in them... but they are still a little big (for a week or so at least). Thanks Em for the cute gift too! We love you too. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-6817878081183919243?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6817878081183919243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=6817878081183919243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/6817878081183919243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/6817878081183919243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/sisterly-love.html' title='Sisterly Love'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hqFBZaMmUJQ/TyD12R6P7rI/AAAAAAAAFUU/tUnICJqLvso/s72-c/DSC_0501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-8817115182075002360</id><published>2012-01-25T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T22:32:05.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting with Grandmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While both Roberta and my Mom were in town, my sewing machine was constantly out. They were so sweet to help out with some of my to-do's on my baby project lists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is what we got done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Roberta helped me by whipping up several baby blankets for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She made these three two sided flannel blankets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kgJiVTreiRA/TyDGM_k37sI/AAAAAAAAFSc/U50va4ybpXU/s1600/DSC_0464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="324" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kgJiVTreiRA/TyDGM_k37sI/AAAAAAAAFSc/U50va4ybpXU/s640/DSC_0464.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This silky and flannel blanket (this flannel fabric I LOVE!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XPqnBZkiJI/TyDGOHNM6xI/AAAAAAAAFSs/6bPrNA0RR_w/s1600/DSC_0474.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XPqnBZkiJI/TyDGOHNM6xI/AAAAAAAAFSs/6bPrNA0RR_w/s640/DSC_0474.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She also helped me pick out the fabric and then sew up this lil' flannel quilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I cut it all out and layed out the squares and she sewed it up and made the binding and hand sewed it on for me (staying up until who knows how late the night before she flew out).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VstMZjxccn8/TyDGStnWytI/AAAAAAAAFTU/0Y6-bk7aQG0/s1600/DSC_0486.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VstMZjxccn8/TyDGStnWytI/AAAAAAAAFTU/0Y6-bk7aQG0/s640/DSC_0486.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mom also helped me out by making some blankets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She sewed the binding on these snuggly-fleece blankets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ULM95vbemVs/TyDGNVrOolI/AAAAAAAAFSk/yLJjbDWEWEw/s1600/DSC_0472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ULM95vbemVs/TyDGNVrOolI/AAAAAAAAFSk/yLJjbDWEWEw/s640/DSC_0472.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She sewed flannel on some cloth diapers for burp clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8IRjcEjNJ_M/TyDGQ1SWpgI/AAAAAAAAFTE/hkH1qJt7yQw/s1600/DSC_0481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8IRjcEjNJ_M/TyDGQ1SWpgI/AAAAAAAAFTE/hkH1qJt7yQw/s640/DSC_0481.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't they look so cute with my new quilt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJvvoK_xGgg/TyDGUh7O7pI/AAAAAAAAFTk/F7dTPlVm7tg/s1600/DSC_0492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJvvoK_xGgg/TyDGUh7O7pI/AAAAAAAAFTk/F7dTPlVm7tg/s640/DSC_0492.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She also made me a new boppy cover, which I LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vB16TzqhQDU/TyDGPJsc7-I/AAAAAAAAFS0/T742xC2rj-o/s1600/DSC_0475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vB16TzqhQDU/TyDGPJsc7-I/AAAAAAAAFS0/T742xC2rj-o/s640/DSC_0475.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought this fabric for a different project that I never ended up following through on, and I'm so glad, I love it! It is so fun to look at while nursing lil' Zak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5XsLooY4rW8/TyDGP7a2kHI/AAAAAAAAFS8/CYw7nYFWF9c/s1600/DSC_0479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5XsLooY4rW8/TyDGP7a2kHI/AAAAAAAAFS8/CYw7nYFWF9c/s640/DSC_0479.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't it just make you smile?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom also helped me figure out how to make a little changing pad for a dresser we have in our living room. It was lots of fun to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8IZXHYY6NCk/TyDGVRqVVWI/AAAAAAAAFTs/_ypY_rVC6P4/s1600/DSC_0627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8IZXHYY6NCk/TyDGVRqVVWI/AAAAAAAAFTs/_ypY_rVC6P4/s640/DSC_0627.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes changing this lil' guy a little more pleasant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s8kFbZKozb4/TyDGLxHJGqI/AAAAAAAAFSU/dVGM5C5MB18/s1600/DSC_0457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s8kFbZKozb4/TyDGLxHJGqI/AAAAAAAAFSU/dVGM5C5MB18/s640/DSC_0457.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sure was grateful for all of the help getting TONS of my to-do projects crossed off the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, thank you Roberta and Mom for all of your help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise next time you visit I won't handcuff you to my sewing machine again...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unless you want me to. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-8817115182075002360?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8817115182075002360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=8817115182075002360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/8817115182075002360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/8817115182075002360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/nesting-with-grandmas.html' title='Nesting with Grandmas'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kgJiVTreiRA/TyDGM_k37sI/AAAAAAAAFSc/U50va4ybpXU/s72-c/DSC_0464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-2816029567170633462</id><published>2012-01-25T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:50:28.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom's Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I almost don't want to blog about my mom's visit, &lt;br /&gt;because it confirms the reality that she has gone home. &lt;br /&gt;*sad face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so wonderful to have my mom here. I just wanted to sit by her all day and not do anything but enjoy her company... which is pretty much all we did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't really pinpoint what was best about her being here, but having her get up with the girls and putting them down each day was definitely at the top of the list.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really slacked in the picture taking department. The first day after her arrival I was crazy and we went out and hit up clearance sales at target and such... totally wore myself out. So most of the time I was "resting" while G'ma and Daddy entertained the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a typical morning while she was here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6hgbXPK11E/TyCUHaYtpxI/AAAAAAAAFPo/YE26EFk_5IY/s1600/DSC_0376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6hgbXPK11E/TyCUHaYtpxI/AAAAAAAAFPo/YE26EFk_5IY/s640/DSC_0376.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Girls crazy with energy, Abby snacking on a pancake g'ma made, a paintbrush keeping Sarah's hair back in a bun, everyone in jammies, and lil' Zak being doted upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Main doter... Sarah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dO4GeNI-fjw/TyCUITsRRzI/AAAAAAAAFPw/g4M25t0Wfvw/s1600/DSC_0379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dO4GeNI-fjw/TyCUITsRRzI/AAAAAAAAFPw/g4M25t0Wfvw/s640/DSC_0379.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zak's classic pose. He'll sit and hold it for minutes at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjVGdk2anlE/TyCUJfb1zyI/AAAAAAAAFP4/3_3S8PXJAzQ/s1600/DSC_0383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjVGdk2anlE/TyCUJfb1zyI/AAAAAAAAFP4/3_3S8PXJAzQ/s640/DSC_0383.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to get another picture of Zak holding his head up... here are my failed attempts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0b5dFruokak/TyCUKc2A20I/AAAAAAAAFQA/_EesDPtjkjc/s1600/DSC_0393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0b5dFruokak/TyCUKc2A20I/AAAAAAAAFQA/_EesDPtjkjc/s640/DSC_0393.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't he look thrilled?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RVIa2dWtFe4/TyCULD7oyxI/AAAAAAAAFQI/tXrUDQ-t96A/s1600/DSC_0406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RVIa2dWtFe4/TyCULD7oyxI/AAAAAAAAFQI/tXrUDQ-t96A/s640/DSC_0406.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, his tummy wouldn't have any more of this nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4F5HvdsV8gQ/TyCUL9cT9UI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/7rh9k3cXT5U/s1600/DSC_0422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4F5HvdsV8gQ/TyCUL9cT9UI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/7rh9k3cXT5U/s640/DSC_0422.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls were very sweet to try and entertain themselves while Mommy and Grandma were distracted with craft projects (more on those later).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrUl5JO7-Ac/TyCUM31yRcI/AAAAAAAAFQY/oWRga2vw5Ig/s1600/DSC_0427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrUl5JO7-Ac/TyCUM31yRcI/AAAAAAAAFQY/oWRga2vw5Ig/s640/DSC_0427.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was lots of snuggling and movie watching. The movie hit was Hercules that G'ma Newey bought for them. They love it... and I can't get the songs out of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnuKrslh6hQ/TyCUOJwnyrI/AAAAAAAAFQg/KyhAUpD8Qg4/s1600/DSC_0432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnuKrslh6hQ/TyCUOJwnyrI/AAAAAAAAFQg/KyhAUpD8Qg4/s640/DSC_0432.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G'ma Lisa - notice the puppy she's holding... LOVES it! Thank you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favorite snuggle buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hlK-l2W5LK4/TyCUOwIoVHI/AAAAAAAAFQo/__kLo79Tl4I/s1600/DSC_0437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hlK-l2W5LK4/TyCUOwIoVHI/AAAAAAAAFQo/__kLo79Tl4I/s640/DSC_0437.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby would rather snuggle up with my iPod and do puzzles or watch a princess show on it. She loves wearing princess dresses and the crown that Sarah made for her in preschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PYihUackT9k/TyCUPkhGW3I/AAAAAAAAFQw/m5sA1u3kyQE/s1600/DSC_0439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PYihUackT9k/TyCUPkhGW3I/AAAAAAAAFQw/m5sA1u3kyQE/s640/DSC_0439.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought this was a cute picture that I snapped of Ry and Abby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wENeXOp2-pU/TyCUQfEmHDI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/xQhMU5O-4l0/s1600/DSC_0444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wENeXOp2-pU/TyCUQfEmHDI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/xQhMU5O-4l0/s640/DSC_0444.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G'ma Newey and her 9th grand-babe (3rd grandson).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBluMjQ_AWA/TyCURQaznoI/AAAAAAAAFRA/RCRxsUR6oqs/s1600/DSC_0455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBluMjQ_AWA/TyCURQaznoI/AAAAAAAAFRA/RCRxsUR6oqs/s640/DSC_0455.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby finally getting in on the snuggle time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sOXy7KyGX-0/TyCURwjqrDI/AAAAAAAAFRM/ImuzMNgDDSU/s1600/DSC_0505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="412" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sOXy7KyGX-0/TyCURwjqrDI/AAAAAAAAFRM/ImuzMNgDDSU/s640/DSC_0505.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has the best intentions... but usually she smashes his face in and pushes his head back... in a not so gentle way. We're working on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYY8_T7WuFQ/TyCUSw59yhI/AAAAAAAAFRU/aNvgma5guWk/s1600/DSC_0506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYY8_T7WuFQ/TyCUSw59yhI/AAAAAAAAFRU/aNvgma5guWk/s640/DSC_0506.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every night while G'ma Newey was here she would snuggle up with the girls and read them stories, after which she'd tell Sarah an "Imagination Story"&lt;br /&gt;The first night my mom started telling Sarah an imagination story Sarah asked my mom where she was reading the story from. My mom explained it was from her head and kept on telling the story. At the end Sarah sweetly asked her what the pages looked like in her mind. Thought that was so cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could get the girls to do pretty much anything to earn their story time with G'ma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lightning fast baths... check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jammies on... check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hair prepped for church in the morning... check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brushing teeth... check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made our bedtime routines a dream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-stMl7B5TTlU/TyCUTioAAsI/AAAAAAAAFRc/ZqSQChIy1Es/s1600/DSC_0549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-stMl7B5TTlU/TyCUTioAAsI/AAAAAAAAFRc/ZqSQChIy1Es/s640/DSC_0549.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom thought their little looks were so cute. Abby done up in curlers with a princess night gown on, Sarah with hair straight and long with and oversized Pittsburgh Pirates t-shirt as jammies. Shows both of their personalities perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready and waiting for story time with G'ma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra-NG-dy6Tw/TyCUUtr4h-I/AAAAAAAAFRk/3HzSIx9vZQo/s1600/DSC_0552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra-NG-dy6Tw/TyCUUtr4h-I/AAAAAAAAFRk/3HzSIx9vZQo/s640/DSC_0552.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby filling in for G'ma for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iR3h7hg0DEE/TyCUVlOYa4I/AAAAAAAAFRs/TExtTvApqO0/s1600/DSC_0553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iR3h7hg0DEE/TyCUVlOYa4I/AAAAAAAAFRs/TExtTvApqO0/s640/DSC_0553.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love Grandma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmoH9zJIJtI/TyCUWJzVSPI/AAAAAAAAFR0/QKSZAQmrTv0/s1600/DSC_0561.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmoH9zJIJtI/TyCUWJzVSPI/AAAAAAAAFR0/QKSZAQmrTv0/s640/DSC_0561.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved both of these pictures and couldn't pick which one to post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ms2K2D0_ekM/TyCUXHwhbFI/AAAAAAAAFR8/fcjoQxL0ZQg/s1600/DSC_0563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ms2K2D0_ekM/TyCUXHwhbFI/AAAAAAAAFR8/fcjoQxL0ZQg/s640/DSC_0563.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having grandma around makes everyone happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CswQQL6RNag/TyCUX45VGGI/AAAAAAAAFSE/BBl3CqS7bhg/s1600/DSC_0622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CswQQL6RNag/TyCUX45VGGI/AAAAAAAAFSE/BBl3CqS7bhg/s640/DSC_0622.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sure loved having you here mom! I was so sad to see you go (but don't worry, I'm doing good). Thank you for all that you did while you were here (slaving away over my sewing machine!). It was so wonderful to have you around, thank you for coming!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Mom!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-2816029567170633462?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2816029567170633462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=2816029567170633462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/2816029567170633462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/2816029567170633462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-moms-visit.html' title='My Mom&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6hgbXPK11E/TyCUHaYtpxI/AAAAAAAAFPo/YE26EFk_5IY/s72-c/DSC_0376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-704684148416319235</id><published>2012-01-23T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:52:26.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My first Sunday home was so nice. Ryan and the girls headed off to Church with my mom to help out and I got to get up late (we have 9am church), shower and snuggle lil' Zak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh... and do a little photo shoot too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(sorry... lots of pictures, but the Grandmas adore this kinda stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42CkROkp32k/Tx3_wJs9MjI/AAAAAAAAFNk/P2NOOEGSyVk/s1600/DSC_0153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42CkROkp32k/Tx3_wJs9MjI/AAAAAAAAFNk/P2NOOEGSyVk/s640/DSC_0153.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwamMe2x9no/Tx3_xCiyMOI/AAAAAAAAFN0/AuWnBUuo82Y/s1600/DSC_0185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwamMe2x9no/Tx3_xCiyMOI/AAAAAAAAFN0/AuWnBUuo82Y/s640/DSC_0185.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5Om8xYp8pg/Tx3_xqJbQII/AAAAAAAAFN8/JULfXVBmxHg/s1600/DSC_0193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5Om8xYp8pg/Tx3_xqJbQII/AAAAAAAAFN8/JULfXVBmxHg/s640/DSC_0193.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4__R2TUgzqs/Tx3_ydil9JI/AAAAAAAAFOE/eb55a2MOXz8/s1600/DSC_0204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4__R2TUgzqs/Tx3_ydil9JI/AAAAAAAAFOE/eb55a2MOXz8/s640/DSC_0204.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKqaK1WSWqo/Tx3_vkUdpFI/AAAAAAAAFNc/fM1_WCkZKMM/s1600/DSC_0147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKqaK1WSWqo/Tx3_vkUdpFI/AAAAAAAAFNc/fM1_WCkZKMM/s640/DSC_0147.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR7C-CA56go/Tx3_zlp7-VI/AAAAAAAAFOU/l1uzk_UKe_w/s1600/DSC_0220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR7C-CA56go/Tx3_zlp7-VI/AAAAAAAAFOU/l1uzk_UKe_w/s640/DSC_0220.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLi7aNf4Tk0/Tx3_3rggWbI/AAAAAAAAFPE/g2zA1hTdhto/s1600/DSC_0354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLi7aNf4Tk0/Tx3_3rggWbI/AAAAAAAAFPE/g2zA1hTdhto/s640/DSC_0354.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1028377497826706477-704684148416319235?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/704684148416319235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=704684148416319235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/704684148416319235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/704684148416319235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunday-afternoon.html' title='Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42CkROkp32k/Tx3_wJs9MjI/AAAAAAAAFNk/P2NOOEGSyVk/s72-c/DSC_0153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-798984896831727835</id><published>2012-01-23T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T18:24:57.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Zak Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Zak before his first car ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPdHjvmqKYc/Tx3kbgCQTDI/AAAAAAAAFMM/7KQK3j4DoUs/s1600/DSC_0134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPdHjvmqKYc/Tx3kbgCQTDI/AAAAAAAAFMM/7KQK3j4DoUs/s640/DSC_0134.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I would have been thinking clearly when we got home. The girls and G'ma Berta had the house decorated so cute. There were signs and streamers up, it was very cute. But I came home, plopped on the couch and crashed. Soooo tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the girls snuggling with their new baby brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twKPyzskjGE/Tx3kc1XH9LI/AAAAAAAAFMU/nj_y7wdQsjM/s1600/DSC_0376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twKPyzskjGE/Tx3kc1XH9LI/AAAAAAAAFMU/nj_y7wdQsjM/s640/DSC_0376.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They LOVE to kiss him!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCpRp21AVgU/Tx3keLR7R4I/AAAAAAAAFMc/otcegOMyFD0/s1600/DSC_0378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCpRp21AVgU/Tx3keLR7R4I/AAAAAAAAFMc/otcegOMyFD0/s640/DSC_0378.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah does such a good job holding him (and always asks to do so).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqmVKk4Noxg/Tx3kfYdBfzI/AAAAAAAAFMk/jr_dHxgLJmY/s1600/DSC_0391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqmVKk4Noxg/Tx3kfYdBfzI/AAAAAAAAFMk/jr_dHxgLJmY/s640/DSC_0391.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My giggle bugs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HHMxK8LaQ0o/Tx3kgpNXkUI/AAAAAAAAFMs/1QCXPP0Gj08/s1600/DSC_0392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HHMxK8LaQ0o/Tx3kgpNXkUI/AAAAAAAAFMs/1QCXPP0Gj08/s640/DSC_0392.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom trying to get smiles out of them... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KfS_ecXKUs/Tx3kh93xqzI/AAAAAAAAFM0/1ZtBWe2ScSs/s1600/DSC_0393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KfS_ecXKUs/Tx3kh93xqzI/AAAAAAAAFM0/1ZtBWe2ScSs/s640/DSC_0393.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tickling baby brother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RQl6eTVOqGE/Tx3ki-MZNCI/AAAAAAAAFM8/7p-w__4ERT0/s1600/DSC_0394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RQl6eTVOqGE/Tx3ki-MZNCI/AAAAAAAAFM8/7p-w__4ERT0/s640/DSC_0394.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kissing baby brother (again).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM-quZfYe4o/Tx3kjzg46VI/AAAAAAAAFNE/pwYxRo7q81Q/s1600/DSC_0395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM-quZfYe4o/Tx3kjzg46VI/AAAAAAAAFNE/pwYxRo7q81Q/s640/DSC_0395.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the serious-adoring look on Sarah's face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Py8IR8bs9Nw/Tx3klErshsI/AAAAAAAAFNM/JS1OEf6mYfc/s1600/DSC_0396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Py8IR8bs9Nw/Tx3klErshsI/AAAAAAAAFNM/JS1OEf6mYfc/s640/DSC_0396.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They sure do love their baby brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to snap a few pictures of Zak after, the lighting was terrible and none of them turned out, but Zak kept lifting up his head, not even three days old... what a strong lil' guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the only one that really turned out (and this is after brightening it as much as I could).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvT7CG66E1s/Tx3r98Q2twI/AAAAAAAAFNU/ESy7szgA8A0/s1600/DSC_0410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvT7CG66E1s/Tx3r98Q2twI/AAAAAAAAFNU/ESy7szgA8A0/s640/DSC_0410.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you baby Zak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-798984896831727835?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/798984896831727835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=798984896831727835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/798984896831727835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/798984896831727835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/bringing-zak-home.html' title='Bringing Zak Home'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPdHjvmqKYc/Tx3kbgCQTDI/AAAAAAAAFMM/7KQK3j4DoUs/s72-c/DSC_0134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-4722725131180728634</id><published>2012-01-23T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:47:22.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister visit, take two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The second day I was in the hospital Ryan had to work ALL day at the lab... kind of a bummer, but he still came and stayed the night with me afterward (he didn't get done until 3am though!!!). Since he new it would be a long day at the lab he left the van with Roberta so she could come visit me at the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is snuggling lil' Zak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't he look more like a one month old than a newborn... crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PU4QfHxJFDE/Tx3guOEIkiI/AAAAAAAAFLc/nk_JEe55zbA/s1600/DSC_0354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PU4QfHxJFDE/Tx3guOEIkiI/AAAAAAAAFLc/nk_JEe55zbA/s640/DSC_0354.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice Abby in the background? Totally out. I think they came to visit around 5pm, which driving Abby in the car from 3-5pm is almost&amp;nbsp;guaranteed&amp;nbsp;she'll konk if she hasn't napped. Which, doesn't make for the most pleasant of Abby's when she wakes up some times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah still excited as ever about her new baby brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0WHBbcYTKM0/Tx3gvfeZxQI/AAAAAAAAFLk/OjyWc_BZO08/s1600/DSC_0356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0WHBbcYTKM0/Tx3gvfeZxQI/AAAAAAAAFLk/OjyWc_BZO08/s640/DSC_0356.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She love, Love, LOVES him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dT_ccVmiZR4/Tx3gwdvSe7I/AAAAAAAAFLo/zvlu34oCd_0/s1600/DSC_0358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dT_ccVmiZR4/Tx3gwdvSe7I/AAAAAAAAFLo/zvlu34oCd_0/s640/DSC_0358.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love that double chin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97Wrd4RuSTM/Tx3gxSJCJSI/AAAAAAAAFLw/npeolJFMWmk/s1600/DSC_0364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97Wrd4RuSTM/Tx3gxSJCJSI/AAAAAAAAFLw/npeolJFMWmk/s640/DSC_0364.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me trying to get Abby distracted from waking up a little on the cranky side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-UhcRy9TEc/Tx3gysvcqrI/AAAAAAAAFL4/EY-w6UTdHX8/s1600/DSC_0369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-UhcRy9TEc/Tx3gysvcqrI/AAAAAAAAFL4/EY-w6UTdHX8/s640/DSC_0369.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is baby brother Abby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqGIQitrwxs/Tx3gzd1s1qI/AAAAAAAAFMA/rToXn9GNoIo/s1600/DSC_0372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqGIQitrwxs/Tx3gzd1s1qI/AAAAAAAAFMA/rToXn9GNoIo/s640/DSC_0372.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I just got my IV out in this picture, hooray!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While the girls were there for their second visit they got to go and watch Zak get his hearing screening and get weighed and poked for his glucose test (they did it in the nursery, so they watched through the window). They thought it was fun getting to walk through the halls with little Zak. They also thought it was fun to raid the nutrition room for its apple juice. Yum, yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Roberta for wrestling the girls in and out of the hospital. It was such a treat to have them come and say hello to me, especially since Ryan was gone the whole day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Totally random experience on this day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;The Doctor came in to ask if we wanted to have Zak&amp;nbsp;circumcised. He asked me if I knew all of which it entailed, assuming that he would explain the care and procedure I asked him to fill me in.&lt;br /&gt;This older doctor then proceeded to draw a picture of a penis and foreskin on the permission form and explain how they would perform the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;Er, um... thanks Doc. I knew that part, and now I'll have the memory of you explaining it, with pictures forever in my memory. Wish I would have gotten a picture of the doctor... kind of made the whole thing more hilarious if you saw him. Anyway. Thought that was pretty funny... and oddly, wanted to share/remember it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-4722725131180728634?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4722725131180728634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=4722725131180728634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4722725131180728634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4722725131180728634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/sister-visit-take-two.html' title='Sister visit, take two.'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PU4QfHxJFDE/Tx3guOEIkiI/AAAAAAAAFLc/nk_JEe55zbA/s72-c/DSC_0354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-8223444281514217592</id><published>2012-01-23T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:18:47.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmast 2011 Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Just found this post I never finished... better just post it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Ryan and the girls decorate the tree while I took it easy on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Sarah sing the "Misfit" song from the&lt;i&gt; Ruldolph the Red Nose Reindeer&lt;/i&gt; show. She would be playing with any of her toys and start talking about being a Dentist and then start singing the song. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Abby dance, twirl and curtsey in her new princess Aurora dress. What a girly, girly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Sarah and Abby run around the house as they listened to "Run, Run Rudolph" one of their favorite upbeat Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah preformed in a little trio along with our ward choir. She got up and sang with out Ryan or I by her side. She sang the child's part to &lt;i&gt;Carol of the Questioning Child&lt;/i&gt;. Such a sweet moment, I was so proud I had to stop watching to keep myself from breaking out in uncontrollable sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching how excited Sarah got to find our Elf on the Shelf, Eubie each morning. Loved hearing her giggle as she thought his new hiding spot was so funny (which was pretty much guaranteed anytime he was hanging upside down).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-8223444281514217592?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8223444281514217592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=8223444281514217592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/8223444281514217592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/8223444281514217592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmast-2011-memories.html' title='Christmast 2011 Memories'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-4172992745187862543</id><published>2012-01-23T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:00:52.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PIcture Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Less than a day old and freshly bathed... who could resist taking a billion photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wiHNp286j9c/Tx3V3F09p6I/AAAAAAAAFJ8/UznI0X-ERXg/s1600/DSC_0310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wiHNp286j9c/Tx3V3F09p6I/AAAAAAAAFJ8/UznI0X-ERXg/s640/DSC_0310.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpwD39aJyjY/Tx3V31g-XSI/AAAAAAAAFKE/ud2kSa667iU/s1600/DSC_0313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpwD39aJyjY/Tx3V31g-XSI/AAAAAAAAFKE/ud2kSa667iU/s640/DSC_0313.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eupqbSkKdUs/Tx3V4yMPk4I/AAAAAAAAFKM/UXhl-inFxaA/s1600/DSC_0320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eupqbSkKdUs/Tx3V4yMPk4I/AAAAAAAAFKM/UXhl-inFxaA/s640/DSC_0320.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First little smirk caught on film.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_1ICmLNAzU/Tx3V5_nlfwI/AAAAAAAAFKU/XpZpH1zZp-c/s1600/DSC_0321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_1ICmLNAzU/Tx3V5_nlfwI/AAAAAAAAFKU/XpZpH1zZp-c/s640/DSC_0321.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long little toes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KyCAW-CRRU/Tx3V63I-hEI/AAAAAAAAFKc/CgHxqyM6l6E/s1600/DSC_0323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KyCAW-CRRU/Tx3V63I-hEI/AAAAAAAAFKc/CgHxqyM6l6E/s640/DSC_0323.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totally relaxed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9zj06yZ9ZU/Tx3V8IRAZyI/AAAAAAAAFKk/TD2A0cpSOcc/s1600/DSC_0325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9zj06yZ9ZU/Tx3V8IRAZyI/AAAAAAAAFKk/TD2A0cpSOcc/s640/DSC_0325.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking for something?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNQM1SNhcV8/Tx3V9OG_XXI/AAAAAAAAFKs/-kTytXvoY_4/s1600/DSC_0328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNQM1SNhcV8/Tx3V9OG_XXI/AAAAAAAAFKs/-kTytXvoY_4/s640/DSC_0328.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this picture, love the morning light in his hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-36gi6n7nKis/Tx3V-Dhc8cI/AAAAAAAAFK0/E2CqGn2viiE/s1600/DSC_0335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-36gi6n7nKis/Tx3V-Dhc8cI/AAAAAAAAFK0/E2CqGn2viiE/s640/DSC_0335.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He always furrows his eyebrows... like a little grumpy old man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkoT14m6pOI/Tx3V-_eFd0I/AAAAAAAAFK8/s5OPGo4rwsU/s1600/DSC_0341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkoT14m6pOI/Tx3V-_eFd0I/AAAAAAAAFK8/s5OPGo4rwsU/s640/DSC_0341.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So tiny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcPPebGdISs/Tx3V_voF3ZI/AAAAAAAAFLE/Z_l5L4PUmCg/s1600/DSC_0346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcPPebGdISs/Tx3V_voF3ZI/AAAAAAAAFLE/Z_l5L4PUmCg/s640/DSC_0346.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ten tiny toes... security bracelets are in this year. Haven't you heard?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYJWc9cFiwY/Tx3WBuWVE6I/AAAAAAAAFLU/vzeWdrnR0HM/s1600/DSC_0350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYJWc9cFiwY/Tx3WBuWVE6I/AAAAAAAAFLU/vzeWdrnR0HM/s640/DSC_0350.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup, he's mine... has my name on him and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Va9PwNttA/Tx3V19dGr-I/AAAAAAAAFJ0/MICT6dyDbZ0/s1600/DSC_0308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Va9PwNttA/Tx3V19dGr-I/AAAAAAAAFJ0/MICT6dyDbZ0/s640/DSC_0308.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last, but not least his first picture for his modeling portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;"Blue Steel"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-4172992745187862543?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4172992745187862543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=4172992745187862543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4172992745187862543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4172992745187862543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/picture-perfect.html' title='PIcture Perfect'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wiHNp286j9c/Tx3V3F09p6I/AAAAAAAAFJ8/UznI0X-ERXg/s72-c/DSC_0310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-8758417544658007807</id><published>2012-01-23T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:34:55.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random unfinished post from December</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Another post I never finished...*sigh* obviously I was distracted a bit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to teach Abby how to wink, she hasn't figured it out yet, but she has figured out what it means to wink. So lately, anytime I wink at her, she'll ask me to "help" her wink (which is just me pushing one of her eyelids closed for her). It is pretty cute. One day she'll be able to do it on her own and I'll miss her sweet request for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got our Bassinet set up in our bedroom, and Sarah was admiring it as I was folding the baby's clothes. I asked her if she could picture baby brother laying in his lil' bed. She said she could so I asked her what she thought he'd look like...&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;So Sarah, what do you think baby brother will look like?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (pause)&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mmmm... the Bishop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Surprised) &lt;i&gt;What?!! Why do you think he will look like the Bishop?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: &lt;i&gt;Because he is going to be bald, silly Mommy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me laugh so hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if the baby does come out looking like the Bishop we may be in a bit of trouble. ;) By the way, Sarah calls me Silly Mommy all of the time. Anytime I say something wrong or try to tease her, Sarah's eyes light up and giggles while calling me Silly Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently moved the bedrooms around a bit to get ready for baby. We have a three bedroom house, but one of the bedrooms is small... like 7'x9' with no closet... it pretty much is an oversized closet. But we decided we liked the idea of having the girls sleep in that room with no toys or distractions at bedtime. We have loved it, and the girls think it is pretty special to have a new room. Especially since it has been the room that all of our guests have stayed in previously. Sarah is constantly telling people about her new room. Her clothes are still in her old bedroom (now the toy room/guest room/eventual nursery) so sometimes I tell Sarah to go get dressed in her room, in which she giggles with delight thinking I'm teasing her and calling me out, "You mean the &lt;i&gt;toy room&lt;/i&gt;, Silly Mommy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-8758417544658007807?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8758417544658007807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=8758417544658007807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/8758417544658007807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/8758417544658007807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-unfinished-post-from-december.html' title='Random unfinished post from December'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-180393722783694211</id><published>2012-01-23T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:29:13.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the big sisters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So while I was laboring away... here is what the big sisters to be were doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoTLoOvwoKg/Tx3NJMGlnvI/AAAAAAAAFH8/VgasZmundtc/s1600/DSC_0243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoTLoOvwoKg/Tx3NJMGlnvI/AAAAAAAAFH8/VgasZmundtc/s640/DSC_0243.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes we had some 50º+ degree weather... it was sunny and beautiful, so they played outside in our lil' sandpit. What fun, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVT26D1fdbI/Tx3NKLz9JqI/AAAAAAAAFIE/JpwJPnCKU-o/s1600/DSC_0246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVT26D1fdbI/Tx3NKLz9JqI/AAAAAAAAFIE/JpwJPnCKU-o/s640/DSC_0246.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Can I get a refill G'ma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why can't we do this every day?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQiGQwYrbh4/Tx3NLKovCoI/AAAAAAAAFIM/ouplJF5A1vE/s1600/DSC_0247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQiGQwYrbh4/Tx3NLKovCoI/AAAAAAAAFIM/ouplJF5A1vE/s640/DSC_0247.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls opening their surprise hospital bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTwz3X1KJfw/Tx3NMYmpZLI/AAAAAAAAFIU/IhF1ugEzKzk/s1600/DSC_0258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTwz3X1KJfw/Tx3NMYmpZLI/AAAAAAAAFIU/IhF1ugEzKzk/s640/DSC_0258.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah was pretty excited about her new buzz lightyear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUHgF1JIuPM/Tx3NOTLcnuI/AAAAAAAAFIk/yQmvm59Kv58/s1600/DSC_0265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUHgF1JIuPM/Tx3NOTLcnuI/AAAAAAAAFIk/yQmvm59Kv58/s640/DSC_0265.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby was excited about her diaper kit for her baby dolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWa51U0T8RY/Tx3NPVVYPiI/AAAAAAAAFIs/T-g5zxQlnRE/s1600/DSC_0272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWa51U0T8RY/Tx3NPVVYPiI/AAAAAAAAFIs/T-g5zxQlnRE/s640/DSC_0272.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE this picture of Zak looking at his daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KgJgO7RyYYo/Tx3NQrXg8DI/AAAAAAAAFI0/zODo7sJVb_g/s1600/DSC_0277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KgJgO7RyYYo/Tx3NQrXg8DI/AAAAAAAAFI0/zODo7sJVb_g/s640/DSC_0277.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah loving on Zak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vYqtSdrj34E/Tx3NRkSGYvI/AAAAAAAAFI8/pUUM3mnmRLI/s1600/DSC_0280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vYqtSdrj34E/Tx3NRkSGYvI/AAAAAAAAFI8/pUUM3mnmRLI/s640/DSC_0280.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby kissing her new baby brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zarJddBoWyw/Tx3NTJ0UMII/AAAAAAAAFJE/LYfVkLgMMQM/s1600/DSC_0281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zarJddBoWyw/Tx3NTJ0UMII/AAAAAAAAFJE/LYfVkLgMMQM/s640/DSC_0281.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out these rosy cheeks. My kids (and myself) get really rosy cheeks when we are tired, it was a little on the late side by the time they were able come visit us... it was interesting dealing with two rather tired new big sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2x_DOBJyS-U/Tx3NT1D4UTI/AAAAAAAAFJM/4eeRlvaFtvI/s1600/DSC_0283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2x_DOBJyS-U/Tx3NT1D4UTI/AAAAAAAAFJM/4eeRlvaFtvI/s640/DSC_0283.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meeting G'ma Berta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5oX8aw4ar4/Tx3NNIRN7DI/AAAAAAAAFIc/QcTRtWA44Lw/s1600/DSC_0259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5oX8aw4ar4/Tx3NNIRN7DI/AAAAAAAAFIc/QcTRtWA44Lw/s640/DSC_0259.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy and Zak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-ZR2wfoIu4/Tx3NU_tfPvI/AAAAAAAAFJU/vZp-QmoTBck/s1600/DSC_0290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-ZR2wfoIu4/Tx3NU_tfPvI/AAAAAAAAFJU/vZp-QmoTBck/s640/DSC_0290.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my "I'm tired, just had a baby and don't want to really take a picture face"&lt;br /&gt;(But yes, Roberta, I &lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt; glad that you took it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_nnbVULvj0/Tx3NV4vsaFI/AAAAAAAAFJc/G4nVG4vlUa8/s1600/DSC_0291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_nnbVULvj0/Tx3NV4vsaFI/AAAAAAAAFJc/G4nVG4vlUa8/s640/DSC_0291.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, so new and snuggly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z3FJfMIcoKY/Tx3NWkYTYII/AAAAAAAAFJk/Zb4xQkSR55Q/s1600/DSC_0292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z3FJfMIcoKY/Tx3NWkYTYII/AAAAAAAAFJk/Zb4xQkSR55Q/s640/DSC_0292.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture makes me think of my newborn picture... I need to figure out a way to get it on here so everyone can compare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15vydfl4Z9U/Tx3NXt64GMI/AAAAAAAAFJo/7iBf9VSgT6o/s1600/DSC_0295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15vydfl4Z9U/Tx3NXt64GMI/AAAAAAAAFJo/7iBf9VSgT6o/s640/DSC_0295.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch out Zak, you have two VERY excited big sisters that love to hold and &lt;strike&gt;smother&lt;/strike&gt; snuggle you any chance they can. So happy that you are in our lil' family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-180393722783694211?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/180393722783694211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=180393722783694211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/180393722783694211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/180393722783694211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/meeting-big-sisters.html' title='Meeting the big sisters.'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoTLoOvwoKg/Tx3NJMGlnvI/AAAAAAAAFH8/VgasZmundtc/s72-c/DSC_0243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-1206165890723939164</id><published>2012-01-23T14:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:12:54.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming Baby Zak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay... I realize this is an extremely long and wordy (big surprise) post... don't feel like you have to read it, or if you do, read it in parts... with chocolate or ice cream. You'll need some reward to make it through the whole thing. ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let me start out by talking about my feelings the previous week or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early on in this pregnancy I had convinced myself to not consider New Years to be my due date. I kept telling myself that my mental due date was January 10th. Even after I found out at 37 weeks that Zak was looking like he'd be a rather large baby (measuring over 9 lbs via ultrasound). All of my friends that were going out of town wished me luck on my&amp;nbsp;delivery&amp;nbsp;and said that I'd more than likely be a new mommy again by the time they got back at the beginning of January. I'd laugh and tell them it would be more like the 10th and they all thought I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was mental ready to go past my due date... until my body decided to do something new this pregnancy and dilate on its own. I went into my appointment a week before my due date and I was dilated to 3cm. I was SO excited! My body never did anything before I was induced with both girls (and Abby was 10 days late!!!). This little piece of info RUINED my mental preparation for going past my due date. I almost wish that I never new I was dilated.&lt;br /&gt;Every little cramp I'd pause and get excited that I was going into labor on my own. There was a couple of times that I really thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my due date came and went, and my next appointment I begged them to induce me on Friday the 6th of January, but my midwives preferred not to induce any earlier than 41 weeks. *sigh* So we scheduled my induction for January 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday before (the 8th) I was feeling pretty miserable and was crampy pretty much all day. I thought maybe I'd go into labor then, but no... my body just likes to be induced I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, onto the main event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Welcoming Baby Zak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a picture of my view before Zak was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Where are my toes? Haven't seen them in weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xoY4tgh974/Tx2yNpyLAbI/AAAAAAAAFHM/wwfX168_2xc/s1600/DSC_0234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xoY4tgh974/Tx2yNpyLAbI/AAAAAAAAFHM/wwfX168_2xc/s640/DSC_0234.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the record (not that anyone does) but I'm not a fan of pregnancy shots... but for lil' Zak, here is what your mommy looked like before you came. HUGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkO5RxLgHkE/Tx2yOq2cg4I/AAAAAAAAFHU/yYlJOrSTGw0/s1600/DSC_0238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkO5RxLgHkE/Tx2yOq2cg4I/AAAAAAAAFHU/yYlJOrSTGw0/s640/DSC_0238.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and Dad all ready to go in and have this BABY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlEPykFabXs/Tx2yPgcR4pI/AAAAAAAAFHc/CfIXqibIM60/s1600/DSC_0240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlEPykFabXs/Tx2yPgcR4pI/AAAAAAAAFHc/CfIXqibIM60/s640/DSC_0240.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will have to say, one huge perk to be induced is that you can get up, shower and get all purdy'd up before you have your baby. Kind of silly I guess... but I still do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hospital we went to (Magee Women's Hospital) did something kind of different. They gave me a time slot for my induction. So sometime between 8am-Noon I'd receive a phone call letting me know when I could come in for my induction (it was like waiting for a repair man or something). Luckily they called me around 8:20am so I finished getting ready and we headed out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got all checked into the hospital... and I thought it would be nice to enjoy some sunshine so we opened the curtains to find this. Our friendly construction worker (lovingly named Bob) right outside my delivery room window. Well... as to not scar him for life, we decided it'd be best to keep the blind shut&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtB0_5WsCBc/Tx2yK9p1iJI/AAAAAAAAFG0/B0MZ95_ohNI/s1600/DSC_0116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtB0_5WsCBc/Tx2yK9p1iJI/AAAAAAAAFG0/B0MZ95_ohNI/s640/DSC_0116.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(not before snapping a picture or two... that I'll regret posting later...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They got me hooked up to the pitocin at quarter to 11am and things kicked right into gear. I came into the hospital at 4cm (yay progress) and was excited about how fast this delivery might go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was filling out forms and getting asked a ga-gillion questions they slowly increased my pitocin until things were really moving. I'm not really a fan of epidurals because they make my blood pressure drop so low (and I inevitably get put on oxygen) so I wanted to hold out until things really got painful. When I told my midwife this she suggested I take some laps around the hospital and see if that helped. Boy did it ever. I think I was at about 5-6 cm and when I started walking around my contractions got so painful that I couldn't even walk through them. I decided that it was time for my epidural. I asked for a ball to sit on to see if that helped... I think it was worse trying to roll around on one of them during a contraction. I just wanted them to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they ordered my epidural and the anesthesiologist showed up in a jiffy. &lt;br /&gt;Here is where the getting up and getting ready before having my baby backfired. The epidural was SO painful this time, not that it wasn't before, but he had to keep adjusting the needle and it hurt SO bad. I cried... yup, I'm a wus. And then because of that lovely mascara I foolishly put on, I had raccoon eyes. Yup, pretty embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my blood pressure drops so much they slowly increased the dose of the epidural so as to ease my body into it. I immediately felt warm and tingly and was able to relax. It felt so nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;until I felt like I had to use the bathroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got the epidural at 2pm and shortly after felt like it was time to push.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My midwife checked things out and found that my water was on the verge of exploding, so she helped it out, and then it was go time. &lt;br /&gt;It was a little un-nerving because I got the shakes really bad. Every contraction after this I felt I was fighting to keep him inside while they got things all set up. Their was meconium in my water, so they called in a peds unit to make sure Zak didn't aspirate/swallow any of it.&lt;br /&gt;They also had the attending OB there with his small crew incase Zak got stuck. Because of his estimated large size, they were concerned his little shoulders would get stuck, and if that happened they would need extra help, and the attending there to make the call of an emergency C-section if necessary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it came time to push. I was feeling great (other than the shakes) until I began to push and learned the my epidural wasn't working down there. I guess it was partially working, but I still felt pretty much the whole thing. You women who have had your babies naturally... props to you! It hurt SO bad. I wanted to sob... but of course, because of my huge audience I was to embarrassed to, so I just, ya know, struggled to breath and&amp;nbsp;whined&amp;nbsp;a little about how much it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;13 minutes of pushing (really 3 good pushes) and little Zak was out, no problems getting the shoulders out at all.&lt;br /&gt;They cut his cord and rushed him over to the peds unit to check him out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zachary Ryan Stephenson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Born January 9th, 2012 at 3:43pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20 inches and 10 lbs. 0 oz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;37 cm head&amp;nbsp;circumference&amp;nbsp;(can't believe I pushed that big head out!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9.9 Apgar score.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After they checked him out I was finally able to hold my lil' Zak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is perfect. Absolutely perfect. I'm in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't get to snuggle him as long as I wanted. They whisked him away to test his glucose levels (because he was a big baby they are really concerned about them) and then next time I held him was after he was all poked and bundled up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and his new son!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWZ7dqLGfc4/Tx2yLliZkgI/AAAAAAAAFG8/irjza0gTqFY/s1600/DSC_0122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWZ7dqLGfc4/Tx2yLliZkgI/AAAAAAAAFG8/irjza0gTqFY/s640/DSC_0122.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our first picture together... I look exhausted... because I WAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a lot of work getting this lil' fella out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rLoRwtYDWWE/Tx2yMgBiF8I/AAAAAAAAFHE/ZSmm2osDsxU/s1600/DSC_0125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rLoRwtYDWWE/Tx2yMgBiF8I/AAAAAAAAFHE/ZSmm2osDsxU/s640/DSC_0125.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to the world my lil' Zak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so excited for all of the little adventures that are in store for you in our little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So blessed to have you as my son and am so excited to watch you grow day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-1206165890723939164?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1206165890723939164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=1206165890723939164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/1206165890723939164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/1206165890723939164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcoming-baby-zak.html' title='Welcoming Baby Zak'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xoY4tgh974/Tx2yNpyLAbI/AAAAAAAAFHM/wwfX168_2xc/s72-c/DSC_0234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-7773947089943055378</id><published>2012-01-23T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:07:24.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roberta's Visit (most of it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I didn't really edit any of these pictures, so the coloring doesn't match... if I worried about it, then I'd never get caught up from the past weeks... so pretend like they all look perfect and match in their coloring. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before Roberta flew in to town I had a doctor's appointment and learned that the earliest the midwives would induce me was January 9th... and Roberta was only going to be in town until the 10th... so, she sweetly changed her flight plans and stayed until the 13th so I would have help when I got home from the hospital. Help that I was VERY grateful for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So... most of Roberta's visit I was still pregnant and we just went about doing our day to day tasks... with a rather large and slow moving hostess waddling around the house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We picked up Sarah from preschool and went a little early so that we could watch Sarah from the observation room for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6L0lUcPSgBU/Tx2oLKS8lNI/AAAAAAAAFD0/r9M-OWnuJxs/s1600/DSC_0057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6L0lUcPSgBU/Tx2oLKS8lNI/AAAAAAAAFD0/r9M-OWnuJxs/s640/DSC_0057.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby entertained herself with puzzles on my iPod.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah listening to Mrs. Smith reading a story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXmMVboHgek/Tx2oMX4A_pI/AAAAAAAAFD8/qYr9LhdJw28/s1600/DSC_0060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXmMVboHgek/Tx2oMX4A_pI/AAAAAAAAFD8/qYr9LhdJw28/s640/DSC_0060.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a lot of lazy days. Friday we had a pajama day and all stayed in our jammies the whole day... well at least the girls and I did. I was kind of a killjoy because I really wanted to have this baby by Friday... but no.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the girls "cleaning" the windows with baby wipes... you can imagine how clean they got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WN47FT-0BN4/Tx2oNjxQVbI/AAAAAAAAFEE/LjYOxJNtIUw/s1600/DSC_0070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WN47FT-0BN4/Tx2oNjxQVbI/AAAAAAAAFEE/LjYOxJNtIUw/s640/DSC_0070.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roberta brought Michelle's wedding video, so we watched it, along with our own (see evidence on tv screen). Afterward Abby and Sarah pranced around while Ryan played songs on his guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfsfUaRH2Zc/Tx2oOxNp0bI/AAAAAAAAFEM/_7T5lZtO834/s1600/DSC_0072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfsfUaRH2Zc/Tx2oOxNp0bI/AAAAAAAAFEM/_7T5lZtO834/s640/DSC_0072.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah also got really serious and put on her superhero attire... spiderman glasses, gloves and a scarf. Doesn't she look like she could take on the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HrupKA1jw20/Tx2oP-TCRQI/AAAAAAAAFEU/5hU4_vR-7X4/s1600/DSC_0075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HrupKA1jw20/Tx2oP-TCRQI/AAAAAAAAFEU/5hU4_vR-7X4/s640/DSC_0075.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We of course had to take some silly pictures with the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MSZJfsx15o/Tx2oRH_xwkI/AAAAAAAAFEc/EbPpZmgJV2M/s1600/DSC_0080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MSZJfsx15o/Tx2oRH_xwkI/AAAAAAAAFEc/EbPpZmgJV2M/s640/DSC_0080.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is sillier than sticking out your tongue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDXdxf1zvcU/Tx2oSSIxZeI/AAAAAAAAFEk/zUZX-1IbI0s/s1600/DSC_0082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDXdxf1zvcU/Tx2oSSIxZeI/AAAAAAAAFEk/zUZX-1IbI0s/s640/DSC_0082.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a little warm spell in the weather and Roberta was wonderful to take the girls out for long walks so the waddle queen could take a nap and relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OVXouo72sE/Tx2oULOrNZI/AAAAAAAAFEs/S0TpXTEz1J0/s1600/DSC_0098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OVXouo72sE/Tx2oULOrNZI/AAAAAAAAFEs/S0TpXTEz1J0/s640/DSC_0098.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still able to find&amp;nbsp;dandelion&amp;nbsp;heads in January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGNjPqZbcjY/Tx2oVIpr4wI/AAAAAAAAFE0/kMJYX2iRRDI/s1600/DSC_0102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGNjPqZbcjY/Tx2oVIpr4wI/AAAAAAAAFE0/kMJYX2iRRDI/s640/DSC_0102.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also had fun playing with Roberta's camera... here are some fun shots I got.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE this little look of Abby's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_fAzcpkAoHU/Tx2oWTGQqeI/AAAAAAAAFE8/Lj5Zp2P-cYI/s1600/DSC_0126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_fAzcpkAoHU/Tx2oWTGQqeI/AAAAAAAAFE8/Lj5Zp2P-cYI/s640/DSC_0126.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laughing with G'ma Berta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMKqkeZb3dw/Tx2oXVMIfYI/AAAAAAAAFFE/RNh5d-qv_sQ/s1600/DSC_0144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMKqkeZb3dw/Tx2oXVMIfYI/AAAAAAAAFFE/RNh5d-qv_sQ/s640/DSC_0144.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X6qOeQfkUjY/Tx2oYraJENI/AAAAAAAAFFM/tGJeVlIkstM/s1600/DSC_0151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X6qOeQfkUjY/Tx2oYraJENI/AAAAAAAAFFM/tGJeVlIkstM/s640/DSC_0151.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roberta brought a little&amp;nbsp;bouquet&amp;nbsp;for Abby... she of course adored it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axmleY54Oh4/Tx2oZ7jixSI/AAAAAAAAFFU/hphfR48gdLs/s1600/DSC_0154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axmleY54Oh4/Tx2oZ7jixSI/AAAAAAAAFFU/hphfR48gdLs/s640/DSC_0154.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brown-eyed girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5pavt_2eZrg/Tx2obKbcWeI/AAAAAAAAFFc/W6s5jsPjIt0/s1600/DSC_0164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5pavt_2eZrg/Tx2obKbcWeI/AAAAAAAAFFc/W6s5jsPjIt0/s640/DSC_0164.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My two silly monkeys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkcZYmXsJxE/Tx2ocR1Fn1I/AAAAAAAAFFk/TQFUxEgnw-Y/s1600/DSC_0166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkcZYmXsJxE/Tx2ocR1Fn1I/AAAAAAAAFFk/TQFUxEgnw-Y/s640/DSC_0166.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ry and Abby. I love Ryan's I'm-only-humoring-you-Liz facial expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dujnsv34kws/Tx2odSYUzuI/AAAAAAAAFFs/jUUnyEus7so/s1600/DSC_0177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dujnsv34kws/Tx2odSYUzuI/AAAAAAAAFFs/jUUnyEus7so/s640/DSC_0177.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made sure to hit up Eat'n Park and get some smiley cookies (saved a few to celebrate baby brother's birthday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dqX17KP8E8/Tx2oeqdjPEI/AAAAAAAAFF0/fs-SO6HkP4U/s1600/DSC_0182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dqX17KP8E8/Tx2oeqdjPEI/AAAAAAAAFF0/fs-SO6HkP4U/s640/DSC_0182.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wktfOdbrSSE/Tx2of93bkiI/AAAAAAAAFF8/NCxztOG-6bo/s1600/DSC_0185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wktfOdbrSSE/Tx2of93bkiI/AAAAAAAAFF8/NCxztOG-6bo/s640/DSC_0185.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday was sort of depressing because EVERYONE in the ward stated the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;"Haven't you had that baby yet Liz?"&lt;br /&gt;"LIZ!!! I can't believe you're still pregnant!"&lt;br /&gt;"I bet you are so ready to have that baby?"&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone in the ward, but I just wanted to post a sign on my forehead saying something like,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yes, I'm still pregnant...surprise, surprise!"&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone was just showing their love by inquiring about me, but still, it was a hard day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, to help out, I was ordered to the couch to take a nap while Roberta made rolls with the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3sbGkhdu0Bg/Tx2ohJYVMRI/AAAAAAAAFGE/xMsSCOYzHrM/s1600/DSC_0188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3sbGkhdu0Bg/Tx2ohJYVMRI/AAAAAAAAFGE/xMsSCOYzHrM/s640/DSC_0188.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They LOVED it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jf9nbXwyFk0/Tx2oiBHY_HI/AAAAAAAAFGM/xTjw5KRzJVE/s1600/DSC_0194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jf9nbXwyFk0/Tx2oiBHY_HI/AAAAAAAAFGM/xTjw5KRzJVE/s640/DSC_0194.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta-da! What a masterpiece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bconfOtd8jI/Tx2oi7CTpxI/AAAAAAAAFGU/AlXlfB4j8RE/s1600/DSC_0201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bconfOtd8jI/Tx2oi7CTpxI/AAAAAAAAFGU/AlXlfB4j8RE/s640/DSC_0201.jpg" width="572" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sarah even convinced Roberta into playing Guess Who with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3QhH9zDfHbY/Tx2okDe__TI/AAAAAAAAFGc/aDcrsSUqfM0/s1600/DSC_0203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3QhH9zDfHbY/Tx2okDe__TI/AAAAAAAAFGc/aDcrsSUqfM0/s640/DSC_0203.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we convinced her to play Dominion with us after the lil' tikes were in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MseGE_e_2Zg/Tx2ok4dLJWI/AAAAAAAAFGk/MG-CmBEs0dQ/s1600/DSC_0229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="406" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MseGE_e_2Zg/Tx2ok4dLJWI/AAAAAAAAFGk/MG-CmBEs0dQ/s640/DSC_0229.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was such a great help to have Roberta here. I was exhausted and she did so many little things (probably more than I know about) that helped with those nesting urges. Things like washing and pressing my curtains, vacuuming out/under the couch (which I'm sure was disgusting), organizing cupboards, mopping the floors, stocking my freezer with meals, and sewing... lots and lots of sewing (more on that later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Roberta! We love and appreciate ALL that you did (especially loving on the girls while their parents were distracted/exhausted/recuperating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of Roberta's visit was after the baby was born and will be included in later posts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-7773947089943055378?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7773947089943055378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=7773947089943055378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7773947089943055378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7773947089943055378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/robertas-visit-most-of-it.html' title='Roberta&apos;s Visit (most of it)'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6L0lUcPSgBU/Tx2oLKS8lNI/AAAAAAAAFD0/r9M-OWnuJxs/s72-c/DSC_0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-4730031691346217292</id><published>2012-01-01T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:36:47.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Impromptu Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since school has started up Sarah has been missing some of her friends that she used to play with quite regularly... one of them being her sweet friend Eva. I love having Eva over because her and Sarah play so nicely together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was feeling a bit spontaneous, so we decided to have Eva and her two older sisters over for a tea party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E5-sQifLFHU/TwD7Ne82-vI/AAAAAAAAFCc/_m5z6zpfjCc/s1600/DSC_0084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="378" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E5-sQifLFHU/TwD7Ne82-vI/AAAAAAAAFCc/_m5z6zpfjCc/s640/DSC_0084.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so much fun. These girls are delightful and I fully enjoyed myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJOaWxgpCHE/TwD7N75rIyI/AAAAAAAAFCk/VUDGCe3qcVU/s1600/DSC_0085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJOaWxgpCHE/TwD7N75rIyI/AAAAAAAAFCk/VUDGCe3qcVU/s640/DSC_0085.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks friends for coming to tea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-4730031691346217292?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4730031691346217292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=4730031691346217292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4730031691346217292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4730031691346217292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/impromptu-tea-party.html' title='Impromptu Tea Party'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E5-sQifLFHU/TwD7Ne82-vI/AAAAAAAAFCc/_m5z6zpfjCc/s72-c/DSC_0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-6853500337996537808</id><published>2012-01-01T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:30:08.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, yes... a gazillion pictures... but I promised, I narrowed it down from the pictures I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Grandmas will at least love it, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway... here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our little Christmas Spread this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its kind of in a funny spot, but we thought it would be fun to watch the girls come down the stairs and have to run around the couch before they could see what Santa brought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWVl7DXhygE/TwD176PYEnI/AAAAAAAAFAA/azlROKrXVr4/s1600/DSC_0031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWVl7DXhygE/TwD176PYEnI/AAAAAAAAFAA/azlROKrXVr4/s640/DSC_0031.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby got Princess Aurora and a matching Dress for her to wear (I think she has pretty much worn it everyday since Christmas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eh6waJk6t0A/TwD18qyf2GI/AAAAAAAAFAI/GmXSuNyruI8/s1600/DSC_0033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eh6waJk6t0A/TwD18qyf2GI/AAAAAAAAFAI/GmXSuNyruI8/s640/DSC_0033.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah got a wooden block set and a Blue Knight and a Dragon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She LOVED it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HzlvNJZXku0/TwD19j6ySrI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/kjD27HJUAm8/s1600/DSC_0034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HzlvNJZXku0/TwD19j6ySrI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/kjD27HJUAm8/s640/DSC_0034.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a special treat this year. Grandma Lisa had to send her present to Sarah on Santa's sleigh because it was too big to mail. Sarah LOVES art, and was so excited to have an easel that is just like the one at her preschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7OendHf7rg/TwD1-c9IzfI/AAAAAAAAFAY/rxF9sVd-1lE/s1600/DSC_0037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7OendHf7rg/TwD1-c9IzfI/AAAAAAAAFAY/rxF9sVd-1lE/s640/DSC_0037.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the standard sitting on the stairs picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xti7tTUQWuA/TwD1_YBP14I/AAAAAAAAFAg/f6i9UvpCPL8/s1600/DSC_0038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xti7tTUQWuA/TwD1_YBP14I/AAAAAAAAFAg/f6i9UvpCPL8/s640/DSC_0038.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Sarah's "whoa" face in this picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--P8EGai-Ia8/TwD1_0CACKI/AAAAAAAAFAo/X2q9FBo6Rs4/s1600/DSC_0042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--P8EGai-Ia8/TwD1_0CACKI/AAAAAAAAFAo/X2q9FBo6Rs4/s640/DSC_0042.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby immediately giggled upon seeing her new doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gytmv975IUs/TwD2Ak-HnlI/AAAAAAAAFAw/Q75MOTkWkgU/s1600/DSC_0043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gytmv975IUs/TwD2Ak-HnlI/AAAAAAAAFAw/Q75MOTkWkgU/s640/DSC_0043.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah was so careful looking at her new knight and dragon toys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_gG1hDZOgg/TwD2BZ5Hy0I/AAAAAAAAFA4/9fbi7qSQip8/s1600/DSC_0046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_gG1hDZOgg/TwD2BZ5Hy0I/AAAAAAAAFA4/9fbi7qSQip8/s640/DSC_0046.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;of course Abby walked over to "help" and knocked down the whole set up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68lOzypPKuo/TwD2DLzfG9I/AAAAAAAAFBI/WhPsFseuuVI/s1600/DSC_0051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68lOzypPKuo/TwD2DLzfG9I/AAAAAAAAFBI/WhPsFseuuVI/s640/DSC_0051.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily Sarah is a good big sister and didn't get upset with Abby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Sarah going through her stocking, and our elf Eubie was sitting and watching her the whole time... in a non-creepy sort of way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3yYZOTXUZqU/TwD2DgAW3PI/AAAAAAAAFBQ/hXbsYbAiHDc/s1600/DSC_0056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3yYZOTXUZqU/TwD2DgAW3PI/AAAAAAAAFBQ/hXbsYbAiHDc/s640/DSC_0056.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby was so happy with her new doll and dress. She danced and twirled. I love having a girly little princess! LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTPDZttVBo8/TwD2EvUA5VI/AAAAAAAAFBY/FK5o77HJGiA/s1600/DSC_0058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTPDZttVBo8/TwD2EvUA5VI/AAAAAAAAFBY/FK5o77HJGiA/s640/DSC_0058.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa also surprised Sarah with a yellow school bus that she asked for, where she got that from, I don't know. If you look close you can see the peg superheros that I painted for Sarah on the piano bench.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VZBEheSYXDE/TwD2FaRKb5I/AAAAAAAAFBg/nolTrfs4yJs/s1600/DSC_0062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VZBEheSYXDE/TwD2FaRKb5I/AAAAAAAAFBg/nolTrfs4yJs/s640/DSC_0062.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the girls opening a little gift from each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hpjoma0j-Ds/TwD2GCEQUhI/AAAAAAAAFBo/RYk81Q_GTQE/s1600/DSC_0063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hpjoma0j-Ds/TwD2GCEQUhI/AAAAAAAAFBo/RYk81Q_GTQE/s640/DSC_0063.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how I love these two girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-JKZgzysOQ/TwD2G5ASDII/AAAAAAAAFBw/k_7B-Bnn9mE/s1600/DSC_0065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-JKZgzysOQ/TwD2G5ASDII/AAAAAAAAFBw/k_7B-Bnn9mE/s640/DSC_0065.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got lots of fun surprises, Sarah really loved this book about the birth of Jesus that was read by G'ma and G'pa Newey. She read the book several times (thank you!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYb_4JKaL8s/TwD2HhJadjI/AAAAAAAAFB4/BtcNYNbw4RI/s1600/DSC_0072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYb_4JKaL8s/TwD2HhJadjI/AAAAAAAAFB4/BtcNYNbw4RI/s640/DSC_0072.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And no... we did not get another kitty... somehow I was crazy and agreed to watch our friend's cat at 39 weeks pregnant. Does not mesh well with the whole nesting phase, but its not forever. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah with her new Sewing Kit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was pretty excited to give this to her. She loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYCcfuaUnSo/TwD2IrS7eCI/AAAAAAAAFCA/n83ZHxBvEkM/s1600/DSC_0074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYCcfuaUnSo/TwD2IrS7eCI/AAAAAAAAFCA/n83ZHxBvEkM/s640/DSC_0074.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was just a funny picture of Abby. The glasses light up (as you can see on Sarah in the background) and the girls pretty much think they are the coolest ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ylng4loDy04/TwD2JifgC4I/AAAAAAAAFCI/vxDvjtmBODg/s1600/DSC_0077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ylng4loDy04/TwD2JifgC4I/AAAAAAAAFCI/vxDvjtmBODg/s640/DSC_0077.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We kind of rushed through our present time so that we could get ready for Church, then hurried home and got ready for a dinner with friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so nice. I kind of felt bad because I was feeling really sore that day and walking and standing was really uncomfortable, so I wasn't much help in the kitchen... and all I contributed to the dinner was burnt rolls and cranberry relish. Luckily my two friends didn't make me feel guilty and were happy to provide a completely delicious Turkey and Ham Dinner. YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a shot of our little gang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also brought an older sister from the ward with us who didn't have any plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkQxYUVV0Yg/TwD2Ka1FrdI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/UDNYduuvAYs/s1600/DSC_0083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="408" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkQxYUVV0Yg/TwD2Ka1FrdI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/UDNYduuvAYs/s640/DSC_0083.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful Christmas. It was great spending time with wonderful friends so that we didn't have too much time to miss all of our loved ones that are so far away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-6853500337996537808?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6853500337996537808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=6853500337996537808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/6853500337996537808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/6853500337996537808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-day-2011.html' title='Christmas Day 2011'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWVl7DXhygE/TwD176PYEnI/AAAAAAAAFAA/azlROKrXVr4/s72-c/DSC_0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-4938807744905371909</id><published>2012-01-01T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:40:37.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope my girls don't remember how lame our Christmas Eve really was this year. I think a majority of the day was filled with cleaning and preparing for baby brother's arrival, one of Ryan's sweet gifts to me this year (and really, was better than any tangible gift he could have given me).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So as the day went on (and I needed a break) Sarah and I finally got around to making &lt;a href="http://catholicicing.com/2009/12/diy-printable-nativity-for-kids/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; nativity that I saw on pinterest ages ago. I actually had to keep waiting until I had enough toilet paper rolls to make it (which wasn't too long with how often we've been changing out rolls lately).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ3pW9pRHlU/TwDqoV0PKfI/AAAAAAAAE-I/l4usn1R-580/s1600/DSC_1301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ3pW9pRHlU/TwDqoV0PKfI/AAAAAAAAE-I/l4usn1R-580/s640/DSC_1301.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I haven't really had Sarah do coloring pages, because I am so impressed with how well she is able to stay in the lines. Lately I just give her a blank page and she goes to town, but it was really fun to color these with her and see how focused and well she did coloring them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfJGMCbZCA4/TwDquDdvfTI/AAAAAAAAE-U/PLresVfLaww/s1600/DSC_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfJGMCbZCA4/TwDquDdvfTI/AAAAAAAAE-U/PLresVfLaww/s640/DSC_0002.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She really is becoming quite the little artist! I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anoqXE0al0s/TwDqu8x8EuI/AAAAAAAAE-c/MBQv4LkqizY/s1600/DSC_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anoqXE0al0s/TwDqu8x8EuI/AAAAAAAAE-c/MBQv4LkqizY/s640/DSC_0003.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is showing off our work. She did really well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-grn1IUmy51U/TwDqviBjXGI/AAAAAAAAE-k/kadKaB81tkE/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-grn1IUmy51U/TwDqviBjXGI/AAAAAAAAE-k/kadKaB81tkE/s640/DSC_0004.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A better shot of the Nativity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_-vbJxz7jY/TwDqwdjWJaI/AAAAAAAAE-s/VUh6TtmoLww/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_-vbJxz7jY/TwDqwdjWJaI/AAAAAAAAE-s/VUh6TtmoLww/s640/DSC_0005.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no, that is not blood around Baby Jesus' head, it is his "halo" (it was a printable from a Catholic webpage). Sarah was determined that it should be red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later that evening we went to a friend's house for dinner. There were three families there and it was so nice, the kids ate for about 5 minutes and then all ran off to play. So the adults were able to sit and chat and enjoy some good conversation and fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UD_eXcm-Kh8/TwDqxc3wOMI/AAAAAAAAE-0/lB72rH_mpsM/s1600/DSC_0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UD_eXcm-Kh8/TwDqxc3wOMI/AAAAAAAAE-0/lB72rH_mpsM/s640/DSC_0010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the cute kiddos that were there!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then headed home to start on our family Christmas Eve traditions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Ryan reminding the girls about what the Christmas box is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snbI7O-EhK0/TwDqyWeQIWI/AAAAAAAAE-8/4xZCldP2TeA/s1600/DSC_0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snbI7O-EhK0/TwDqyWeQIWI/AAAAAAAAE-8/4xZCldP2TeA/s640/DSC_0011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posed "cheese" picture with the Christmas box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ol-2sT6cRuA/TwDqzWIGAsI/AAAAAAAAE_E/FxaRa68gKVI/s1600/DSC_0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ol-2sT6cRuA/TwDqzWIGAsI/AAAAAAAAE_E/FxaRa68gKVI/s640/DSC_0012.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone got to help open the box this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCg5FvvL9NE/TwDq0EhURvI/AAAAAAAAE_M/-nh6JKjKn4M/s1600/DSC_0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCg5FvvL9NE/TwDq0EhURvI/AAAAAAAAE_M/-nh6JKjKn4M/s640/DSC_0014.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside our Christmas box we have memories from previous years, candles that we light to read the Christmas story by, a cookie plate for Santa and other various things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan then began to tell the story of the Savior's birth from the bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_QbojaYAbE0/TwDq1NlBhtI/AAAAAAAAE_U/BHNVwYtQdXs/s1600/DSC_0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_QbojaYAbE0/TwDq1NlBhtI/AAAAAAAAE_U/BHNVwYtQdXs/s640/DSC_0020.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah did a great job listening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-y5ZGk8r0o/TwDq10CGoeI/AAAAAAAAE_c/WUeKhJMBDsI/s1600/DSC_0022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-y5ZGk8r0o/TwDq10CGoeI/AAAAAAAAE_c/WUeKhJMBDsI/s640/DSC_0022.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby just wanted to turn the pages of mommy's scriptures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQp6AO5-XKc/TwDq2oe6HkI/AAAAAAAAE_k/VfirLX2Vjqk/s1600/DSC_0024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQp6AO5-XKc/TwDq2oe6HkI/AAAAAAAAE_k/VfirLX2Vjqk/s640/DSC_0024.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took a little break to open some presents via webcam with cousins and participate in a little bit of the Stephenson Christmas Eve traditions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GIf2FiFmB8M/TwDq3c96omI/AAAAAAAAE_s/m8zK5xorfP8/s1600/DSC_0025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GIf2FiFmB8M/TwDq3c96omI/AAAAAAAAE_s/m8zK5xorfP8/s640/DSC_0025.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the girls zipped up in their new snuggly Christmas jammies and set out some cookies for Santa and carrots for his reindeer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMHtkpVY3W8/TwDq4Pe-yvI/AAAAAAAAE_0/7_S-JOE0QME/s1600/DSC_0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMHtkpVY3W8/TwDq4Pe-yvI/AAAAAAAAE_0/7_S-JOE0QME/s640/DSC_0026.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so fun to have both girls so excited for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Christmas Eve, I think I may like it even more that Christmas day. I have so many sweet, tender memories of Christmas Eves with my family, and Ryan's family does just as much too. It really is a chance to focus on the Savior before all the commotion of present opening begins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for a beautiful Christmas my sweet lil' family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-4938807744905371909?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4938807744905371909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=4938807744905371909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4938807744905371909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4938807744905371909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ3pW9pRHlU/TwDqoV0PKfI/AAAAAAAAE-I/l4usn1R-580/s72-c/DSC_1301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-9205346323196741224</id><published>2011-12-20T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:08:25.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdzwAMD_b2U/TvE-Ip5vOPI/AAAAAAAAE7k/uoK4w-TD790/s1600/DSC_1258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdzwAMD_b2U/TvE-Ip5vOPI/AAAAAAAAE7k/uoK4w-TD790/s640/DSC_1258.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lately Abby and I like to play a little game with each other where she makes a face and I copy her. I tried to get her to make some of the faces she does, but as soon as I poked my head behind the camera to capture it she would stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for mommy to play along... oh how I love those big blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3MtLWmB1UzA/TvE-JULajZI/AAAAAAAAE7s/__f9X5h8Fts/s1600/DSC_1259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3MtLWmB1UzA/TvE-JULajZI/AAAAAAAAE7s/__f9X5h8Fts/s640/DSC_1259.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is her "sad" face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayD_-H84s-U/TvE-KHWiJHI/AAAAAAAAE70/tlDTf0VcwZ4/s1600/DSC_1261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayD_-H84s-U/TvE-KHWiJHI/AAAAAAAAE70/tlDTf0VcwZ4/s640/DSC_1261.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Looks more like a scuz, but she always says "sad" in a little sad whiny voice, so I know that is the look she is going for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7AD5sMWXWvE/TvE-K47MeFI/AAAAAAAAE78/5t4q9zkWlg0/s1600/DSC_1263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7AD5sMWXWvE/TvE-K47MeFI/AAAAAAAAE78/5t4q9zkWlg0/s640/DSC_1263.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOmRiIwr2S4/TvE-LWRYncI/AAAAAAAAE8E/6PZn0Qo7_NQ/s1600/DSC_1265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOmRiIwr2S4/TvE-LWRYncI/AAAAAAAAE8E/6PZn0Qo7_NQ/s640/DSC_1265.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had several unsuccessful attempts to get her angry face... it is so cute. Oh well... I'm sure I will get it eventually... maybe not when we're playing this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course Sarah has always been good at making faces... especially ones that make me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUCPRWBwIfA/TvE-MDX2FoI/AAAAAAAAE8M/UKbIM7wR9JE/s1600/DSC_1267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUCPRWBwIfA/TvE-MDX2FoI/AAAAAAAAE8M/UKbIM7wR9JE/s640/DSC_1267.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how I love this goofy lil' girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iNd3orVsctk/TvE-M8444II/AAAAAAAAE8U/MONHsRh2MDo/s1600/DSC_1269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iNd3orVsctk/TvE-M8444II/AAAAAAAAE8U/MONHsRh2MDo/s640/DSC_1269.jpg" width="640" /&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/1028377497826706477-9205346323196741224?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9205346323196741224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=9205346323196741224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/9205346323196741224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/9205346323196741224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/faces.html' title='Faces'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdzwAMD_b2U/TvE-Ip5vOPI/AAAAAAAAE7k/uoK4w-TD790/s72-c/DSC_1258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-7971767801046250474</id><published>2011-12-18T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:27:32.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabby Abby</title><content type='html'>Abby has been slightly slower to get moving in her speech. Sarah was slower too... so I wasn't really worried. I know enough to be able to keep on top of how delayed she is and when to be concerned. She is really starting to be quite the talker. What she says often surprises us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you realize things that you say all of the time because you start to hear them back from your kids. Apparently I tell Abby, "I love it" a great deal because she has started telling it to me all. of. the. time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Getting dressed for church&lt;/i&gt;, "I love your dress mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waking up in the morning, with my hair literally sticking straight up&lt;/i&gt;, "I love your hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;After drawing a requested princess stick figure&lt;/i&gt;, "I love your picture."&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could get the inflection on here... it is so cute, and so hard to catch spontaneously on film.&lt;br /&gt;Guess if you want to hear it, you'll have to come visit. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our whole family has been coughing up a storm. I think we should start a coughing chorus or something... make a little extra moolah for the holidays. Abby has had it the longest and worst... or so it feels. She has started coughing so hard that I've run to get the throw-up bucket because I thought she was going to lose it. Well, Ryan was coughing once and Abby, with her little vocabulary that is getting bigger and bigger each day, ran over to him...&lt;br /&gt;"You coughing Daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;"Going to throw up?"&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I made an impact with how many times I asked her that same question in the middle of her big coughing spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby knows change is a coming. She has become ultra clingy. If ever I run Sarah to preschool in the morning and leave her with Ryan it is set up for disaster for the rest of the day. Won't let me leave a room with out panicking and crying. She has also become quite the snuggler. One of my favorite things is to hear her sweetly ask for me to snuggle in bed with her at nap time or bedtime. It is really hard to say no, and most of the time I don't. But as of late, it is crunch time for Christmas and baby, and I know I'll fall asleep with her if I lay down, so I have to resist the temptation to give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a bunch of goofballs in our house, and I point it out often so Abby's favorite lil' game is to go through and talk about all of the family members.&lt;br /&gt;"Silly Abby! Silly Mommy! Silly Sarah! Silly Daddy! Silly Baby Brother!"&lt;br /&gt;She just giggles with delight thinking she is the funniest girl alive. I LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so fun to hear Abby say all of these random phrases that she has picked up. Can't wait to share more and more Gabby Abby moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-7971767801046250474?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7971767801046250474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=7971767801046250474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7971767801046250474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7971767801046250474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/gabby-abby.html' title='Gabby Abby'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-7646177717897074924</id><published>2011-12-12T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:02:54.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our Lil' Fella FLIPPED!&lt;br /&gt;He has been breech this ENTIRE pregnancy and now he is finally head down and ready to go...&lt;br /&gt;all except the fact that he is HUGE! Oh boy, I'm in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of weeks have been anxiety filled for me. If this lil' guy remained breech then it was a&amp;nbsp;guaranteed&amp;nbsp;cesarian delivery. Which I know isn't the end of the world... but I was nervous and not looking forward to the extra recovery time (especially being so far away from family).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still the possibility of needed a c-section. This fella is measuring HUGE! I'm 37 weeks and he measures at 9lbs and 15oz. It isn't accurate, so he could really be anywhere between 7lbs 15oz and 10lbs 15oz... but still... I have at &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;three more weeks... and if he is already 8lbs, I'm in trouble!&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what they say at my next appointment.&lt;br /&gt;I see a group of midwives (that are very popular, and close) and they are not into inducing women. But I figure, if I'm headed toward a c-section... might as well try inducing me early, see if he will come out while he is "smaller." We'll see what they say about my next appointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I get to stare at this cute lil' guys face until I meet him in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(technology is amazing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yb6WOP08WS8/TuZTqz943yI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/mriR4dMA3Zc/s1600/DSC_1253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yb6WOP08WS8/TuZTqz943yI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/mriR4dMA3Zc/s640/DSC_1253.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1028377497826706477-7646177717897074924?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7646177717897074924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=7646177717897074924' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7646177717897074924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7646177717897074924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yb6WOP08WS8/TuZTqz943yI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/mriR4dMA3Zc/s72-c/DSC_1253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-7971760167444254909</id><published>2011-12-09T17:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:31:51.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Lil' Abby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There's a reason she's so sweet... and sticky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AiERFBAAH3I/TuKL1JIkoyI/AAAAAAAAE7A/UjQLrsod9Tw/s1600/DSC_1243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AiERFBAAH3I/TuKL1JIkoyI/AAAAAAAAE7A/UjQLrsod9Tw/s640/DSC_1243.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some lil' miss likes to drink the remainder syrup out of her dipping dish, and lick it dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh! Busted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Szo1Visdz20/TuKL4CANmTI/AAAAAAAAE7I/2DGJ3GVEOiU/s1600/DSC_1245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Szo1Visdz20/TuKL4CANmTI/AAAAAAAAE7I/2DGJ3GVEOiU/s640/DSC_1245.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lip-smacking good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3NHwr6PZqA/TuKL4_K5lBI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/lWgSuvsvs0g/s1600/DSC_1249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3NHwr6PZqA/TuKL4_K5lBI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/lWgSuvsvs0g/s640/DSC_1249.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1028377497826706477-7971760167444254909?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7971760167444254909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=7971760167444254909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7971760167444254909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7971760167444254909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/sweet-lil-abby.html' title='Sweet Lil&apos; Abby'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AiERFBAAH3I/TuKL1JIkoyI/AAAAAAAAE7A/UjQLrsod9Tw/s72-c/DSC_1243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-530079342599733891</id><published>2011-12-09T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:29:01.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Elf: Eubie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE the magic of Christmas. I love watching little children's eyes sparkle as they learn about all of the wonders Christmas entails. So it is no surprise that I would fall in love with the "Elf on the Shelf" idea. My mother got all of the grandkids the story, with elf included and I was so excited to start the tradition this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who aren't familiar with this tradition. The elf is, of course, Santa's helper who has come to live with a family and keep tabs on the children and update Santa on how they've been. The elf uses magic to fly to the North pole and report to Santa. This magic of course disappears if the children touch or play with the elf. Each morning the elf will be hiding in a different spot for the children to spot in the morning. It is so fun, and Sarah is really getting into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzaxLy3szVo/TuKFmSe_DgI/AAAAAAAAE6w/FUakxZMh69M/s1600/DSC_1237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzaxLy3szVo/TuKFmSe_DgI/AAAAAAAAE6w/FUakxZMh69M/s640/DSC_1237.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah has lovingly named our Elf, Eubie... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;after a character in "The Happy Elf" a cheesy movie on Netflix right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qe9rhDY9e5U/TuKFnSALraI/AAAAAAAAE64/0mJ98Zh9Ylc/s1600/DSC_1239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qe9rhDY9e5U/TuKFnSALraI/AAAAAAAAE64/0mJ98Zh9Ylc/s640/DSC_1239.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear Sarah giggle and talk to Eubie when she spots him in the morning. The other day while she was still in bed I heard her calling out to him in a whisper, "Eubie...Eubie! Can you hear me? Did you check on me last night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the perfect age for such magic.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it continues for several more years before the worlds spoils it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do talk about the true meaning of Christmas in our family too.&lt;br /&gt;Lately Sarah has been including into her prayers at lunchtime,&lt;br /&gt;"Bless us to have the Christmas spirit and remember baby Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;So I don't feel too guilty for encouraging the Christmas Magic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-530079342599733891?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/530079342599733891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=530079342599733891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/530079342599733891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/530079342599733891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-elf-eubie.html' title='Our Elf: Eubie'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KzaxLy3szVo/TuKFmSe_DgI/AAAAAAAAE6w/FUakxZMh69M/s72-c/DSC_1237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-8714291033766239010</id><published>2011-12-09T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:02:41.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Primary Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This past Sunday Sarah gave her very first primary talk. She did such a great job. She talked about how the scriptures teach her about the birth and second coming of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I leave my Gospel Art kit at the church for singing time, so I decided it would be fun to print out some pictures and color them (well... I would have just printed them out in color, had our color ink not gone out). Sarah decided to help me out in the coloring realm. I had to post pictures of her detailed work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Sl56RP3Npk/TuKEdK8c6JI/AAAAAAAAE6g/ak8Cq271KvA/s1600/DSC_1234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Sl56RP3Npk/TuKEdK8c6JI/AAAAAAAAE6g/ak8Cq271KvA/s640/DSC_1234.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She mostly copied how I colored mine, but I was so impressed with how well she stayed in the lines, and how long and hard she worked on them. Her focus on art has really increased since starting preschool, I just love it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So great job Sarah on both your pictures and your sweet little talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GzyBjV5BdLk/TuKEd9Qa-LI/AAAAAAAAE6o/jbuo1TK9Zj4/s1600/DSC_1236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GzyBjV5BdLk/TuKEd9Qa-LI/AAAAAAAAE6o/jbuo1TK9Zj4/s640/DSC_1236.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely a great way to start off our picture wall for the Christmas season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-8714291033766239010?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8714291033766239010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=8714291033766239010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/8714291033766239010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/8714291033766239010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-primary-talk.html' title='First Primary Talk'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Sl56RP3Npk/TuKEdK8c6JI/AAAAAAAAE6g/ak8Cq271KvA/s72-c/DSC_1234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-5940860078791184376</id><published>2011-12-09T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:57:50.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patient with Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love Sarah's hair... it is so pretty, shiny and long. She loves it too... but sometimes getting the tangles brushed out can be a whole lot of drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my surprise to look over and see Sarah patiently sitting still while her best friend brushed the tangles out of her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wsXRxNPxsk/TuKDmbGl0QI/AAAAAAAAE6I/zf40E-Bba1E/s1600/DSC_1229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wsXRxNPxsk/TuKDmbGl0QI/AAAAAAAAE6I/zf40E-Bba1E/s640/DSC_1229.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All smiles... no tears when Emery does it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HR46IzWA1RQ/TuKDnXh3PNI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/z1idMIx_iF4/s1600/DSC_1230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HR46IzWA1RQ/TuKDnXh3PNI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/z1idMIx_iF4/s640/DSC_1230.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are such sweet friends, I just love watching them play together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b1Vox7RhgQk/TuKDoAFYf2I/AAAAAAAAE6Y/Rzl8WcV8R_0/s1600/DSC_1231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b1Vox7RhgQk/TuKDoAFYf2I/AAAAAAAAE6Y/Rzl8WcV8R_0/s640/DSC_1231.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much Emery would charge to come over and brush out Sarah's hair every morning.&lt;br /&gt;Sure would make my life a whole lot easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-5940860078791184376?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5940860078791184376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=5940860078791184376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5940860078791184376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5940860078791184376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/patient-with-friends.html' title='Patient with Friends'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wsXRxNPxsk/TuKDmbGl0QI/AAAAAAAAE6I/zf40E-Bba1E/s72-c/DSC_1229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-5411097926283946233</id><published>2011-12-09T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:54:09.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Snugglers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It seems as though most of our Fridays are spent in our pj's. Sarah doesn't have preschool on Fridays, and I'm usually spent from the week, so we spend it in our jammies watching shows and hanging out at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was cute to turn and find the girls snuggled up together watching their show,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and had to snap a picture of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9If5LoVeqI/TuKC1k9qLGI/AAAAAAAAE6A/KFpoYBmeA1U/s1600/DSC_1187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9If5LoVeqI/TuKC1k9qLGI/AAAAAAAAE6A/KFpoYBmeA1U/s640/DSC_1187.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Abby is apparently to distracted to show any facial expressions for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my sweet, sweet daughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-5411097926283946233?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5411097926283946233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=5411097926283946233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5411097926283946233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5411097926283946233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/sweet-snugglers.html' title='Sweet Snugglers'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9If5LoVeqI/TuKC1k9qLGI/AAAAAAAAE6A/KFpoYBmeA1U/s72-c/DSC_1187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-7272240218492684813</id><published>2011-12-09T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:51:01.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To help get Sarah to go to bed after having such a fun time on Thanksgiving day, we promised to set up the Christmas tree and decorate it in the morning. I ran out to Joann's to score some sweet deals on fabric, but Ryan told me that in the morning Sarah was waiting patiently at the top of the stairs before going down to see the Christmas tree. I guess we didn't explain that we'd be setting it up together as a family, but I thought it was darling that she waited upstairs without sneaking down to see the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was in charge of this decorating fest. He ordered to me the couch and to unpack ornaments and pass them out to the girls. It was a little frustrating because the girls were SO excited to help and wanted to work like lightning, but all in all it was fun to do as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIVWqw6VGog/TuKBQnlC4tI/AAAAAAAAE5o/Jkd2bbnJU2E/s1600/DSC_1169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIVWqw6VGog/TuKBQnlC4tI/AAAAAAAAE5o/Jkd2bbnJU2E/s640/DSC_1169.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah got to put the Star on this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mukXmbbKQR0/TuKBRyZcVnI/AAAAAAAAE5w/94RNHoey40E/s1600/DSC_1175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mukXmbbKQR0/TuKBRyZcVnI/AAAAAAAAE5w/94RNHoey40E/s640/DSC_1175.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-Da!!!&lt;br /&gt;The girls were so proud of their work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bfLg1ZN5ug/TuKBS884zjI/AAAAAAAAE54/euFS-8kN8is/s1600/DSC_1179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bfLg1ZN5ug/TuKBS884zjI/AAAAAAAAE54/euFS-8kN8is/s640/DSC_1179.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I promise our skinny lil' tree is standing up straight, I guess the angle I took this picture at makes it look like it is going to fall over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have it safely wedged between our couch and our piano... which slightly deters the girls from playing with the ornaments... but luckily, there are few that could break. Thank goodness for shatterproof ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sweetie for all of your hard work getting the tree set up and the decorations all pulled out. The house looks wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-7272240218492684813?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7272240218492684813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=7272240218492684813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7272240218492684813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7272240218492684813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIVWqw6VGog/TuKBQnlC4tI/AAAAAAAAE5o/Jkd2bbnJU2E/s72-c/DSC_1169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-6327599647590366512</id><published>2011-12-09T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:44:14.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNkZFEUi7Jw/TuKAY_2MRKI/AAAAAAAAE5g/NBUMWwKDn8o/s1600/DSC_1165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNkZFEUi7Jw/TuKAY_2MRKI/AAAAAAAAE5g/NBUMWwKDn8o/s640/DSC_1165.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a fun Thanksgiving this year. Our friends the Bringhurst's moved out just a week before Thanksgiving hit and decided they'd like to spend it with us! It was fantastic and I wish I would have take more than just this one, single picture of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We of course gorged ourselves on Turkey and all of the sides and even decided to cram a little pie in after. I've decided that being this far along pregnant is no fun during Thanksgiving. I literally only was able to have a bit or two of everything before I had to call it quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddos all played so sweetly together too! I loved it. We let them roam through the house and play cowboys and indians while the grown ups sat and talked and even snuck in a game of Settlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a jam packed day that left no room for missing our families that were all so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nate &amp;amp; Sarah! You're welcome over anytime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-6327599647590366512?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6327599647590366512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=6327599647590366512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/6327599647590366512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/6327599647590366512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNkZFEUi7Jw/TuKAY_2MRKI/AAAAAAAAE5g/NBUMWwKDn8o/s72-c/DSC_1165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-1867304659946999601</id><published>2011-12-09T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:24:35.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness Related to Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been meaning to for a while post some stories, thoughts and feelings from the pregnancy. It seems as though blogging has taken a major fall back on my list of things to get done regularly. Which to the grandma's... I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I have a minute to myself (both of my girls are napping *gasp*) and for some reason I can't turn off my brain to join them, I figured I'd blog it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first pregnancy where I got really sick all of the time. I'm not one who vomits easily, so it was mostly nausea combined with my regular migraine symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;When I did feel up to eating... it was usually for something spicy... like pepperoni's.&lt;br /&gt;It was always late at night too, but when you haven't eaten all day, and something finally sounds good, your go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into the popsicle phase. I could eat popsicles all day. So yummy. Now the cravings have moved to Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream... and has pretty much stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't think I really have it written down anywhere, I thought I'd just recall quickly what I craved with the girls. With Sarah the biggest thing I wanted all of the time was Apple Juice... which is probably why I gained so much weight... all of those calories and didn't fill me up. I also remember really loving Bit O' Honey and Swedish Fish. As for Abigail... the only thing I can really remember craving all of the time was meat. Big juicy steaks, hamburgers... you name the meat and I'd want it. Mostly steaks, but I thought it was so weird that I wanted meat so much. I think we went out to Golden Coral several times during that pregnancy to have their&amp;nbsp;rotisserie&amp;nbsp;chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... onto some more pregnancy randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really not too much of a complainer (well to everyone but Ryan, sorry love). So I don't usually let on how much pain I've been having in this pregnancy. I've had tenderness with my ligaments connecting my legs to my hips with all pregnancies, but it hit a lot earlier with this pregnancy. I've also had a huge amount of lower back pain. I can't unload the dishwasher with out my back aching before I'm done. Also, having a breech baby I think has made a big difference. Since this lil' guy's head is up in my ribs I have had a hard time breathing when I lay down. It also seems more uncomfortable then I remember to bend over and pick things up off the floor. So Ryan usually gets an ear full of what is hurting every minute of the day, but to anyone else who asks..."I'm doing great!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go along with my discomfort. This morning actually I was walking from the girls room to go lay back down for a minute and Sarah sweetly asked me,&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, why are you doing the potty dance?"&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;slightly confused&lt;/i&gt;) "Um, I'm not, I'm going back into my room."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then how come you are waddling like a penguin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gee... thanks Sarah...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a really hard time with names this pregnancy. I think we've settled on one, but it really hasn't clicked for me. I agree that we will name him this name, but I guess this whole pregnancy has been so surreal... and gone so quickly that I don't ever give myself time to think about it. So we've been testing out a name... it still feels weird to call him by it... but I figure it is the only way it will sink in. So I've been asking the girls frequently what baby brother's name is. Here is what happened with Abby the other evening.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;Abby, where's baby brother?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby: &lt;i&gt;Wight dere! &lt;/i&gt;(Right there).&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;That's right. Abby, what is baby brother's name?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby: &lt;i&gt;JESUS!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder if Abby really understands what is coming to her. She has been so snuggly and clingy lately, her world is going to be completely rocked when she loses a little bit of that mommy attention with baby brother. Sarah has been excited since they day we told her. As I've written previously, she would tell complete strangers how I have a baby in my tummy. She still will randomly tell people about her baby brother that is coming after Christmas. To Sarah... the next scheduled events are, Christmas, New Years, Baby Brother comes, G'ma visits and then her birthday. Hope she realizes that this is two full months that we're talking about... I worry she thinks they will be one right after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I do feel very blessed with this pregnancy. I really can't complain, there are so many that have much tougher pregnancies than me... or that even struggle to get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;The timing was a surprise, but is turning out to be perfect. I'll get a good 5-6 months of help from Ryan before he starts his 3rd year med school duties. Where as we were planning on shooting for May, and I would have maybe gotten two months. Glad I'm not in charge of the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... that is it. Still not tired... so maybe we can get some pictures on here for the G'mas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-1867304659946999601?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1867304659946999601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=1867304659946999601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/1867304659946999601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/1867304659946999601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/randomness-related-to-pregnancy.html' title='Randomness Related to Pregnancy'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-111020127115040361</id><published>2011-12-06T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T15:21:36.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is FINISHED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm done! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to finally have all of these stinkin' ornaments done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVz9dNaw-IA/Tt55CDDRveI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/SfkhWCQDAlA/s1600/DSC_1189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVz9dNaw-IA/Tt55CDDRveI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/SfkhWCQDAlA/s640/DSC_1189.jpg" width="590" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now onto other projects (like getting ready for this baby to come, HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to check out my advent calendar and ornaments up close go to my craft blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://craftmethis.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-advent-calendar.html"&gt;Craft. Me. This.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Be sure to leave me some love so I know how you liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-111020127115040361?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/111020127115040361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=111020127115040361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/111020127115040361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/111020127115040361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-is-finished.html' title='It is FINISHED!!!'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVz9dNaw-IA/Tt55CDDRveI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/SfkhWCQDAlA/s72-c/DSC_1189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-7708403500920933882</id><published>2011-12-04T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:11:41.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Mint Gum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I just had to write something to get a new post up... the last one was too depressing and so not me. ;) So, I'm going to share a story...that is probably too much information.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have a junk drawer in our kitchen, and in that drawer Ryan and I keep packages of gum so we can grab some on the way out the door. Well, Abby hasn't been able to get into it... until recently. Abby LOVES my sweet mint Orbitz gum, and why wouldn't she, it is good! If she ever gets to my purse, or climbs into the car before me, the first thing she riffles for is my gum and gobbles up as many pieces as she can before we catch her (she just chews it a little and swallows it).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well... she had started to get into the gum in the junk drawer, and I should have moved it after the first couple of episodes... but I was lazy and she only ever ate a piece or two. The other morning Ryan and I were "sleeping in" and the informant came upstairs to announce that Abby was eating all the gum. So, I finally willed myself out of bed and came down to the kitchen to find Abby with a pile of gum wrappers EVERYWHERE! The lil' stinker ate an entire box... or more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole rest of the day Abby had sweet minty breath. It made me laugh anytime she came and got in my face to tell me something. Well... the fun continued... because later that evening I smelt the mint smell again... rather strong. Only, this time it had a slightly unpleasant aroma with it. Well... you guessed it. She filled her diaper, and it was minty poo! Made me laugh so hard. So, for any of you who believe that it takes 7 years... we can happily say that it does not. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and I apologize if that&amp;nbsp;thoroughly&amp;nbsp;grossed anyone out... I thought it was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-7708403500920933882?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7708403500920933882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=7708403500920933882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7708403500920933882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7708403500920933882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/sweet-mint-gum.html' title='Sweet Mint Gum'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-1811118140274608211</id><published>2011-12-01T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:12:31.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapy Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today has been 'one of &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;days' and so I'm utilizing this blog for a therapy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is late, I'm tired and sleep deprived... so I'll probably feel dumb posting this later, but for right now, as I'm being kept up by a defiant two year old, it is what I'm going to do to make myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it was about today that made it so crummy, could have been:&lt;br /&gt;-that I woke up with an upset stomach (didn't I just get the pleasure of food poisoning!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that both girls were cranky and not listening well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that the hour I had to take a nap while my dough rised was ruined by one little girl who refused to go to sleep (until right before I had to get up to finish the rolls)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that I spent ALL afternoon getting rolls ready for the bake sale that, 1. didn't turn out right and 2. I didn't get finished in time to deliver them for the bake sale (the WHOLE point!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that I spilled every possible thing on the floor while baking all day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that the girls destroyed the house while I worked all day in the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that I was just exhausted from two consecutive late, late nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that I realized I had forgotten to drop off Sarah's preschool tuition that morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that I had to wake the girls early from their nap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that the girls&amp;nbsp;whined&amp;nbsp;and fussed all the way to help dad pick up some cells from a nearby lab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that I was late getting dinner delivered for my dinner swap group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that the girls spilled water ALL over the car, and the dinners on the drive to deliver the meals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that it was a battle to get Abby to eat anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that Abby broke a hand mirror in the bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that Ryan has to work late in the lab, so I have to miss my "book club" tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that I laid in bed with Abby for an hour and a half only to have her NOT fall asleep at bed time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-or that I just wasted a hunk of dough because I took all day to get to it and it was all dried out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-or that I'm sitting on the couch when I should be cleaning up my very messy house, but have a lil' night owl next to me who just wants to snuggle... &lt;br /&gt;and I feel guilty that I don't want to and just want her to go. to. bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... that is a long list... and then I sit here and think for a minute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately I have been an emotional wreck,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; in fact I opted to not read my "book club's" selection this month because emotionally I didn't think I could handle it (it was about the Rwanda&amp;nbsp;Genocide)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about all of the sweet, dear people in my life who are facing so much worse than spilt water in the car in their lives. Sometimes I feel like I can't handle all of the sad things that are happening to those around me (and I'm not really affected by it directly, but I just get so sad for them). I hear stories in the news that just make me want to cry. There is so much heartache in the world, and here I am letting the small stuff get to me. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blame it on hormones, or sleep deprivation... or the lack of chocolate in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where I am going with this, or if anyone is even reading this still...&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only thing that I can do is to make a list of some of the stuff I am grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;-my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-a call from my sister when I was at the peak of my stress day (the moment I realized my rolls were blah and timed poorly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that I have two very sweet little girls... hope they don't look back on their childhood and only remember days like today where mom is blitz and can't control her temper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that I have music in my home, a talented husband and lil girls who love to sing all day long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-crumbs on the floor, dirty dishes in the sink (or everywhere really)... because it means we have food on the table to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-dear sweet friends who do so much for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-having my mom respond to my text with a phone call... it was so nice to hear her voice after a day like today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-for this glass of egg nog... yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-for the sweet lil' words of a two year old, "Mommy wait! I love you. Snuggle on the couch?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that I still have at &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;four weeks until the baby comes to finish all of my crazy projects&lt;br /&gt;-for a sweet note from my hubby apologizing for having to work late and not being able to help out tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that I didn't have heart burn for three whole days after my bout of food poisoning...silver lining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that the cold/cough I had a few weeks ago ended quickly and didn't turn into bronchitis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-that tomorrow is Friday and I don't &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to go anywhere or do anything if I don't want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I am grateful for... but my eyelids are feeling heavy and my heart is feeling lighter from unloading a little. I'd say this was a therapy post that did its magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to tomorrow and a day that will be much, much better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now to convince this lil' Abby bug that she is tired too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-1811118140274608211?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1811118140274608211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=1811118140274608211' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/1811118140274608211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/1811118140274608211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/12/therapy-post.html' title='Therapy Post'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-5378104598008886014</id><published>2011-11-16T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T22:03:28.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Thanksgiving Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really love the preschool Sarah goes to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had the hardest time make the decision which school to send her to, and I'm so glad I chose Arsenal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classroom is "closed" to parents and siblings (as most classrooms are). They do have an observation loft, so I can go and spy on the kids whenever, but I don't get to spend time in the classroom with Sarah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So when the Fall &amp;amp; Thanksgiving Celebration came up today, I knew that Ryan, Abby and I all needed to go so that we could play with Sarah in her wonderful classroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are Sarah and Abby enjoying some Banana Muffins that Sarah's preschool made for our breakfast. They were yummy, great job Sarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8HmWJGPp3M/TsR3kHJxKxI/AAAAAAAAE3U/omsbcB-rmSY/s1600/DSC_1152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8HmWJGPp3M/TsR3kHJxKxI/AAAAAAAAE3U/omsbcB-rmSY/s640/DSC_1152.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby of course went crazy in the dress up area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGb2TPvm0So/TsR3k7DegAI/AAAAAAAAE3c/RqbWpyTXBQ0/s1600/DSC_1159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGb2TPvm0So/TsR3k7DegAI/AAAAAAAAE3c/RqbWpyTXBQ0/s640/DSC_1159.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah had fun helping her sister in and out of various princess dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TizsJP3VS3Q/TsR3mHk3UMI/AAAAAAAAE3k/RvoNgrhh_6Y/s1600/DSC_1161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TizsJP3VS3Q/TsR3mHk3UMI/AAAAAAAAE3k/RvoNgrhh_6Y/s640/DSC_1161.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I would have taken more pictures of her classroom. It is set up so cute. There is a secret loft the kids can climb up into and read stories, or just lay down on the pillows. All of the toys are labeled and organized so the kids can learn how to read the words and how to clean up properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are also oodles and oodles of art supplies. Sarah really wanted me to paint a picture with her, but they didn't have the paints out because of the younger siblings that were there (thank goodness!). So we used some markers and had fun making a fairy tale scene with a castle, dragon, princess and horse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ia2IvTyGbg/TsR3m08j4RI/AAAAAAAAE3s/J-thDdGUjQE/s1600/DSC_1163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ia2IvTyGbg/TsR3m08j4RI/AAAAAAAAE3s/J-thDdGUjQE/s640/DSC_1163.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah had so much fun with us there. It was great to spend time together as a family and get to play in this wonderful classroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Nesbitt for having us for breakfast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-5378104598008886014?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5378104598008886014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=5378104598008886014' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5378104598008886014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5378104598008886014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/preschool-thanksgiving-celebration.html' title='Preschool Thanksgiving Celebration'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8HmWJGPp3M/TsR3kHJxKxI/AAAAAAAAE3U/omsbcB-rmSY/s72-c/DSC_1152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-4797056425060093200</id><published>2011-11-16T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:52:52.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil' Seamstress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As many of you know, I'm working on some felt ornaments for an advent calendar in our home. It is based off of an advent calendar that my mother made when I was young and holds a great deal of sentimental value. What I didn't realize it held, was a lot of hard work and time. Those lil' ornaments take so much time to make! So every day and night I've been working on them trying to get them done so I can move onto something new.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only reason I'm getting caught up on the blog is because I am burnt out and needed some sort of distraction (other than facebook, pinterest and email...ha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, this lil' miss loves to sit by my side and "watch" me sew. I'm terrible, I get grouchy and tell her to go away and put on a show to distract her. But that doesn't always work. She was really interested in what I was doing. So I took the advice of my mother and friend and gave her some fabric and a needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FvtuWrva-ZY/TsR1MO0F6WI/AAAAAAAAE20/7OqNIvawWHU/s1600/DSC_1140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FvtuWrva-ZY/TsR1MO0F6WI/AAAAAAAAE20/7OqNIvawWHU/s640/DSC_1140.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She wanted to make an owl (the ornament I was working on at the time) but I knew that would be too difficult. So I drew and "S" in pencil on her fabric and let her go to town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPtmvWXYJUg/TsR1NpFfYkI/AAAAAAAAE28/KDSCNdXiAnQ/s1600/DSC_1141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPtmvWXYJUg/TsR1NpFfYkI/AAAAAAAAE28/KDSCNdXiAnQ/s640/DSC_1141.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never expected her to do so well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing I did was tie a knot at the beginning of each letter, do one stitch and then when she was done I would tie off the letter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FqVouvViVdk/TsR1OQRTm7I/AAAAAAAAE3E/A3xkzoBTKno/s1600/DSC_1146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FqVouvViVdk/TsR1OQRTm7I/AAAAAAAAE3E/A3xkzoBTKno/s640/DSC_1146.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is not perfect, but I am so impressed with how well she did on her first sewing attempt ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The back had knots and thread that wasn't pulled all the way up, but the front looks so good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l482ltT1sY8/TsR1PXJK6tI/AAAAAAAAE3M/YulM2GWHe7w/s1600/DSC_1150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l482ltT1sY8/TsR1PXJK6tI/AAAAAAAAE3M/YulM2GWHe7w/s640/DSC_1150.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now she keeps bugging me to sew Abby's name on some fabric. I think I'm going to have to make a little sewing kit for this lil' miss for Christmas. She loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great Job Sarah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-4797056425060093200?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4797056425060093200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=4797056425060093200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4797056425060093200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4797056425060093200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/lil-seamstress.html' title='Lil&apos; Seamstress'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FvtuWrva-ZY/TsR1MO0F6WI/AAAAAAAAE20/7OqNIvawWHU/s72-c/DSC_1140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-4375275125600467698</id><published>2011-11-16T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:26:04.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No its not you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its the pictures. Almost all of these are blurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love them anyway... and figured the G'mas won't mind them one bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(one day I'll have a camera that will do auto-focus with my 50mm lens...*sigh*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, the girls are in their jammies, I have no clue what time of day it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So maybe the blurriness is just an artistic portrayal of how I was feeling this day. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmZIasP16To/TsRvBd9cwjI/AAAAAAAAE1Q/eUUtIuVjdco/s1600/DSC_1114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmZIasP16To/TsRvBd9cwjI/AAAAAAAAE1Q/eUUtIuVjdco/s640/DSC_1114.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBOZSrD0OEs/TsRvCO6Wv1I/AAAAAAAAE1Y/ZegwyvJwsAs/s1600/DSC_1116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBOZSrD0OEs/TsRvCO6Wv1I/AAAAAAAAE1Y/ZegwyvJwsAs/s640/DSC_1116.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jiKoY4OntS8/TsRvDB7WV3I/AAAAAAAAE1g/e6fDw66cL7Q/s1600/DSC_1117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jiKoY4OntS8/TsRvDB7WV3I/AAAAAAAAE1g/e6fDw66cL7Q/s640/DSC_1117.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5HUqpdwY9Y/TsRvElHtLWI/AAAAAAAAE1o/XVBn_OIhmpM/s1600/DSC_1118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5HUqpdwY9Y/TsRvElHtLWI/AAAAAAAAE1o/XVBn_OIhmpM/s640/DSC_1118.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ptNNKBabY-I/TsRvFedEhpI/AAAAAAAAE1w/ghowBWBGxcc/s1600/DSC_1124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ptNNKBabY-I/TsRvFedEhpI/AAAAAAAAE1w/ghowBWBGxcc/s640/DSC_1124.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a4vx3lJupQE/TsRvGe869wI/AAAAAAAAE14/rWm-AX12Vj0/s1600/DSC_1125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a4vx3lJupQE/TsRvGe869wI/AAAAAAAAE14/rWm-AX12Vj0/s640/DSC_1125.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m4RWafArBVI/TsRvHB6lpII/AAAAAAAAE2A/aKnkDDQF4Ng/s1600/DSC_1127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m4RWafArBVI/TsRvHB6lpII/AAAAAAAAE2A/aKnkDDQF4Ng/s640/DSC_1127.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0QoU5RTsYnU/TsRvIGQyIiI/AAAAAAAAE2M/ptwRgcj_oZo/s1600/DSC_1129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0QoU5RTsYnU/TsRvIGQyIiI/AAAAAAAAE2M/ptwRgcj_oZo/s640/DSC_1129.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iamusfAuJiM/TsRvJbBXInI/AAAAAAAAE2U/T3ScVz3BFHM/s1600/DSC_1131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iamusfAuJiM/TsRvJbBXInI/AAAAAAAAE2U/T3ScVz3BFHM/s640/DSC_1131.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYywC19RLqc/TsRvKKWAjtI/AAAAAAAAE2c/XMDVbMBHP58/s1600/DSC_1132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYywC19RLqc/TsRvKKWAjtI/AAAAAAAAE2c/XMDVbMBHP58/s640/DSC_1132.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The little animals that the girls are playing with are from the most recent conference Ryan went to (we didn't go this time). They are a squishy foam (like a stress ball). The girls love them, especially Sarah. Unfortunately, the material isn't child-durable. The limbs and ears have all but torn off, super glue works awesome, but I don't know how many times I can super glue it before it is a solid mass of crusty, super glued foam. We'll find out I guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for bringing back the perfect surprise from your trip Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-4375275125600467698?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4375275125600467698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=4375275125600467698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4375275125600467698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4375275125600467698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-its-not-you.html' title='No its not you...'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmZIasP16To/TsRvBd9cwjI/AAAAAAAAE1Q/eUUtIuVjdco/s72-c/DSC_1114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-5891255283328170988</id><published>2011-11-16T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:13:00.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Duties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really starting to wonder how we ended up with such a girlie lil girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Abby is quite the princess. If I don't close her closet in the morning then she rummages through it and puts on whatever dress she can reach. The frillier the better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This has resulted in going to the doctor's in princess costumes, tutus, petticoats and even nice sunday dresses. Usually she still will have "normal" clothes underneath, but the constant ooo's and ahh's from older adults only encourage her obsession with looking the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of Princess Abby's daily activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Caring for orphans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aeiEOhwDrGc/TsRsRneohuI/AAAAAAAAE0w/rBkRP12Sezk/s1600/DSC_1096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aeiEOhwDrGc/TsRsRneohuI/AAAAAAAAE0w/rBkRP12Sezk/s640/DSC_1096.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Responding to royal fan {e}mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLCPU0-eFxg/TsRsSr-aJwI/AAAAAAAAE04/HXB6iZrDrnA/s1600/DSC_1098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLCPU0-eFxg/TsRsSr-aJwI/AAAAAAAAE04/HXB6iZrDrnA/s640/DSC_1098.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected surprises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jZNTLWBS6Ug/TsRsTiDMDtI/AAAAAAAAE08/FG2iYcmn7ZQ/s1600/DSC_1099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jZNTLWBS6Ug/TsRsTiDMDtI/AAAAAAAAE08/FG2iYcmn7ZQ/s640/DSC_1099.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And {of course} lots and lots of twirling and dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vZZyYVxAkf0/TsRsUsnhLKI/AAAAAAAAE1E/nJoe7mnpSyM/s1600/DSC_1100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vZZyYVxAkf0/TsRsUsnhLKI/AAAAAAAAE1E/nJoe7mnpSyM/s640/DSC_1100.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a tough job raising a princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least I have lots of support from Disney and Barbie movies to make sure I get it right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you my lil' Abby. You'll always be my princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-5891255283328170988?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5891255283328170988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=5891255283328170988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5891255283328170988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5891255283328170988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/princess-duties.html' title='Princess Duties'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aeiEOhwDrGc/TsRsRneohuI/AAAAAAAAE0w/rBkRP12Sezk/s72-c/DSC_1096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-4111030029547057575</id><published>2011-11-16T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:03:27.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Festivities (finally)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know... November is already half way over... and I am just barely getting to Halloween.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry Grandmas &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and whoever else happens to stop by)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway. We had a little bit of craziness surrounding our Halloween.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Saturday before Ryan was invited by some of the Dorris Duke Fellows to go pick pumpkins at a pumpkin patch. Ryan always feels guilty because they are constantly inviting him to things, and he always declining the invitation (granted, most of them are to dinner at bars or happy hour... but still, he feels bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was something he could say yes to the family coming to. The only set back was that the farm was 45 minutes away, and they wanted to meet up at 2-3pm to pick pumpkins, and we had our ward trunk or treat that night at 5pm (which we had signed up to bring Chili to).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So... we still decided to go, promising ourselves we'd only stay for half and hour and leave with plenty of time to get to the ward party.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was cold and rainy... so the only pictures I got were in the barn with the baby animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah saying "hi" to Tic Tack the calf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1mwZG1JYfw/TsRnS3IfXhI/AAAAAAAAEz4/JcfDT7pfqyo/s1600/DSC_1059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1mwZG1JYfw/TsRnS3IfXhI/AAAAAAAAEz4/JcfDT7pfqyo/s640/DSC_1059.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby said "hi" too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMWNnGSqd2A/TsRnU3gHn4I/AAAAAAAAE0A/QD8ah6MKY9U/s1600/DSC_1064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMWNnGSqd2A/TsRnU3gHn4I/AAAAAAAAE0A/QD8ah6MKY9U/s640/DSC_1064.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah petting the donkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RCq0C_HQnnA/TsRnW5aBXTI/AAAAAAAAE0I/E7UFGniq2yM/s1600/DSC_1065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RCq0C_HQnnA/TsRnW5aBXTI/AAAAAAAAE0I/E7UFGniq2yM/s640/DSC_1065.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well as you can guess we didn't leave in time. We didn't even get a pumpkin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls did however get covered in mud and their boots and pants were soaked up to their thighs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and Abby was completely soaked because she fell over into a huge mud puddle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, it was still fun getting to meet some of the other fellows and feeling somewhat social.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we rushed home and threw our costumes on and got ready to go to the ward Trunk or Treating party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are Snow White and Sleeping Beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uE9jGI8CzSY/TsRnYI7pE6I/AAAAAAAAE0Q/pcrlEHvYxMY/s1600/DSC_1070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uE9jGI8CzSY/TsRnYI7pE6I/AAAAAAAAE0Q/pcrlEHvYxMY/s640/DSC_1070.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Snow White costume (all but the cape) is courtesy of my mother and her amazing sewing skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did the sleeping beauty one, and it definitely has its faults. haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prince Phillip and Sleeping Beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzCPRgLhC4s/TsRnY_xpPMI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/Jjt6Y117GDQ/s1600/DSC_1073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzCPRgLhC4s/TsRnY_xpPMI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/Jjt6Y117GDQ/s640/DSC_1073.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Ryan, you are such a good sport.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for taking on the roll of the sexiest Disney prince out there. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_eaJbYQ4IY/TsRnauKiITI/AAAAAAAAE0g/fjgUy4QMvb4/s1600/DSC_1081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_eaJbYQ4IY/TsRnauKiITI/AAAAAAAAE0g/fjgUy4QMvb4/s640/DSC_1081.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes, I don't match, but I thought it was a clever costume.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have gotten a picture of my backside, but I was a magic 8 ball.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the back I had the blue triangle, and my answer was, "It's a Boy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you notice, Ryan and I have hurried looks on our faces. That is because we are about half an hour late and my friend (who didn't want to go in by herself) was waiting in the car for us to get there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We showed up just in time to catch all of the ward heading up for dinner, missed the trunk or treating by seconds. It really was sad. I felt so bad that I made my friend and her daughter miss it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we enjoyed some chili and pie and then walked around and did cute Halloween games with the kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah eating a cookie off of a string.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2KP36bztaU/TsRnclqJWYI/AAAAAAAAE0o/t2tuz-IkZ6k/s1600/DSC_1083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2KP36bztaU/TsRnclqJWYI/AAAAAAAAE0o/t2tuz-IkZ6k/s640/DSC_1083.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup... that is the end of the pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween night was kind of crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was cold and started raining about an hour before trick or treating began.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This unfortunately made it miserable for the girls, Abby's cough kicked up and we had to banish her to the car, and Sarah's skirt was so long and got wet and heavy she didn't want to trick or treat anymore. So I walked around for a bit with my friend and her daughter and finally let Sarah just kick the skirt and then she had lots of fun hitting up the few houses by ours for candy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ended up with far too many treats (of which the adults at home happily inspected) and lots of cute memories of our two princesses trick or treating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One cute thing about Abby's first real trick or treating experience is that every time she would get candy she would say, "Thank you much" first time we've heard her say this, and it was darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till next year halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-4111030029547057575?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4111030029547057575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=4111030029547057575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4111030029547057575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/4111030029547057575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-festivities-finally.html' title='Halloween Festivities (finally)'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1mwZG1JYfw/TsRnS3IfXhI/AAAAAAAAEz4/JcfDT7pfqyo/s72-c/DSC_1059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-1796904391063945101</id><published>2011-11-15T11:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:39:30.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sister</title><content type='html'>All I have to say is darn these pregnancy hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly being turned into an emotional blob, that melts into a puddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when reading about my sweet neice's baby blessing, and the loving and tender emotions surrounding her mother's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or feeling so proud of another niece for performing so well in a piano recital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or from a call from a thoughtful sister or sister in law just to see how I'm feeling and keeping me company (on the phone) from a long day filled with just kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, the most common recipe for an emotional Liz blob is my sweet, sweet Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;She is becoming such a wonderful big sister and I love her so much, and am so proud of her. I tell her this often, but my heart aches for her to know how much I really mean the words I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were eating some left over mac n' cheese and apples, and there was really only enough mac n' cheese for one good serving. I still split it into two bowls and hoped apples and whatever else I could rummage up would make up the difference. Both girls immediately scarfed down their bowls. Abby finished first and politely asked, "More mac n' cheese, please?" I told her how it was all gone, she looked to her sister who still had two or three bites left. Then Sarah, very slowly, snuck two fork fulls from her bowl into Abby's, "Look Abby! You have some more mac n' cheese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And that is where the tears come in. So sweet and loving. She was starving (probably more so than Abby, based on what she'd eaten earlier, or hadn't rather) but saw how sad Abby was feeling and did her best to help. Thank you Sarah for being so sweet and loving &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(don't know where it comes from)&lt;/span&gt;, it makes me want to be a better mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I stick to bogging myself down with ridiculous craft ideas and trying to maintain my ever cluttered home. Its the only way I'm going to survive the remainder of these crazy hormones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-1796904391063945101?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1796904391063945101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=1796904391063945101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/1796904391063945101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/1796904391063945101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/sweet-sister.html' title='Sweet Sister'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-7843270668577908551</id><published>2011-11-03T17:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:31:34.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nose by any other name would still...smell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what has gotten into my girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week Sarah brought home three beaded bracelets (made with pipe cleaner and plastic beads). Of course one of them had to break and spill beads all over. I wasn't too concerned because both Sarah and Abby have out grown the putting-things-in-their-mouth stage, so I had them find all they could see, and figured the rest would show up or get vacuumed up later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I should have been worried about Abby and her obsession with putting things in her nose. She loves to pull fuzzies off of her blanket and sniff them up (weird, I know). Well, she was mindlessly watching a show and had a bead and *pop* up the nose she pushed it. She immediately started crying (and I quickly hung up on my mom) and went over to assess. The last thing I needed was to run her to the ER. Luckily Abby had a slight cold and her nose was... well, really lubricated. So I gently squeezed the bridge of her nose in a downward motion and we eventually got it out. *sigh* What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't think that story in of itself was enough to blog about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(well maybe it would have been from the perspective of my mom who was on the phone while it happened)&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;but in combination of what just happened... I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was working on a project when all of the sudden I heard Sarah "blowing" her nose, and abruptly stopping and bursting into tears. Now Sarah is a drama queen, so I thought maybe whatever she blew out of her nose disturbed her. So I made my way upstairs to investigate. I found Sarah holding an apple with one hand and covering her nose with the other, bawling.&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What's wrong Sarah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah: "My nose hurts"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why... wait, did you put something in your nose?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah: "A-huh"&amp;nbsp;(yes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "What?!! What did you put in your nose? *looks at apple* Did you put &lt;i&gt;apple&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in your nose?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah: *nods*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "Sweetie, why on Earth did you put &lt;b&gt;apple&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;in your &lt;i&gt;nose&lt;/i&gt;!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah: "I was trying to taste it different"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no clue how or why she thought to try and eat some apple with her nose, but sure enough, there was a slightly larger than her nostril hole sized chunk of apple shoved up her nose. Luckily a pair of tweezers were able to pull it out&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (with a little help of Sarah blowing it out at the end)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... we are on high alert at our house for objects of a nostril-stuffing size.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help me if I find Ryan with something stuck in &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;nose! I may lose it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-7843270668577908551?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7843270668577908551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=7843270668577908551' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7843270668577908551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7843270668577908551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/nose-is-nose.html' title='A Nose by any other name would still...smell?'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-3802579307677734259</id><published>2011-10-28T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:47:57.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah's First Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the 26th of October Sarah got to take her first ever field trip with her preschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think one of the most exciting parts for her was riding on the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jC7Oy5qzm6o/TqtJlPuz-nI/AAAAAAAAExc/X8jgtNImW5Q/s1600/DSC_1005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jC7Oy5qzm6o/TqtJlPuz-nI/AAAAAAAAExc/X8jgtNImW5Q/s640/DSC_1005.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I on the other hand, for got how bumpy it is to ride on the bus, was not comfortable at all for an 8 month pregnant lady. But it was worth it to see Sarah's excitement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is with our bus we took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbfDcO2QNAA/TqtJmBXVuFI/AAAAAAAAExk/DYrOyPN0cBQ/s1600/DSC_1006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbfDcO2QNAA/TqtJmBXVuFI/AAAAAAAAExk/DYrOyPN0cBQ/s640/DSC_1006.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first thing we did was take a hay ride up to the pumpkin patch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah with her BFF Emery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZvU6w37JPU/TqtJpEVDW_I/AAAAAAAAEx8/-js7hd8MJfE/s1600/DSC_1009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZvU6w37JPU/TqtJpEVDW_I/AAAAAAAAEx8/-js7hd8MJfE/s640/DSC_1009.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am with Sarah, all ready for our hay ride to the pumpkin patch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gi1xBYxpD7c/TqtJsE7x6oI/AAAAAAAAEyU/rm4oYGw1EVQ/s1600/DSC_1013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gi1xBYxpD7c/TqtJsE7x6oI/AAAAAAAAEyU/rm4oYGw1EVQ/s640/DSC_1013.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Along the way they stopped and told us a fun story about the Farmer and his Scarecrow, Stuffie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One morning the farmer came out to his pumpkin patch and saw that all of his pumpkins were painted green! He asked Stuffie the Scarecrow about it and he said that he thought the preschool kids would like green pumpkins, so he painted them green.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Farmer explained how the kids were expecting orange pumpkins for halloween, and so he sent Stuffie out to paint them all back to orange.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although, some of them he missed, so we may see a pumpkin or two that had green on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we kept going there were Scarecrows along the way, every time we saw one we all had to yell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Do not paint the pumpkins green,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leave them orange for Halloween!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kiddos really thought this was fun to do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It had rained all night and morning and stopped hours before our field trip. So it was lots of fun squishing around in the mud to find our pumpkins. Sarah and I both got to pick one, and we had to pull them right off of the vine our selves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pdkkuAEIBK8/TqtJtt8g5hI/AAAAAAAAEyc/cs2kg2Cc6js/s1600/DSC_1015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pdkkuAEIBK8/TqtJtt8g5hI/AAAAAAAAEyc/cs2kg2Cc6js/s640/DSC_1015.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily they gave us bags to carry them in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(which was great with the mud, and it was easier to carry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEvLTVJVUY/TqtJvB51ucI/AAAAAAAAEyk/vnETCqC30lU/s1600/DSC_1017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEvLTVJVUY/TqtJvB51ucI/AAAAAAAAEyk/vnETCqC30lU/s640/DSC_1017.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah in the pumpkin patch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bsNaR3j3NoE/TqtJwHXKPcI/AAAAAAAAEys/o8R53L8f7xA/s1600/DSC_1022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bsNaR3j3NoE/TqtJwHXKPcI/AAAAAAAAEys/o8R53L8f7xA/s640/DSC_1022.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all loaded back up into the tractor and headed the rest of the way through the farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids all got to go through a Candyland Corn Maze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6lLUKglvGA/TqtJxyGFFHI/AAAAAAAAEy0/-wHuHuYCJz4/s1600/DSC_1029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6lLUKglvGA/TqtJxyGFFHI/AAAAAAAAEy0/-wHuHuYCJz4/s640/DSC_1029.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then walked around where they had different nursery rhyme scenes set up and recited them all together. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Sarah's documented height.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69PJtu1orzk/TqtJzLKGLfI/AAAAAAAAEy8/Soj_DwtJMZ8/s1600/DSC_1031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69PJtu1orzk/TqtJzLKGLfI/AAAAAAAAEy8/Soj_DwtJMZ8/s640/DSC_1031.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then learned how pumpkins grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-47f1qEUOtac/TqtJ0apRBXI/AAAAAAAAEzE/Q29UC2EXdyg/s1600/DSC_1032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-47f1qEUOtac/TqtJ0apRBXI/AAAAAAAAEzE/Q29UC2EXdyg/s640/DSC_1032.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the kiddos got to slide down this big slide to get to the next area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(My friend Joan even went down with Emery, who was a little timid about the slide. What a good mom!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JowJl1302UU/TqtJ1cLuZcI/AAAAAAAAEzM/QhXdKkgE_JM/s1600/DSC_1033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JowJl1302UU/TqtJ1cLuZcI/AAAAAAAAEzM/QhXdKkgE_JM/s640/DSC_1033.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids all got a handfull of dried corn to feed to the animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mugxEYOPCgE/TqtJ4nCtBVI/AAAAAAAAEzk/hyR3oW6yN98/s1600/DSC_1039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mugxEYOPCgE/TqtJ4nCtBVI/AAAAAAAAEzk/hyR3oW6yN98/s640/DSC_1039.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah fed the goats, sheep and a big cow who used her long tongue to lick them out of your hand. Sarah thought that was pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xJvnx8HaaG0/TqtJ5jNqghI/AAAAAAAAEzs/bcgjQ207iNY/s1600/DSC_1044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xJvnx8HaaG0/TqtJ5jNqghI/AAAAAAAAEzs/bcgjQ207iNY/s640/DSC_1044.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all washed up (as best we could) had a snack and then loaded back onto the bus to head home. It was such a cute first field trip. I'm so lucky that Ryan was able to stay home with Abby so that I could go with Sarah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you SarBear. Thanks for letting your mama tag along on your first field trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-3802579307677734259?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3802579307677734259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=3802579307677734259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/3802579307677734259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/3802579307677734259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/sarahs-first-field-trip.html' title='Sarah&apos;s First Field Trip'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jC7Oy5qzm6o/TqtJlPuz-nI/AAAAAAAAExc/X8jgtNImW5Q/s72-c/DSC_1005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-3052717065476373758</id><published>2011-10-28T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:12:31.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DC Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Friday was the last day at the hotel for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan had to be to his conference at 6am, and so it was up to me to get us packed up and checked out on time. Which wasn't hard considering the whole family ended getting up with Ryan at 5:30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;º-º&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So tired...but, I got the girls up and in their swim suits and went for a quick swim that morning and then got them dressed, bags all packed up and lugged out to the car &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(which was tricky because the baggage carts were all being used... and I probably carried things I shouldn't have... but I did it!)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We headed to a McDonalds around the corner to wait for Ryan to be done with his conference and then decided that Ryan needed to do &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;fun on this trip &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(since the only fun thing he did with us was go to McDonalds for ice cream Thursday evening)&lt;/span&gt;. So we decided to be crazy and head to the National Mall in DC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, I wasn't too excited at first. I was just dreading the drive to Columbia, MD, in rush hour to visit some friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But it was perfect. The drive into DC was beautiful AND we found a spot in a FREE 3-hour parking spot, just one smithsonian over from the Natural History Smithsonian&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (the one we wanted to take the girls to)&lt;/span&gt;. So we walked over and got to explore the outside exhibit of the National Art Gallery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-95UBREr-gUw/TqsWe-B8zOI/AAAAAAAAExE/m-5KLSZbJxs/s1600/DSC_0998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-95UBREr-gUw/TqsWe-B8zOI/AAAAAAAAExE/m-5KLSZbJxs/s640/DSC_0998.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We even had some older lady run up and scold me for not being in the family picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, family picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After she handed me my camera back she told me that I should be more careful because she could have run off with our camera. Thanks lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Sarah picking the nose of a triceratops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(this is for G'ma Lisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x82M8evpwf0/TqsWgUSpgNI/AAAAAAAAExM/PwmW0PH7aWw/s1600/DSC_0999.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x82M8evpwf0/TqsWgUSpgNI/AAAAAAAAExM/PwmW0PH7aWw/s640/DSC_0999.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Ry &amp;amp; Abby in the entrance of the Smithsonian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwaaCs844rQ/TqsWhr8IjzI/AAAAAAAAExU/t4jWDLzaAVs/s1600/DSC_1002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwaaCs844rQ/TqsWhr8IjzI/AAAAAAAAExU/t4jWDLzaAVs/s640/DSC_1002.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was crowded, and Abby kept wanting to run away from us, but we had so much fun exploring the exhibits. We probably only walked throw two or three of them, but we didn't care. The girls were having fun looking at all of the interesting things &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(like dung beetles, giant spiders, bones, dinosaurs and the Hope Diamond)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After three hours we decided it was time to go and headed to our good friends the Cramer's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(They lived by us in Pittsburgh for two years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They were kind enough to let us come crash at their house Friday night and watch our kids so Ryan and I could go to the temple Saturday morning &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(so grateful!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah and Abby had so much fun playing with their friends Cody &amp;amp; Kylee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In fact, just yesterday Sarah told me that she had a dream about a giant scary spider... and that Cody moved back to Pittsburgh so she could play with him!!&lt;br /&gt;It was a great way to finish up our little getaway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Tiffany and Steve for feeding us, watching our kiddos and giving us a bed for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You're the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-3052717065476373758?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3052717065476373758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=3052717065476373758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/3052717065476373758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/3052717065476373758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/dc-adventures.html' title='DC Adventures'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-95UBREr-gUw/TqsWe-B8zOI/AAAAAAAAExE/m-5KLSZbJxs/s72-c/DSC_0998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-3143248912806477626</id><published>2011-10-28T16:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T16:55:09.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>McCrillis Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The hotel we stayed at in Bethesda had odd swimming hours (6am-10am and 4pm-8pm) so on Thursday when I had the girls to myself all day while Ryan was at his conference I researched something fun and free to do in the Bethesda area.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I discovered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1hcPAScdwQ/TqsQRGZsBdI/AAAAAAAAEvM/U0CYrzf7Dcs/s1600/DSC_0891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1hcPAScdwQ/TqsQRGZsBdI/AAAAAAAAEvM/U0CYrzf7Dcs/s640/DSC_0891.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;McCrillis Gardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a home that sits on a large lot and is beautifully maintained. It was eventually donated to the Maryland National Parks Commission so that the public could enjoy the beauty of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were so excited to go in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah asked me right at the front gate to take her picture by these "Beeeeautiful fowers"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0QKBw6O0sK8/TqsQSCpNccI/AAAAAAAAEvU/QNn79l_kIt0/s1600/DSC_0892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0QKBw6O0sK8/TqsQSCpNccI/AAAAAAAAEvU/QNn79l_kIt0/s640/DSC_0892.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I was trying to get Abby to get in the picture as well we pleasantly discovered this fuzzy brown and black caterpillar &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(just follow where Sarah is looking, it is on the underside of a leaf)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-__CzJVYOa9o/TqsQTGdEmzI/AAAAAAAAEvc/SCV7flRk1Ko/s1600/DSC_0896.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-__CzJVYOa9o/TqsQTGdEmzI/AAAAAAAAEvc/SCV7flRk1Ko/s640/DSC_0896.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With all of the tall trees, and the overcast day it was the perfect setting for lots and lots of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah cooperated so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-NEjCmjkTw/TqsQT8LgHLI/AAAAAAAAEvk/cWNd-PF6AUU/s1600/DSC_0900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-NEjCmjkTw/TqsQT8LgHLI/AAAAAAAAEvk/cWNd-PF6AUU/s640/DSC_0900.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby... not so much. She had a cold, and was sort of being miss I'm-grumpy-and-don't-want-to-listen-or-do-anything-mom-says pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the best I got...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ju6PHdfyTwM/TqsQUpKbQRI/AAAAAAAAEvs/tlRi1Yf-jwc/s1600/DSC_0913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ju6PHdfyTwM/TqsQUpKbQRI/AAAAAAAAEvs/tlRi1Yf-jwc/s640/DSC_0913.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any halfway decent shot of Abby... was the one shot Sarah wasn't looking. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WxJg9o7fVgU/TqsQVwHbxmI/AAAAAAAAEv0/WXhEZSzCogE/s1600/DSC_0917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WxJg9o7fVgU/TqsQVwHbxmI/AAAAAAAAEv0/WXhEZSzCogE/s640/DSC_0917.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had several pavillions and gazeboes in the garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5lCrGDUIjyo/TqsQW53NzfI/AAAAAAAAEv8/mbaMKCVcPWE/s1600/DSC_0935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5lCrGDUIjyo/TqsQW53NzfI/AAAAAAAAEv8/mbaMKCVcPWE/s640/DSC_0935.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my attempt at getting a shot of the three of us together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't those trees in the background look great... they're at least in focus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWQLsIfDxns/TqsQYIlWEkI/AAAAAAAAEwE/KmRLNGFVB-k/s1600/DSC_0940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWQLsIfDxns/TqsQYIlWEkI/AAAAAAAAEwE/KmRLNGFVB-k/s640/DSC_0940.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is such a sweet picture, and you can really see that Abby wasn't herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TlCB0wvpiUk/TqsQZD3iRDI/AAAAAAAAEwM/tA5XqhP_EGA/s1600/DSC_0962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TlCB0wvpiUk/TqsQZD3iRDI/AAAAAAAAEwM/tA5XqhP_EGA/s640/DSC_0962.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one and only smile of the day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(that I caught on camera, she did enjoy running around the paths of the gardens)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1bhswOTjA4I/TqsQaNRkxZI/AAAAAAAAEwU/npaUivnkoYo/s1600/DSC_0968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1bhswOTjA4I/TqsQaNRkxZI/AAAAAAAAEwU/npaUivnkoYo/s640/DSC_0968.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVED this mossy gazebo. It made me think of Ryan's G'ma June.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He promised her to build her a gazebo one day... I'm sure once we settle down and own a home, there will be a similar gazebo built in our backyard dedicated to G'ma June.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do you think I can get it delivered pre-mossy? I just love the moss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2ptWQGUQ7Y/TqsQbfhfOOI/AAAAAAAAEwc/0P8il-sPuMk/s1600/DSC_0973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2ptWQGUQ7Y/TqsQbfhfOOI/AAAAAAAAEwc/0P8il-sPuMk/s640/DSC_0973.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah is such a great big sister.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WGzT_S6GKMU/TqsQcfL4PjI/AAAAAAAAEwk/kbPyi_fra60/s1600/DSC_0974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WGzT_S6GKMU/TqsQcfL4PjI/AAAAAAAAEwk/kbPyi_fra60/s640/DSC_0974.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The following shots were more like this, Sarah being oblivious and Abby picking the petals off of this&amp;nbsp;hydrangea and throwing them at Sarah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZvijueU_y8/TqsQdUFuXLI/AAAAAAAAEws/-OafiNbnhRk/s1600/DSC_0980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZvijueU_y8/TqsQdUFuXLI/AAAAAAAAEws/-OafiNbnhRk/s640/DSC_0980.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHEESE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SbsAao-SwkQ/TqsQeRS2D0I/AAAAAAAAEw0/R4_DI1XEeRE/s1600/DSC_0988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SbsAao-SwkQ/TqsQeRS2D0I/AAAAAAAAEw0/R4_DI1XEeRE/s640/DSC_0988.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to get a picture of this hosta with gianormous leaves. They were seriously bigger than my face... of course it was at this point that Sarah informed me that she had to go potty and couldn't hold it any longer. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pm4GwOdqeAM/TqsQfWI--yI/AAAAAAAAEw8/zwvH9wjmbCo/s1600/DSC_0994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pm4GwOdqeAM/TqsQfWI--yI/AAAAAAAAEw8/zwvH9wjmbCo/s640/DSC_0994.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we ran to a potty... and she was right... she couldn't hold it any longer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, I didn't have a spar anything for her in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The joys of being a mom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a beautiful afternoon, I loved being outside in the cool fall air and letting the girls run around and explore the gardens. It wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be, but it was still beautiful. I hope that maybe we'll be in the DC area at the time of spring or early summer to see it in full bloom. I bet it is breath taking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-3143248912806477626?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3143248912806477626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=3143248912806477626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/3143248912806477626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/3143248912806477626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/mccrillis-gardens.html' title='McCrillis Gardens'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1hcPAScdwQ/TqsQRGZsBdI/AAAAAAAAEvM/U0CYrzf7Dcs/s72-c/DSC_0891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-991491498364974300</id><published>2011-10-24T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T00:07:54.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel Beach Bums</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan attended a conference this past weekend in Bethesda, Maryland and so the girls and I decided to tag along and enjoy a {mostly} free hotel stay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The hotel luckily had a pool (other wise I don't know if I would have gone) and so we went swimming three times during our short little two night stay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My lil' water babies were so excited to go to the pool I could have gotten them to do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, of course I begged them for a couple of photos before we went up to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYU7ZDBqUF4/TqThE2TjXUI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/Hgm4_aewaE8/s1600/DSC_0862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYU7ZDBqUF4/TqThE2TjXUI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/Hgm4_aewaE8/s640/DSC_0862.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are becoming such sweet friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FaGWuURIN_c/TqThFpoPQ3I/AAAAAAAAEuY/bnugE502OyA/s1600/DSC_0867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FaGWuURIN_c/TqThFpoPQ3I/AAAAAAAAEuY/bnugE502OyA/s640/DSC_0867.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the adoring look on Abby's face in this one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pKVRguvGtk4/TqThGrhs4WI/AAAAAAAAEug/loVUg0N6K_s/s1600/DSC_0872.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pKVRguvGtk4/TqThGrhs4WI/AAAAAAAAEug/loVUg0N6K_s/s640/DSC_0872.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So excited!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sOzEdBs42Fo/TqThIo2_d8I/AAAAAAAAEuo/Ji3Mo7zLNGw/s1600/DSC_0875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sOzEdBs42Fo/TqThIo2_d8I/AAAAAAAAEuo/Ji3Mo7zLNGw/s640/DSC_0875.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awe... loves!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPnmXCO8ERs/TqThJf_rUPI/AAAAAAAAEuw/TDpURKsfqxw/s1600/DSC_0878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPnmXCO8ERs/TqThJf_rUPI/AAAAAAAAEuw/TDpURKsfqxw/s640/DSC_0878.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah was being so funny... and of course Abby had to be just like big sister.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KU7AB20AuM/TqThKBfNIlI/AAAAAAAAEu4/WOivE2L_kyM/s1600/DSC_0881.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KU7AB20AuM/TqThKBfNIlI/AAAAAAAAEu4/WOivE2L_kyM/s640/DSC_0881.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this last one too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I love my cute lil' girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so fun to go swimming with them. They are getting quite good. If Ryan would have been able to go with us, I would have braved letting them try to swim with out their floaties for a bit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for getting mommy in the pool girls! I had fun swimming with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-991491498364974300?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/991491498364974300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=991491498364974300' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/991491498364974300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/991491498364974300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/hotel-beach-bums.html' title='Hotel Beach Bums'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYU7ZDBqUF4/TqThE2TjXUI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/Hgm4_aewaE8/s72-c/DSC_0862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-3340624421580819531</id><published>2011-10-23T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T23:46:58.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pittsburgh's National Aviary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The past two years I missed going to the Aviary on RADical days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a pricey lil' place, so I was excited to remember this year, and go for free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met up with some friends and it was fun to get out of the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(despite the cranky kids... what is the deal lately?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't they look so cute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIkWnLnezpI/TqTZ2S21ftI/AAAAAAAAEtg/v0ps79_XiMs/s1600/DSC_0817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="446" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIkWnLnezpI/TqTZ2S21ftI/AAAAAAAAEtg/v0ps79_XiMs/s640/DSC_0817.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Sarah being an owl. &lt;br /&gt;She loves to put her hands in her hoodie and pretend that she has wings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3GX4eAo3Vx0/TqTZ3rN32eI/AAAAAAAAEto/nQ3gwJI5T94/s1600/DSC_0820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3GX4eAo3Vx0/TqTZ3rN32eI/AAAAAAAAEto/nQ3gwJI5T94/s640/DSC_0820.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've received a lot of rain lately and so the kids were excited to see the sun a bit and run around outside... or course they wanted to continue that running inside the extremely crammed aviary... but we made it in and out with out loosing track of them too many times&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(and by them I mean Abby)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Km5hXn6pMy0/TqTZ5EY-SOI/AAAAAAAAEtw/oDZOA3y5m38/s1600/DSC_0821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Km5hXn6pMy0/TqTZ5EY-SOI/AAAAAAAAEtw/oDZOA3y5m38/s640/DSC_0821.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah loves owls, and so she requested a picture with her friends by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LzRep8Jfsqs/TqTZ53M4iII/AAAAAAAAEt4/cesSrNttj_0/s1600/DSC_0833.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LzRep8Jfsqs/TqTZ53M4iII/AAAAAAAAEt4/cesSrNttj_0/s640/DSC_0833.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we were waiting to enter an exhibit the girls had fun looking at the&amp;nbsp;toucans&amp;nbsp;and this funny little black bird (don't remember the name) that kept coming over to say hi to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1gpixCgZJU/TqTZ6mr2MSI/AAAAAAAAEuA/4nuAcN8H9JY/s1600/DSC_0839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1gpixCgZJU/TqTZ6mr2MSI/AAAAAAAAEuA/4nuAcN8H9JY/s640/DSC_0839.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah in front of a Macaw. She has a new favorite shirt with a Macaw on it that she loves. She'll walk up to random people in the store and tell them about her purple Macaw shirt (when she is wearing it). I don't know where she learned to call it a Macaw, and not a parrot, but I think it is fun that she loves it so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lc9-ILFynec/TqTZ7kPCshI/AAAAAAAAEuI/WgZN2jU5YvE/s1600/DSC_0859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lc9-ILFynec/TqTZ7kPCshI/AAAAAAAAEuI/WgZN2jU5YvE/s640/DSC_0859.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a&lt;strike&gt;n exhausting&lt;/strike&gt; fun lil' trip out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, if I dare go on the overwhelming busy "free" day, I'll try to make sure the girls have had a full nights rest so that they will hopefully listen a little better, and not wear mommy out quite so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay for free events!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-3340624421580819531?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3340624421580819531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=3340624421580819531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/3340624421580819531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/3340624421580819531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/pittsburghs-national-aviary.html' title='Pittsburgh&apos;s National Aviary'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIkWnLnezpI/TqTZ2S21ftI/AAAAAAAAEtg/v0ps79_XiMs/s72-c/DSC_0817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-1682063624047947946</id><published>2011-10-23T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T23:05:20.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulgarian Cultural Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HuSLpiYHU7A/TqTNr8a8XkI/AAAAAAAAEs4/FSVcDWK6_eQ/s1600/DSC_0805.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HuSLpiYHU7A/TqTNr8a8XkI/AAAAAAAAEs4/FSVcDWK6_eQ/s640/DSC_0805.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of the RADical days events included the Bulgarian Cultural Center being open to the public.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother Patrick served his mission there, so when I saw this on the RADical days event schedule, it was a "must-do".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are, excited to go in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZG7T9ztyVw/TqTNtJWtlwI/AAAAAAAAEtA/ANXeQdo5ZYs/s1600/DSC_0807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZG7T9ztyVw/TqTNtJWtlwI/AAAAAAAAEtA/ANXeQdo5ZYs/s640/DSC_0807.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Yea... doesn't Abby look thrilled?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a small, two story building. When we walked in it was&amp;nbsp;eerily quiet, but we ventured upstairs to find someone to direct us to "the event". There were various paintings hung in a large room and they were setting up for something... just not any sort of RADical day event. hahah...greeeaaat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, it was a great room for enhancing our girls whines and screams, so we headed down to check out what could possibly be on the bottom floor. This was a small room, lined with display cases along the walls, and filled with tables in the middle of the room. At which, there was what appeared to be some meeting going on. Before we could slip back out un-noticed, and elderly gentleman swooped up next to us and eagerly asked us if we'd like a tour &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;("of what?" were my thoughts)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well we walked around the tables of people eating/chatting and briefly caught snippets of Bulgarian history through Abby's wails and screams &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(she, of course, decided it would be a great time to show everyone she was two, and how else but a royal tantrum?).&lt;/span&gt; All the while, the sweet elderly man pressed on with his never-ending facts... which I'm sure were throughly interesting if I caught more than three words in a row.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did however find the Martenista tradition pretty interesting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERxHNsKE_U4/TqTSX1KhirI/AAAAAAAAEtY/u5mjF-Ukllk/s1600/DSC_0808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERxHNsKE_U4/TqTSX1KhirI/AAAAAAAAEtY/u5mjF-Ukllk/s640/DSC_0808.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a tradition where they celebrate the signs of spring and make and give each other these Martenitzas on the first of March. There is no one way to make one, but they are always done in red and white to symbolize purity and truth. Kind of a fun tradition. I thought it would have been cute if they had a small table set up for kids to try making their own Martenitza... but apparently, they don't get much traffic, even during RADical days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvqKGesPPSk/TqTNuFwquyI/AAAAAAAAEtI/UpoPn7-fdnc/s1600/DSC_0812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvqKGesPPSk/TqTNuFwquyI/AAAAAAAAEtI/UpoPn7-fdnc/s640/DSC_0812.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah thought these were picture worthy, and requested I take some to show Uncle Pat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did snag a little brochure with a little bit more info about Bulgaria &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(some that I could actually read and process when Abby wasn't screaming in my ear)&lt;/span&gt;. I thought I would share a little about the Bulgarian Rose. Bulgaria is one of the main sources of "attar of rose" the main ingredient in fine perfumes. Bulgaria has an area over twenty miles wide and one hundred milles long known as the "Valley of the Roses", where three-quarters of the world's rose oil is produced.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that it takes 60,000 roses to produce just &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;ounce of rose oil? Crazy huh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can only imagine how beautiful the Valley of the Roses must be in May/June when Roses are at their peak. Maybe one day my brother can take us there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Sarah was great during our brief tour of Bulgarian history and artifacts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm6fWAHrazE/TqTNvJFZxqI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/O-p1eThhcrM/s1600/DSC_0815.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm6fWAHrazE/TqTNvJFZxqI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/O-p1eThhcrM/s640/DSC_0815.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for humoring me, lil' family, and bearing with me as I drag you through one lame event after another. Good thing they love me. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-1682063624047947946?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1682063624047947946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=1682063624047947946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/1682063624047947946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/1682063624047947946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/10/bulgarian-cultural-center.html' title='Bulgarian Cultural Center'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HuSLpiYHU7A/TqTNr8a8XkI/AAAAAAAAEs4/FSVcDWK6_eQ/s72-c/DSC_0805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-2594560057125277349</id><published>2011-09-29T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T18:41:50.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedding and being Cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So my friend, Cathy has become quite the quilter, and every time she whips out a new one the craving to become a quilter rages inside of me. I've been wanting to make a matching quilt set for the girls, but never can get up the motivation (or budget in the required fabric... it is pricey).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So you can only imagine how excited I was to find a cute quilt &amp;amp; sham set on clearance at Target for $16!!! Holy cow! What a deal?!! (It was 75% off).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To make it even better, they also were clearing out the coordinating bedding set (comforter &amp;amp; sheet set) for $14!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND I had a $10 gift card to Target... so I got matching bedding for both beds for about $50!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Say wha?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I normally wouldn't blog about something like this, but my mom requested pictures... so I had to share the awesomeness along with the pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So here is the cute bedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Don't the owls match great?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JTKBvbymZM/ToTw747wolI/AAAAAAAAEsw/NECnqYw-J5M/s1600/DSC_0744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JTKBvbymZM/ToTw747wolI/AAAAAAAAEsw/NECnqYw-J5M/s640/DSC_0744.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The comforter is on the bed, with the quilt at the bottom, I liked the sham that came with the quilt set better so I used that. I didn't really consider the comforter set because the picture displayed the other side (which is the brown squares on the quilt), but when I realized the other side was so bright and cheery I was sold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really livens up the whole room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLH0jwRDQ94/ToTw86S-2QI/AAAAAAAAEs0/NozmUTcSG4k/s1600/DSC_0741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLH0jwRDQ94/ToTw86S-2QI/AAAAAAAAEs0/NozmUTcSG4k/s640/DSC_0741.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm really tempted to paint all of the furniture in their room white...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah love her cool, new bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3E_kFDwWH8/ToTw6fE79BI/AAAAAAAAEso/3eDJhLMzwVA/s1600/DSC_0758.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3E_kFDwWH8/ToTw6fE79BI/AAAAAAAAEso/3eDJhLMzwVA/s640/DSC_0758.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Perfect for, er, Pirating?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She wouldn't take off her new pirate gear we snagged at the Dollar Store.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But doesn't she look so cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2Gpobx8b_g/ToTw65Uai-I/AAAAAAAAEss/iucriEq8z44/s1600/DSC_0754.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2Gpobx8b_g/ToTw65Uai-I/AAAAAAAAEss/iucriEq8z44/s640/DSC_0754.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is all Sarah can be right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She does NOT like being called pretty, or cute, or beautiful, or amazing or anything else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has to be cool... or nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is really awkward when we are out and about and some sweet little grandma comes up to the girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Old Lady: "Oh look how cute you two are?!! You are just soooo pretty."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah: *Sarah scowls...* "I'm NOT pretty... I'm COOL!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Old Lady: "Oh no, you are so pretty. Don't ever think you aren't pretty."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah: "Hmffph"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "Why thank you, Sarah, she is so nice to say that... say thank you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah: *growls* "I'm cool mom... not pretty"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: *awkward laugh* Thanks, lets keep shopping... haha ha ha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have a cool daughter. Just so you all know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah is COOL... nothing else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-2594560057125277349?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2594560057125277349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=2594560057125277349' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/2594560057125277349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/2594560057125277349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/bedding-and-being-cool.html' title='Bedding and being Cool.'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JTKBvbymZM/ToTw747wolI/AAAAAAAAEsw/NECnqYw-J5M/s72-c/DSC_0744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-9013474385365401106</id><published>2011-09-24T19:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T19:46:58.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombs Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What on Earth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is Liz posting a picture of random toys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toys that have nothing in common other than one thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-klh1RJvgJIc/Tn5m4q9c2SI/AAAAAAAAEsU/gFJ2cglL_-I/s1600/DSC_0718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-klh1RJvgJIc/Tn5m4q9c2SI/AAAAAAAAEsU/gFJ2cglL_-I/s640/DSC_0718.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They were all chucked out our bathroom window this morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ask Sarah and Abby, because I still haven't figured it out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwEea_Wrxg0/Tn5m5QoGqCI/AAAAAAAAEsY/CAiWXKW26ys/s1600/DSC_0728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwEea_Wrxg0/Tn5m5QoGqCI/AAAAAAAAEsY/CAiWXKW26ys/s640/DSC_0728.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ryan and I were laying in bed, hopelessly willing ourselves to get up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I heard the girls playing in the bathroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first thought was that they were getting into the water... a recent obsession of theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I finally got up to see what mischief was up, I found two girls standing on a chair &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(that I had pushed into the bathroom to move furniture around... don't ask, I'm pregnant/nesting) &lt;/span&gt;both sticking their heads and half of their upper bodies out the window.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I flipped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so scared at what could of happened. It was a two story fall and wouldn't have ended well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby didn't care that I pulled her off the chair and out of the bathroom, but Sarah knew she was in trouble. This isn't the first time she threw things out of the window...so I was mad, and she knew it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, after putting Sarah in her room, and having her scream and yell for a good 15 minutes she calmed down enough for us to have a talk about why mommy was so scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About what could have happened, and what she was teaching Abby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm nervous now, and those child locks will be put to good use &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and I won't leave chairs in the bathroom either)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So back to the toys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why these toys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is only one that really wasn't surprising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strawberry... Strawberry Shortcake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/07/villian.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; post?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLqu5KWiTAQ/Tn5m6FUbVUI/AAAAAAAAEsc/ArBf2-F1a40/s1600/DSC_0731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLqu5KWiTAQ/Tn5m6FUbVUI/AAAAAAAAEsc/ArBf2-F1a40/s640/DSC_0731.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't know why Sarah has it out for this little doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks sweet enough to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off they go into an indefinite time-out in the bag they were tossed out the window with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxx4S20pElc/Tn5m7_FKrAI/AAAAAAAAEsk/dI-zxvrt9z4/s1600/DSC_0735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxx4S20pElc/Tn5m7_FKrAI/AAAAAAAAEsk/dI-zxvrt9z4/s640/DSC_0735.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1028377497826706477-9013474385365401106?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9013474385365401106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=9013474385365401106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/9013474385365401106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/9013474385365401106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/bombs-away.html' title='Bombs Away'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-klh1RJvgJIc/Tn5m4q9c2SI/AAAAAAAAEsU/gFJ2cglL_-I/s72-c/DSC_0718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-7341993012110750739</id><published>2011-09-24T18:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:10:50.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay Day Fall Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today we headed up to &lt;a href="http://www.alleghenycounty.us/parks/hwfac.aspx"&gt;Hartwood Acres&lt;/a&gt; for their annual&lt;a href="http://www.alleghenycounty.us/spev/hayday.aspx"&gt; Hay Day Fall Festival&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is the kick off event for &lt;a href="http://www.radworkshere.org/interior.php?pageID=57"&gt;RADical days&lt;/a&gt; that we have loved so much in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(See &lt;a href="http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2010/09/phipps.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or &lt;a href="http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/phipps-is-rad.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were really excited to take the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately, we had a late dinner resulting in late bedtimes the night before, so we (Ryan and I) weren't as excited when we arrived with two cranky/whiny lil' girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But we persisted to &lt;i&gt;force&lt;/i&gt; the fun of the festivities on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnAMAi78Cc8/Tn5CLx6HudI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/_fVa12GxNHY/s1600/DSC_0590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="404" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnAMAi78Cc8/Tn5CLx6HudI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/_fVa12GxNHY/s640/DSC_0590.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A hay bale maze. Abby didn't really see the point, she walked right through in one shot.&lt;br /&gt;(it was small)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had a lot more fun going through again with Sarah, who took the &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RK_fWcRW140/Tn5CMncviZI/AAAAAAAAEqU/EuEeCXLeWsg/s1600/DSC_0594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="414" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RK_fWcRW140/Tn5CMncviZI/AAAAAAAAEqU/EuEeCXLeWsg/s640/DSC_0594.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And was pretty tickled with herself when she was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rC8hNtBrlG0/Tn5COTILdUI/AAAAAAAAEqY/Oa_dF6PjB0c/s1600/DSC_0599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rC8hNtBrlG0/Tn5COTILdUI/AAAAAAAAEqY/Oa_dF6PjB0c/s640/DSC_0599.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, now we're starting to have some fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JR2CYXNftsg/Tn5CPVUlUgI/AAAAAAAAEqc/55pM6_C_YbA/s1600/DSC_0600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JR2CYXNftsg/Tn5CPVUlUgI/AAAAAAAAEqc/55pM6_C_YbA/s640/DSC_0600.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got there right as they were getting the festival started, so we were one of the first to the petting zoo. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0nUT_Bx6d8/Tn5CQBJFy0I/AAAAAAAAEqg/i-rxcg0JLiE/s1600/DSC_0601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0nUT_Bx6d8/Tn5CQBJFy0I/AAAAAAAAEqg/i-rxcg0JLiE/s640/DSC_0601.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;While they were tying all of the fences together we checked out the animals behind the fence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G2RkOOXxDdE/Tn5CROa2G5I/AAAAAAAAEqk/2hAztg8KvyY/s1600/DSC_0604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G2RkOOXxDdE/Tn5CROa2G5I/AAAAAAAAEqk/2hAztg8KvyY/s640/DSC_0604.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the cute pair of puppies they had there &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(it was really hard not to slip one under my shirt and run off)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xmlRLxd8XdA/Tn5CSMahatI/AAAAAAAAEqo/Bt5uO-JCyfU/s1600/DSC_0610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="444" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xmlRLxd8XdA/Tn5CSMahatI/AAAAAAAAEqo/Bt5uO-JCyfU/s640/DSC_0610.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside the fence was crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had cups of food or bottles of milk you could buy to feed the animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so glad we were cheap and decided not to. The animals attacked you when they saw you had it. The sheep and goats especially, they would jump up on you to get it. That would have been&amp;nbsp;disastrous&amp;nbsp;if one had jumped up on Sarah or lil' Abby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we were content to walk around and let them sniff us out for food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQ-_FxGAnBI/Tn5CSySJRSI/AAAAAAAAEqs/NysxbOqjasA/s1600/DSC_0620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="416" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQ-_FxGAnBI/Tn5CSySJRSI/AAAAAAAAEqs/NysxbOqjasA/s640/DSC_0620.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or chase around... this poor duck. Anytime we turned our back to Abby she would run off after this duck. It &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;pretty funny because he would start quacking as he ran away. Made for lots of giggles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9gLJ_0LwdM/Tn5CTsKVJAI/AAAAAAAAEqw/aaEudUvLog0/s1600/DSC_0626.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9gLJ_0LwdM/Tn5CTsKVJAI/AAAAAAAAEqw/aaEudUvLog0/s640/DSC_0626.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah was so excited to see the miniature ponies that were there to pet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She sure does love horses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEbaMeJrI8c/Tn5CUcuIJVI/AAAAAAAAEq0/gTOG8PyK29I/s1600/DSC_0628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="506" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEbaMeJrI8c/Tn5CUcuIJVI/AAAAAAAAEq0/gTOG8PyK29I/s640/DSC_0628.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh, and don't mind the bum staring you right in the face... on either side of Sarah...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*cough cough* &lt;/span&gt;infact after this picture, I think you'll notice a lot of bums in the background of our pictures... sorry about that.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; There is only so much I'm willing to edit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan being a sport for the mamarazzi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_eKunOb518/Tn5CVAS01hI/AAAAAAAAEq4/TZ66TPefZ24/s1600/DSC_0631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_eKunOb518/Tn5CVAS01hI/AAAAAAAAEq4/TZ66TPefZ24/s640/DSC_0631.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do have to give them props on the petting zoo. They had so many animals there. They had goats, sheep, miniature ponies, chickens, ducks, pigs and donkeys. &lt;br /&gt;Most variety I've ever seen in a little petting zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then headed over to the bouncy castle...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9v67Ym9rJtg/Tn5CWINmrBI/AAAAAAAAEq8/TpGFkZ2RNug/s1600/DSC_0645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9v67Ym9rJtg/Tn5CWINmrBI/AAAAAAAAEq8/TpGFkZ2RNug/s640/DSC_0645.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;which unfortunately had a height limit... so I had to tear Abby away kicking and screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(don't mind the kid pulling out his wedgie... see bum apology a few lines up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah had fun though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-74sp3MV3awE/Tn5CXFlj5DI/AAAAAAAAErA/qrJb90nlCBw/s1600/DSC_0651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="472" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-74sp3MV3awE/Tn5CXFlj5DI/AAAAAAAAErA/qrJb90nlCBw/s640/DSC_0651.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So instead I took Abby to wait in line for the train ride...which after we waited in line for a few minutes, it returned from its first and only trip to shut down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, due to the soft/muddy grass couldn't drive it around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gee thanks... but the girls were content to sit inside for a picture (phew!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8NcwbJnu0RE/Tn5CXlc4LhI/AAAAAAAAErE/MXQe4iR-CfQ/s1600/DSC_0655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8NcwbJnu0RE/Tn5CXlc4LhI/AAAAAAAAErE/MXQe4iR-CfQ/s640/DSC_0655.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A tantrum or two later we headed over to wait in line for the face painting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which the line went right by the booth with a live owl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvtuFNViKkE/Tn5CYIV7yfI/AAAAAAAAErI/Ft2z6lNd8-I/s1600/DSC_0659.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvtuFNViKkE/Tn5CYIV7yfI/AAAAAAAAErI/Ft2z6lNd8-I/s640/DSC_0659.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me revise that face painting line.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A tantrum or two later we headed over to &lt;strike&gt;wait&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;kick and scream&lt;/i&gt; in line&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;while we waited&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;for&lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the face painting. Yes we waited in this little line for almost TWO HOURS!! Call us crazy. It really wasn't a long line. But the lady did the amazing face painting... you know the kind that really makes you look like an animal... and was being far too detailed to move the line along.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily it was also by a research booth, so both Ryan and I went over and took turns taking the research&amp;nbsp;questionnaire&amp;nbsp;to get a free bag of chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iaoRTox38Rc/Tn5CY_Tny9I/AAAAAAAAErM/n6099ZJDeCU/s1600/DSC_0661.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="442" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iaoRTox38Rc/Tn5CY_Tny9I/AAAAAAAAErM/n6099ZJDeCU/s640/DSC_0661.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well worth it, considering Abby was only content to be held and my back was starting to kill me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At long last... it was &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;turn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_l9vCVlCZo/Tn5CZcCk5uI/AAAAAAAAErQ/MyXUeuAXGK8/s1600/DSC_0664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="444" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_l9vCVlCZo/Tn5CZcCk5uI/AAAAAAAAErQ/MyXUeuAXGK8/s640/DSC_0664.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah chose to have a lion face painted on her... which the lady decided as she was talking with us, that she needed to take some short cuts on her work, and didn't put any yellow on Sarah's face to make her look more like a lion... which was okay... most people could tell she was a cat or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby picked the princess picture and got a crown on her forehead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She sat so patiently, can you see how focused her little face is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tDSsX-9AXI/Tn5CaIwMbTI/AAAAAAAAErU/ikNG7wbNbqM/s1600/DSC_0673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tDSsX-9AXI/Tn5CaIwMbTI/AAAAAAAAErU/ikNG7wbNbqM/s640/DSC_0673.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So worth that wait to see their little faces when they saw themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EoAMvwjk1b0/Tn5CalfEorI/AAAAAAAAErY/FJmg981wLdc/s1600/DSC_0677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EoAMvwjk1b0/Tn5CalfEorI/AAAAAAAAErY/FJmg981wLdc/s640/DSC_0677.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah definitely thought it was cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f-LP8DcvwGI/Tn5CbTNWe9I/AAAAAAAAErc/wwWpIplm-Uo/s1600/DSC_0680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f-LP8DcvwGI/Tn5CbTNWe9I/AAAAAAAAErc/wwWpIplm-Uo/s640/DSC_0680.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of giggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gm7ad1HChD0/Tn5CcaUuUQI/AAAAAAAAErg/ZKSR1sH1ITI/s1600/DSC_0681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="442" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gm7ad1HChD0/Tn5CcaUuUQI/AAAAAAAAErg/ZKSR1sH1ITI/s640/DSC_0681.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, they were ready to move on... didn't want to let me get a good picture of the two of them...*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRcI-1FF204/Tn5CcwhVhmI/AAAAAAAAErk/OeNRhtF-iH4/s1600/DSC_0682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRcI-1FF204/Tn5CcwhVhmI/AAAAAAAAErk/OeNRhtF-iH4/s640/DSC_0682.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(yes, yes... I know, more bums in the background)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to walk around and check out the booths. I guess this was primarily tied to "green" awareness as lots of the booths were about saving energy and reducing waste. Which we didn't mind, our light company was there and gave away 4 energy lightbulbs! (sweet, those babies are expensive).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby was cute walking around watching her shadow... although it did make her vere off and almost knock over a display sign or two.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PmNrrNAjsFs/Tn5Cd1I5miI/AAAAAAAAEro/ZHwk41xU6DQ/s1600/DSC_0685.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="494" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PmNrrNAjsFs/Tn5Cd1I5miI/AAAAAAAAEro/ZHwk41xU6DQ/s640/DSC_0685.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stopped and colored a picture at one booth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-9iX0--ISo/Tn5Ce4o5UEI/AAAAAAAAErs/KAhKhGNRPls/s1600/DSC_0688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-9iX0--ISo/Tn5Ce4o5UEI/AAAAAAAAErs/KAhKhGNRPls/s640/DSC_0688.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(just had to have another reason to get a bum right by their heads again... I guess)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what the point of this sign was... I think it was a band... random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jy_Tc_jc_8g/Tn5CfiTguuI/AAAAAAAAErw/EBYZ0PQCB3g/s1600/DSC_0689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jy_Tc_jc_8g/Tn5CfiTguuI/AAAAAAAAErw/EBYZ0PQCB3g/s640/DSC_0689.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad we went through the Hay maze when we did, because some older kids started kicking the hay bales around, so it wasn't a maze anymore and the kids just started jumping from bale to bale instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah still found a way to crawl through and use her sly lion prowling skills to navigate through the chaos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02VNb04DeF0/Tn5ChKPuAlI/AAAAAAAAEr0/mMKtztpTZQA/s1600/DSC_0693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02VNb04DeF0/Tn5ChKPuAlI/AAAAAAAAEr0/mMKtztpTZQA/s640/DSC_0693.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby thought the idea of jumping on the bales was great and would stand up and yell, "SURPRISE" each time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZZKFI3Qnbw/Tn5CiexHX2I/AAAAAAAAEr4/MvZlLa0fDzY/s1600/DSC_0694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZZKFI3Qnbw/Tn5CiexHX2I/AAAAAAAAEr4/MvZlLa0fDzY/s640/DSC_0694.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole time on the way to the fall festival we talked up getting a pony ride. Sarah was so excited. But when we first arrived it was no where to be seen. So with sad hearts we decided to call it a day and head to the car to go home. Luckily, the direction we were heading out was right by where they set up the pony rides. We walked up to the short line (miracle) to be one of the last few pony rides of the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What LUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know who was excited more. Sarah or Abby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby got to ride Stella, a big brown horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qPcmmnz4YJU/Tn5CjNk4WHI/AAAAAAAAEr8/LOJjNu0jons/s1600/DSC_0700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="462" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qPcmmnz4YJU/Tn5CjNk4WHI/AAAAAAAAEr8/LOJjNu0jons/s640/DSC_0700.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Sarah got to ride Stormy a &lt;i&gt;white&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;horse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(who was smallish, but she didn't care, it was white).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSgWpoo8zP8/Tn5CjxFoZcI/AAAAAAAAEsA/vQmJ40vafwc/s1600/DSC_0702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSgWpoo8zP8/Tn5CjxFoZcI/AAAAAAAAEsA/vQmJ40vafwc/s640/DSC_0702.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See... look how happy she is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WuPiFolpRRs/Tn5ClMsSpHI/AAAAAAAAEsE/AWo5XIXrHag/s1600/DSC_0704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WuPiFolpRRs/Tn5ClMsSpHI/AAAAAAAAEsE/AWo5XIXrHag/s640/DSC_0704.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loving every minute... unlike the boy leading the horse... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;although I think I did get him to smile when I asked him how he loved the exciting job he had today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NARWU3XdPW8/Tn5CmN6QCsI/AAAAAAAAEsI/KMDW91R90IA/s1600/DSC_0706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NARWU3XdPW8/Tn5CmN6QCsI/AAAAAAAAEsI/KMDW91R90IA/s640/DSC_0706.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With promises of ice cream when we got home and drinks of water we headed happily back to the car to head home. It was a great day... and toward the end I had forgotten all about the earlier tantrums (pony rides will do that to a girl).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and I think that exhibit A and B will provide proof enough that it was a successful family day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDXfMTtLhBg/Tn5CnbnklFI/AAAAAAAAEsM/WsuFRXVpng4/s1600/DSC_0710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDXfMTtLhBg/Tn5CnbnklFI/AAAAAAAAEsM/WsuFRXVpng4/s640/DSC_0710.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exhibit B:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_WuA_cnKc9I/Tn5CoFBTKkI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/w4JokEKmOv8/s1600/DSC_0712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_WuA_cnKc9I/Tn5CoFBTKkI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/w4JokEKmOv8/s640/DSC_0712.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait for all of the free fun Radical Days has in store... and this year we are sure to go to more than just Phipps. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bring on FALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-7341993012110750739?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7341993012110750739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=7341993012110750739' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7341993012110750739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/7341993012110750739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/hay-day-fall-festival.html' title='Hay Day Fall Festival'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnAMAi78Cc8/Tn5CLx6HudI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/_fVa12GxNHY/s72-c/DSC_0590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-6861675174097500447</id><published>2011-09-16T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:55:17.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool for Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ioRxKWu8Yw/TnNTgFjbxQI/AAAAAAAAEp4/0Bu7O-w6Zi4/s1600/DSC_0561.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ioRxKWu8Yw/TnNTgFjbxQI/AAAAAAAAEp4/0Bu7O-w6Zi4/s640/DSC_0561.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sarah started preschool on Monday (she missed the first week because we were in Utah still)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was so excited to go to a &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;preschool and have a &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;teacher, and not mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cDHNz266nI4/TnNThDc1BGI/AAAAAAAAEp8/yCFnt-A962s/s1600/DSC_0578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cDHNz266nI4/TnNThDc1BGI/AAAAAAAAEp8/yCFnt-A962s/s640/DSC_0578.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She did such a great job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was a little timid, but did great jumping right in and not crying for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One lucky thing that Sarah gets to do is some mornings she takes a public bus to school with Ryan (his work is just a few blocks away). She felt so special to be able to go and ride the bus with daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are walking from our car to her school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is the brownish building off to the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5KYmKFhcRlQ/TnNTiZYRnLI/AAAAAAAAEqA/_cMVMjU8Wu4/s1600/DSC_0579.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5KYmKFhcRlQ/TnNTiZYRnLI/AAAAAAAAEqA/_cMVMjU8Wu4/s640/DSC_0579.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah by her name on the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByJfY6kJ4k/TnNTjo4uDMI/AAAAAAAAEqE/YWbT6KFMVWA/s1600/DSC_0582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByJfY6kJ4k/TnNTjo4uDMI/AAAAAAAAEqE/YWbT6KFMVWA/s640/DSC_0582.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They start each day by washing their hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is washing her hands with her BFF Emery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lJHG4pF710/TnNTkQvIxMI/AAAAAAAAEqI/aWyV2NWw9WM/s1600/DSC_0585.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lJHG4pF710/TnNTkQvIxMI/AAAAAAAAEqI/aWyV2NWw9WM/s640/DSC_0585.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah and Emery sitting by their cubbies all ready for preschool to begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MiXH0r03mZ4/TnNTkxOkIdI/AAAAAAAAEqM/0IQ9fkW1kZc/s1600/DSC_0586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MiXH0r03mZ4/TnNTkxOkIdI/AAAAAAAAEqM/0IQ9fkW1kZc/s640/DSC_0586.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so glad that we got into this preschool program, three hours, four days a week is perfect. I don't know how Sarah would have handled going to an all day preschool, five days a week (that was our other option). I feel even luckier that Sarah gets to go to preschool with her best friend, Emery. I don't know what we will do next year when they move away. *sniff sniff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't think about that now. Just have to enjoy every minute of it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well she is growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't believe she is four and in preschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great job Sarah! You are going to be amazing this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-6861675174097500447?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6861675174097500447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=6861675174097500447' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/6861675174097500447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/6861675174097500447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/preschool-for-sarah.html' title='Preschool for Sarah'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ioRxKWu8Yw/TnNTgFjbxQI/AAAAAAAAEp4/0Bu7O-w6Zi4/s72-c/DSC_0561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-5468020555274553797</id><published>2011-09-14T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:13:39.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I was talking to my mom about our visit to Utah, we were originally coming home on September 1st. My mom told me how they had a quick little trip planned to Yellowstone over Labor day weekend the following day (the 2nd - 5th). I sighed and told my mom that if I was only flying home a few days later we could tag along. Without missing a beat my mom asked why I didn't just change my flight and go with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With that invitation I got my flight changed and went to Yellowstone with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was so much fun. I feel a little guilty, because I'm sure it was a much different trip that it would have been with out two stir crazy little ones. But I hope they had fun with us there. I know that Sarah and Abby are so glad that we got to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay... now onto the photo-documentation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All packed up and ready to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qKPtH5FzeA/TnC8rqDcnCI/AAAAAAAAEn4/El7hft0w9kU/s1600/DSC_0351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qKPtH5FzeA/TnC8rqDcnCI/AAAAAAAAEn4/El7hft0w9kU/s640/DSC_0351.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pitstop for lunch on the way up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was very windy, and chilly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NLFyGBeD0l8/TnC8sTNh3FI/AAAAAAAAEn8/Sp--m-1Lh14/s1600/DSC_0358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NLFyGBeD0l8/TnC8sTNh3FI/AAAAAAAAEn8/Sp--m-1Lh14/s640/DSC_0358.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right after this we stopped at the Rainey Creek Country Store in Swan Valley, Idaho for some famous Square Ice Cream cones. Yum, yum!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost there. Here is G'ma and Abby in front of the Tetons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dA7xwwOjmjk/TnC8tVd1LuI/AAAAAAAAEoA/0tCI6QoUL0I/s1600/DSC_0364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dA7xwwOjmjk/TnC8tVd1LuI/AAAAAAAAEoA/0tCI6QoUL0I/s640/DSC_0364.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the girls and G'pa getting the fire ready for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lj6JASLlDMA/TnC8u9p09LI/AAAAAAAAEoE/r0FZFMRRMRU/s1600/DSC_0370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lj6JASLlDMA/TnC8u9p09LI/AAAAAAAAEoE/r0FZFMRRMRU/s640/DSC_0370.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how my Dad can so easily be one of the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kgJIXVXuNRI/TnC8wEuVRCI/AAAAAAAAEoI/9gd9PCekvMU/s1600/DSC_0371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kgJIXVXuNRI/TnC8wEuVRCI/AAAAAAAAEoI/9gd9PCekvMU/s640/DSC_0371.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time my parents go up to Yellowstone they rent a lil' trailer. It is the perfect size and has a&amp;nbsp;toilet&amp;nbsp;and shower... not really camping I guess, but it is great to have running water (especially with kiddos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2IdRhJOlpm4/TnC9LXDlQdI/AAAAAAAAEp0/gpb7PDDIc5I/s1600/DSC_0546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2IdRhJOlpm4/TnC9LXDlQdI/AAAAAAAAEp0/gpb7PDDIc5I/s640/DSC_0546.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was even better to have electricity, so at night, we could let the kiddos unwind and watch a movie &lt;br /&gt;(101 Dalmations, they'd never seen it so it was great for distracting them from trouble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday we spent in Yellowstone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See proof:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nA5gm7JVEWM/TnC8xdkMp-I/AAAAAAAAEoM/_64_ySmXA5s/s1600/DSC_0376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nA5gm7JVEWM/TnC8xdkMp-I/AAAAAAAAEoM/_64_ySmXA5s/s640/DSC_0376.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Alex teaching Sarah how to skip rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother is amazing at skipping rocks. He can skip up rock 20+ times. Its pretty incredible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-heM64J2bc-k/TnC8yck3HcI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/ooRYuHkTwjI/s1600/DSC_0386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-heM64J2bc-k/TnC8yck3HcI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/ooRYuHkTwjI/s640/DSC_0386.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Testing it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2zMlRKEd6o/TnC8y1vhu5I/AAAAAAAAEoU/wji1eSEXgYU/s1600/DSC_0387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2zMlRKEd6o/TnC8y1vhu5I/AAAAAAAAEoU/wji1eSEXgYU/s640/DSC_0387.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qQRuCLoHRFc/TnC8z89-r_I/AAAAAAAAEoY/YoezTrA_tyM/s1600/DSC_0397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qQRuCLoHRFc/TnC8z89-r_I/AAAAAAAAEoY/YoezTrA_tyM/s640/DSC_0397.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh it was so beautiful up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6wAvHysk9VA/TnC80tDTyyI/AAAAAAAAEoc/LlbpxpwxZ-Q/s1600/DSC_0402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6wAvHysk9VA/TnC80tDTyyI/AAAAAAAAEoc/LlbpxpwxZ-Q/s640/DSC_0402.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided that a must see in Yellowstone would have to be Old Faithful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We pulled in to find out we had just missed it and so headed over to the new visitors center to wait for the next&amp;nbsp;eruption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the girls learning about animal tracks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tXoHbVIMM0g/TnC82Jph_7I/AAAAAAAAEog/6nqmIhWxwvg/s1600/DSC_0405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tXoHbVIMM0g/TnC82Jph_7I/AAAAAAAAEog/6nqmIhWxwvg/s640/DSC_0405.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking a close look at animal bones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JwwWA-Ir1U/TnC822qJiNI/AAAAAAAAEok/C2UpNSLhdCg/s1600/DSC_0407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JwwWA-Ir1U/TnC822qJiNI/AAAAAAAAEok/C2UpNSLhdCg/s640/DSC_0407.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What Sarah does... Abby does too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XoGzBMQ3A5M/TnC83km292I/AAAAAAAAEoo/6RmutbLatNQ/s1600/DSC_0408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XoGzBMQ3A5M/TnC83km292I/AAAAAAAAEoo/6RmutbLatNQ/s640/DSC_0408.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, here is the sad part of the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the visitor center they had a movie all about geysers and how they work. We thought it would be fun to take the girls in and let the understand a little better about how they work, and get to see some cool footage of hot spots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy were we wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The show started showing how there is lava under the earth, and it heats up the water and that is what make Old Faithful erupt. Sarah, wide-eyed and terrified began to panic that we had brought her to a place where lava was going to make hot water explode all over us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had to leave the movie early and spend the next twenty minutes explaining how it was safe and that we would never take her somewhere she'd get hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After much convincing we headed over to watch Old Faithful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lSBDm-vavw/TnC84uaBS_I/AAAAAAAAEos/CBiUkniTaac/s1600/DSC_0415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lSBDm-vavw/TnC84uaBS_I/AAAAAAAAEos/CBiUkniTaac/s640/DSC_0415.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby had a great time. She got to sit on G'pa's lap and play games with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJiuFnhIEMc/TnC85DzKb4I/AAAAAAAAEow/Xcoz38mm8LI/s1600/DSC_0423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJiuFnhIEMc/TnC85DzKb4I/AAAAAAAAEow/Xcoz38mm8LI/s640/DSC_0423.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah on the other hand was still pretty terrified and kept reminding us that she didn't want to do this, and wanted to go inside where it was safe. We got her to sit through it, but I don't think she really enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp4YfGgdwPw/TnC851GT5zI/AAAAAAAAEo0/rmRMohK8G5Q/s1600/DSC_0431.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp4YfGgdwPw/TnC851GT5zI/AAAAAAAAEo0/rmRMohK8G5Q/s640/DSC_0431.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G'ma had the perfect solution. She took Sarah to the Old Faithful Gift shop and got her a pin (badge of honor) for Sarah to be able to show all of her friends how brave she was to watch Old Faithful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3xVNCpwNyY/TnC863NPryI/AAAAAAAAEo4/mzJ0bNxCRg8/s1600/DSC_0444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3xVNCpwNyY/TnC863NPryI/AAAAAAAAEo4/mzJ0bNxCRg8/s640/DSC_0444.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then headed to a beautiful picnic spot off of the Firehole River and had some lunch...and of course, threw some more rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H6LSvvQIbKc/TnC88OXVg1I/AAAAAAAAEo8/Op-MHZbQPFc/s1600/DSC_0447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H6LSvvQIbKc/TnC88OXVg1I/AAAAAAAAEo8/Op-MHZbQPFc/s640/DSC_0447.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So happy to be out and running in the sun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZc527tgmhE/TnC89dEGH5I/AAAAAAAAEpA/nXB5WIcQ3EQ/s1600/DSC_0453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZc527tgmhE/TnC89dEGH5I/AAAAAAAAEpA/nXB5WIcQ3EQ/s640/DSC_0453.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goofy Sarah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLnM9lvPRm4/TnC8_Yh3VOI/AAAAAAAAEpE/5T4lEyyY3OE/s1600/DSC_0460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLnM9lvPRm4/TnC8_Yh3VOI/AAAAAAAAEpE/5T4lEyyY3OE/s640/DSC_0460.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our way to some mud pots we got to see a coyote hunting. It was pretty cool.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqupjqV1N8E/TnC9Ba__EII/AAAAAAAAEpM/3FwSjugJk4k/s1600/DSC_0467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqupjqV1N8E/TnC9Ba__EII/AAAAAAAAEpM/3FwSjugJk4k/s640/DSC_0467.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What? You can't tell what that is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me zoom in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaSfT9zECGo/TnC9AKNUn5I/AAAAAAAAEpI/jsm9vEYYafc/s1600/DSC_0467_zoom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaSfT9zECGo/TnC9AKNUn5I/AAAAAAAAEpI/jsm9vEYYafc/s640/DSC_0467_zoom.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah, not much better, but that blurry thing is a coyote. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot my zoom lense, I never used it, so I didn't even pack it to Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish I would have remembered it. It would have been perfect for taking pictures of animals in Yellowstone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are at the Dragon's Mouth Hot Pot (not sure if thats the name). It was cool because it sounded like a dragon breathing fire or something when you sat there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OKexaYXe5nI/TnC9CMN0SjI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/jI6RFMBisFk/s1600/DSC_0468.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OKexaYXe5nI/TnC9CMN0SjI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/jI6RFMBisFk/s640/DSC_0468.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also got to see some Bison (of course) and Elk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Sarah in front of the Elk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XyRBHnARtI8/TnC9DJeyJ0I/AAAAAAAAEpU/hVQpGmITNpQ/s1600/DSC_0471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XyRBHnARtI8/TnC9DJeyJ0I/AAAAAAAAEpU/hVQpGmITNpQ/s640/DSC_0471.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course the Elk bends down to eat grass as I get a cute picture of Sarah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was massive though. Had about 6 points on each side of his rack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We finished up our day in Yellowstone with dinner at Fishing Bridge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day we spent in the Tetons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was wiped out... didn't sleep good, and well, this baby boy I'm growing took most of my energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after checking out a Native American Museum and Signal Mountain I fell asleep in the car on the way to a new visitors center. Abby did too, so they left us in the car while they went and saw a movie about the Tetons and the wild life found there (Sarah did great, loved learning about the gray wolf).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that we headed to the Finger lakes to skip more rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shoulder rides are our friend. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_rDpqp6fOE/TnC9EkdyUBI/AAAAAAAAEpY/oxJXrqT-des/s1600/DSC_0481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_rDpqp6fOE/TnC9EkdyUBI/AAAAAAAAEpY/oxJXrqT-des/s640/DSC_0481.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was beautiful! Perfect weather too. It was around 80 and so the girls took of their pants and played in the water until the sun went down behind the Tetons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ODRd6ipcJk/TnC9FnMpMjI/AAAAAAAAEpc/0a3sz3A4sjg/s1600/DSC_0511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ODRd6ipcJk/TnC9FnMpMjI/AAAAAAAAEpc/0a3sz3A4sjg/s640/DSC_0511.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The water was crystal clear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MK75GAB_oQ/TnC9G0UP1OI/AAAAAAAAEpg/7ZCWN8J9q-M/s1600/DSC_0513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MK75GAB_oQ/TnC9G0UP1OI/AAAAAAAAEpg/7ZCWN8J9q-M/s640/DSC_0513.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They were being such cute sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w3wOQOgSKGU/TnC9IHLt1cI/AAAAAAAAEpk/BQ2HVMGQRig/s1600/DSC_0517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w3wOQOgSKGU/TnC9IHLt1cI/AAAAAAAAEpk/BQ2HVMGQRig/s640/DSC_0517.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't that just GORGEOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this cute lil' picture of Abby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7LJaXhbSdUs/TnC9I-YqZZI/AAAAAAAAEpo/DsKXqVNwYBw/s1600/DSC_0534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7LJaXhbSdUs/TnC9I-YqZZI/AAAAAAAAEpo/DsKXqVNwYBw/s640/DSC_0534.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cute parents in front of the Tetons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skLPoT8eFbk/TnC9KpB1_KI/AAAAAAAAEpw/ATfMJikWlv8/s1600/DSC_0544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skLPoT8eFbk/TnC9KpB1_KI/AAAAAAAAEpw/ATfMJikWlv8/s640/DSC_0544.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh* Can I move up here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K04u-OefF1s/TnC9J0IfEUI/AAAAAAAAEps/mpBRu-t-NXI/s1600/DSC_0536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K04u-OefF1s/TnC9J0IfEUI/AAAAAAAAEps/mpBRu-t-NXI/s640/DSC_0536.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day was Labor day, and we packed up early to head home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was such a fun, short trip. I loved every minute of it and felt so lucky to be able to go with my parents and brother. Thanks for letting us tag along.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1028377497826706477-5468020555274553797?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5468020555274553797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=5468020555274553797' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5468020555274553797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/5468020555274553797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/yellowstone.html' title='Yellowstone!'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qKPtH5FzeA/TnC8rqDcnCI/AAAAAAAAEn4/El7hft0w9kU/s72-c/DSC_0351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-6163155210942094726</id><published>2011-09-14T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:39:03.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Trip: Take Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were so lucky to have one more, short visit to Utah this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan's sister Michelle got married to a great guy Peter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0MtmjHOO4Dw/TnC14AYYJhI/AAAAAAAAEnk/6j5qjtWjJ9Q/s1600/Michelle+n+Peter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0MtmjHOO4Dw/TnC14AYYJhI/AAAAAAAAEnk/6j5qjtWjJ9Q/s640/Michelle+n+Peter.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't they so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have some better pictures to post of the beautiful reception... but for now here are a couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYiDin6XHeE/TnC14AYjAfI/AAAAAAAAEng/pEo7Ug29MII/s1600/Abby+Wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYiDin6XHeE/TnC14AYjAfI/AAAAAAAAEng/pEo7Ug29MII/s640/Abby+Wedding.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Abby devouring yet another cupcake... or at least the frosting part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HN0Est2ubLg/TnC14pGDmsI/AAAAAAAAEno/80B9bahJRV0/s1600/Ry+n+Sarah+Wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HN0Est2ubLg/TnC14pGDmsI/AAAAAAAAEno/80B9bahJRV0/s640/Ry+n+Sarah+Wedding.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ry and Sarah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was thrilled when they called and asked us if we'd be able to come to the reception in Utah (they got married in the Minnesota Temple). I was excited to come and see family one more time before the baby comes. Being due a couple weeks after Christmas, I knew this would be the first year we wouldn't be able to make it out to Utah to visit. So thank you, thank you for getting married Michelle... and for wanting our little family there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was also excited to come because I had a new niece and nephew born in August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet lil' Emmaline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lOcFH6hMS3g/TnC0gDVObQI/AAAAAAAAEm4/cXiHi_e4rps/s1600/DSC_0241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lOcFH6hMS3g/TnC0gDVObQI/AAAAAAAAEm4/cXiHi_e4rps/s640/DSC_0241.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, sooo, tiny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n0J2jj2lBjI/TnC0gsv8mQI/AAAAAAAAEm8/zRI2RiwR5kc/s1600/DSC_0250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n0J2jj2lBjI/TnC0gsv8mQI/AAAAAAAAEm8/zRI2RiwR5kc/s640/DSC_0250.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And handsome lil' McKay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPr7W19nSXg/TnC36d5Q3TI/AAAAAAAAEns/oNT8Q_5zWfY/s1600/McKay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPr7W19nSXg/TnC36d5Q3TI/AAAAAAAAEns/oNT8Q_5zWfY/s640/McKay.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Can't believe I didn't get one photo of him while we were there... had to steal these from facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-olBGnpwWHoI/TnC36jG9FrI/AAAAAAAAEnw/W4zcqd2ynhs/s1600/McKay+Jordan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-olBGnpwWHoI/TnC36jG9FrI/AAAAAAAAEnw/W4zcqd2ynhs/s640/McKay+Jordan.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he sure is a darling lil' one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had so much fun while we were in town.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't believe how many family get-to-gethers we threw together in such a short amount of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think we may have done more in this short little visit than in our longer visit in May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet sister brought Sarah &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Schultüten&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;– German “school cones,” given to kids in honor of the first day of school. Sarah was so tickled to receive a gift symbolizing that she'd be starting preschool when she got back. What a fun idea, I'll need to start doing my own next year. Thanks Brooke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djrRFWuKVho/TnC0hYO0hSI/AAAAAAAAEnA/0tZRQ8eFpxo/s1600/DSC_0269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djrRFWuKVho/TnC0hYO0hSI/AAAAAAAAEnA/0tZRQ8eFpxo/s640/DSC_0269.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to be good about taking pictures this trip... but alas, I failed miserably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did a snap a darling picture of cute baby Katie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDMvPB8UV-s/TnC0iX3cNiI/AAAAAAAAEnE/qv0JlfEnTWM/s1600/DSC_0285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDMvPB8UV-s/TnC0iX3cNiI/AAAAAAAAEnE/qv0JlfEnTWM/s640/DSC_0285.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out her "muppet-smile"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she is really happy she just opens her mouth as wide as she possibly can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This smile is due to G'ma Newey saying hello to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0theu_MZTDc/TnC0i_s-VcI/AAAAAAAAEnI/LxPtMmsTu3s/s1600/DSC_0304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0theu_MZTDc/TnC0i_s-VcI/AAAAAAAAEnI/LxPtMmsTu3s/s640/DSC_0304.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a cute lil' cousin shot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love Abby's lil' pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unyu78WFmDI/TnC0jkNw_zI/AAAAAAAAEnM/d9XnUBc_qrA/s1600/DSC_0306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unyu78WFmDI/TnC0jkNw_zI/AAAAAAAAEnM/d9XnUBc_qrA/s640/DSC_0306.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dear sis and baby Katie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTSdi2TlgW4/TnC0kLCJNZI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/2C2Xa0RjWWk/s1600/DSC_0316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTSdi2TlgW4/TnC0kLCJNZI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/2C2Xa0RjWWk/s640/DSC_0316.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a few friends get together to visit my sister in law Deb and meet her new baby (Emmaline).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afterwards we swung by Denny's for some slow service and greasy food. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ig26TAFsGFk/TnC0lKoMJVI/AAAAAAAAEnU/bFRo8SKA-Z8/s1600/DSC_0349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="390" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ig26TAFsGFk/TnC0lKoMJVI/AAAAAAAAEnU/bFRo8SKA-Z8/s640/DSC_0349.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Sorry Kara &amp;amp; Deb, it was a last minute decision on the way home)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;June and Abby playing in the backyard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two little stinkers were playing so sweet, but as soon as I went inside they turned on the water and hosed each other down... completely soaked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pNIHpRAMUuo/TnC0l5chghI/AAAAAAAAEnY/OcoOE3EY-mQ/s1600/DSC_0549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pNIHpRAMUuo/TnC0l5chghI/AAAAAAAAEnY/OcoOE3EY-mQ/s640/DSC_0549.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What a cutie though. Can't get mad at that face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7p7YA8NoX54/TnC0m6zwW6I/AAAAAAAAEnc/8fY2rAeeH-4/s1600/DSC_0555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7p7YA8NoX54/TnC0m6zwW6I/AAAAAAAAEnc/8fY2rAeeH-4/s640/DSC_0555.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got to celebrate my birthday while the girls and I were still in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet in-laws took us out to breakfast and then my mother in law gave me a haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C12g4DIZhzg/TnC7NdTgqDI/AAAAAAAAEn0/Rk7a__Bgr3Y/s1600/Haircut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C12g4DIZhzg/TnC7NdTgqDI/AAAAAAAAEn0/Rk7a__Bgr3Y/s640/Haircut.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm kind of mad at myself. I didn't get a single picture of the fun we had with the Stephensons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grrr! We had breakfast together, went swimming, had playdates, and just hung out and enjoyed each other's company. Just didn't get the camera out to capture all of our fun times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan was only able to be there for 4 1/2 days, while the girls and I stayed for another ten. So most of our Stephenson get-togethers were held while Ry was still in town. We would have done more after, but I went up to Yellowstone with my family. More on that trip in another post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks family for making time for us while we were in town.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sure do love and miss you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now its your turn to visit us... how about in January... after baby boy comes. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-6163155210942094726?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6163155210942094726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=6163155210942094726' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/6163155210942094726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/6163155210942094726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/utah-trip-take-two.html' title='Utah Trip: Take Two'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0MtmjHOO4Dw/TnC14AYYJhI/AAAAAAAAEnk/6j5qjtWjJ9Q/s72-c/Michelle+n+Peter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-6179941356944081234</id><published>2011-08-18T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T22:47:31.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrift Store SCORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I grew up tagging along with my mother at various thrift stores.&amp;nbsp;I &lt;b&gt;loved&lt;/b&gt; it as a kid, we'd always work so hard to convince my mom to buy us things like half-working-typewriters, or some giant yard toy that we'd never get. Then we'd secretly score some new treasure in the toy department &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(probably an old MickyD toy for a dime) &lt;/span&gt;and think we were the luckiest kids on the planet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When our family finally moved to Utah every Wednesday my mother would take my Grandma around to the DI, Thrift Store on Base and then to Wendy's for lunch. It was such a lovely routine, and I thoroughly enjoyed any opportunity I had to tag along.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So although some may find Thrift Store shopping gross and disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It will always be something I enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And how can you not? Especially when you find this lil' girls new favorite toy for $.95!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nfeefn2fKg/Tk3KSz6FdaI/AAAAAAAAEmY/evIyhE4KYpg/s1600/DSC_0231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nfeefn2fKg/Tk3KSz6FdaI/AAAAAAAAEmY/evIyhE4KYpg/s640/DSC_0231.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah has been obsessed with superheros lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She'll beg us to watch the old 1950s cartoons and sing the opening theme songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I think Spiderman is her favorite to sing along with).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So on our latest thrifting expedition I was almost more excited to see superman waiting on the rack of cheap toys than Sarah was (although he is pretty rad with is one-two punching action).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We mostly scored some cheap kid games &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(that I'm sure we'll happily donate back when we move)&lt;/span&gt; that will be great for the lil' ones, and will sure to be a hit in primary&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (I'm the chorister)&lt;/span&gt;. But for a dollar or two how could I pass up "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Young-Explorers-Pop-Up-Pirate-Game/dp/B001QD0YI8/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1313721816&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Pop-up Pirate&lt;/a&gt;" or "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fisher-Price-Games-Oreo-Matchin-Middles/dp/B00000J161"&gt;The Oreo Matching Middles Game&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and I know that I mentioned it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm really loving this sandpit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OoBdA8AYDx4/Tk3KUC8CfbI/AAAAAAAAEmc/_UCeC_-pbeY/s1600/DSC_0235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OoBdA8AYDx4/Tk3KUC8CfbI/AAAAAAAAEmc/_UCeC_-pbeY/s640/DSC_0235.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is the only thing keeping this little one out of the road and distracted for more than five minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEAVEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now if I can only brave the heat long enough to let them play in it more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and our Hostas are at their prime&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(except for the poor bottom leaves that our van drives over, sorry plants)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn1TIhA7vZ8/Tk3KU9EYzPI/AAAAAAAAEmg/fkgy72E24S8/s1600/DSC_0236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn1TIhA7vZ8/Tk3KU9EYzPI/AAAAAAAAEmg/fkgy72E24S8/s640/DSC_0236.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so nice to have big, beautiful, leafy plants to help keep the weeds out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(unlike our neighbors side, who sadly mistook their hostas for weeds and whacked them all down... so sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is it I am finally feeling up to doing things... and summer is just about over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028377497826706477-6179941356944081234?l=thestevietimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6179941356944081234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028377497826706477&amp;postID=6179941356944081234' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/6179941356944081234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028377497826706477/posts/default/6179941356944081234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestevietimes.blogspot.com/2011/08/thrift-store-score.html' title='Thrift Store SCORE!'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179931726862567743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtvT2Lr8PE/TZDFC-9v9II/AAAAAAAAEJA/hN891fn4ivw/s220/DSC_0208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nfeefn2fKg/Tk3KSz6FdaI/AAAAAAAAEmY/evIyhE4KYpg/s72-c/DSC_0231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028377497826706477.post-760324091950917502</id><published>2011-08-15T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T14:06:37.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Braclets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah: "Daddy, I saw a funny picture of you when you had&amp;nbsp;bracele
