<?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-7882030027278964543</id><updated>2012-02-10T00:40:53.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finally Settled Whittacres</title><subtitle type='html'>. . . but still with new adventures!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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Linus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know, it's about time. &amp;nbsp;Or at least you'll think that after I tell you the whole story. &amp;nbsp;Which I am going to do by the way.&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've been following the blog of fabric designer Pat Bravo and her &lt;a href="http://artgalleryfabrics.typepad.com/"&gt;Art Gallery fabrics&lt;/a&gt; for some time actually. &amp;nbsp;And I drool a lot. &amp;nbsp;But even though I have several wonderful quilting shops within about a half hour of me, they don't carry about 90% of her fabrics. &amp;nbsp;And in all honesty, I hate buying online for the first time because you're never quite sure of the color and the scaling of the pattern. &amp;nbsp;Sigh.&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 she offered to send bags of scraps to whoever wanted them to use in a quilt for Project Linus, I sent an email right away! &amp;nbsp;Yes please!!!&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 right after I got back from the Quilt Festival in Houston, guess what came in the mail? &amp;nbsp;Glory hallelujah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_zW0e2wg7A/TzQ0q8XOajI/AAAAAAAACk4/svVFv_A7HAY/s1600/IMG_5378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_zW0e2wg7A/TzQ0q8XOajI/AAAAAAAACk4/svVFv_A7HAY/s320/IMG_5378.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First things first of course: sorting, ironing, some arranging. &amp;nbsp;Look at these beautiful things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBoODdmneXs/TzQ0xbfP3ZI/AAAAAAAAClA/C_kZgps0hXQ/s1600/IMG_5380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBoODdmneXs/TzQ0xbfP3ZI/AAAAAAAAClA/C_kZgps0hXQ/s320/IMG_5380.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I encounter a problem. &amp;nbsp;Well, several really. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Problem #1: &amp;nbsp;I don't work this way. &amp;nbsp;I tend to find the pattern and then go for fabric. &amp;nbsp;Looking at fabric and determining pattern? &amp;nbsp;Well, my brain doesn't work that way. &amp;nbsp;I also tend to work with monochromatic colors and prints and small scale prints. &amp;nbsp;There were so many geometrics, large florals, multi-colored prints that I kind've felt lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Problem #2: I find out I'm pregnant. &amp;nbsp;Now that's not a problem in that we're very excited but I tell you what. &amp;nbsp;The day after I find out I'm pregnant (almost literally), I get a cold. &amp;nbsp;And the day after I get over that cold, I get morning sickness and exhaustion big time. &amp;nbsp;So quilting ANYTHING kind've gets pushed to the back burner -- especially with the holidays coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Problem #3: The holidays are coming. &amp;nbsp;My parents will be here for Thanksgiving and MY ENTIRE FAMILY will be here for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;I have a lot to do!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the fabric sits until Christmas and then my sister-in-law, Denise, saves the day. &amp;nbsp;Literally. &amp;nbsp;Because you see, she is a professional artist. &amp;nbsp;And she's fabulous. &amp;nbsp;And her brain works in ways that mine doesn't. &amp;nbsp;So when she's here for Christmas we spread all the fabric out and start discussing. &amp;nbsp;And not only is she getting colors together, she's mindful of my "condition" (don't know why they call it that but what else do you call it?) and suggests that I do a quilt like the one I made for her son Liam when he was born. &amp;nbsp;That quilt is &lt;a href="http://www.ohfransson.com/oh_fransson/2011/08/charm-squares-baby-quilts-new-classes-and-updated-pattern.html"&gt;Elizabeth Hartman's Charm Squares baby quilt&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and it is super easy and stinking cute. &amp;nbsp;And it's about showcasing the fabric, not the pattern, which was perfect. &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 tweak the idea and created color strips in both 6 1/2 inches and 4 1/2 inches with the white sashing between. &amp;nbsp;And I didn't measure the width of each piece -- I just cut them in sizes that I liked for the fabric and started going to town on my design wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AI3w3Od88kg/TzQ04zwpEgI/AAAAAAAAClI/POkIrLnzEFU/s1600/IMG_5666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AI3w3Od88kg/TzQ04zwpEgI/AAAAAAAAClI/POkIrLnzEFU/s320/IMG_5666.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My daughter got into it too. &amp;nbsp;She LOVES playing with my fabric and she really enjoyed "quilting" with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, voila!! &amp;nbsp;I shall call it, In A Pinch. &amp;nbsp;So yes, it took me approximately 3 months to finish a lap size quilt done with strips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOECTS6heXw/TzQ0-5RB5pI/AAAAAAAAClQ/0SuEeG6Jp_w/s1600/IMG_5803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOECTS6heXw/TzQ0-5RB5pI/AAAAAAAAClQ/0SuEeG6Jp_w/s320/IMG_5803.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I love it. &amp;nbsp;And I want to keep it. &amp;nbsp;But I won't because that's not right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGtIgReZWR4/TzQ1D1OmyaI/AAAAAAAAClY/4DMIHbH7g5g/s1600/IMG_5804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGtIgReZWR4/TzQ1D1OmyaI/AAAAAAAAClY/4DMIHbH7g5g/s320/IMG_5804.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But doesn't it look great draped on a chair next to my bookcase???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oi0VBKpvsPs/TzQ1JVkXaRI/AAAAAAAAClg/VJOaZ1ngCvk/s1600/IMG_5805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oi0VBKpvsPs/TzQ1JVkXaRI/AAAAAAAAClg/VJOaZ1ngCvk/s320/IMG_5805.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not showing you the back because it's just pink Kona cotton but also because I quilted it on my home machine and there are some wrinkles. &amp;nbsp;I hope they don't look at it and think it's terrible but I really need a long-arm quilter. &amp;nbsp;Really. &amp;nbsp;Too bad Christmas and my birthday have already gone by!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh. &amp;nbsp;So worth it though. &amp;nbsp;And yes, now that I have seen these fabrics in person, I have purchased others by her online. &amp;nbsp;They are beautiful!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-3935732094494000392?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3935732094494000392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=3935732094494000392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-5795763541890203684</id><published>2012-02-06T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:17:32.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Megan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, first I should probably post these pictures about what we've been up to lately:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jfcjnW3rCX0/TzB8NxtpCxI/AAAAAAAACho/V1brL-n4e5s/s1600/IMG_5753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jfcjnW3rCX0/TzB8NxtpCxI/AAAAAAAACho/V1brL-n4e5s/s320/IMG_5753.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's amazing what a box can do. &amp;nbsp;I picked up a few at the post office for shipping some things and the girls have really enjoyed them. &amp;nbsp;Anyone want a couple of kids? &amp;nbsp;They'd ship cheap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGLIN2yVlPA/TzB8QowwDnI/AAAAAAAAChw/Oe9xhi_ghgE/s1600/IMG_5755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGLIN2yVlPA/TzB8QowwDnI/AAAAAAAAChw/Oe9xhi_ghgE/s320/IMG_5755.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-bUbD35tNxmE/TzB8S9pnu3I/AAAAAAAACh4/F5MBatuCdyU/s1600/IMG_5757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bUbD35tNxmE/TzB8S9pnu3I/AAAAAAAACh4/F5MBatuCdyU/s320/IMG_5757.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Abby is developing quite the shoe obsession. &amp;nbsp;She loves to put on everyone's shoes and walk around and she's getting pretty good. &amp;nbsp;Problem is, none of us can ever find our shoes any more . . .&lt;br /&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/-EKgbifp31IM/TzB8V19bTRI/AAAAAAAACiA/AZikwyq_Oo4/s1600/IMG_5759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKgbifp31IM/TzB8V19bTRI/AAAAAAAACiA/AZikwyq_Oo4/s320/IMG_5759.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And like her sister, she loves books!&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/-cCS6Ie6L1-0/TzB8ZTG1W7I/AAAAAAAACiI/Gilp8c95AaA/s1600/IMG_5762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCS6Ie6L1-0/TzB8ZTG1W7I/AAAAAAAACiI/Gilp8c95AaA/s320/IMG_5762.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan turn FOUR today! &amp;nbsp;She was very excited because I gave in and invited 3 of her favorite friends and their moms to come over for play time, lunch, and cake. &amp;nbsp;She SPECIFICALLY requested a round strawberry cake with pink icing and sprinkles. &amp;nbsp;Well, we went with a white cake with red sprinkles baked in (but she chose it at the store in my defense) and I tried a Jell-O frosting (that was decent but not a keeper I think) and she got her sprinkles! &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/-mP5apTkv-8k/TzB8eB03b4I/AAAAAAAACiQ/5Ifl5LLoxTk/s1600/IMG_5763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mP5apTkv-8k/TzB8eB03b4I/AAAAAAAACiQ/5Ifl5LLoxTk/s320/IMG_5763.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby helped with sprinkles, at least for the picture. &amp;nbsp;After that she ate them and started sticking her finger into the cake and tasting. &amp;nbsp;Don't tell anyone that . . .&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/-amQ73XxmI9U/TzB8hfVwGCI/AAAAAAAACiY/RLV3GRKI4p0/s1600/IMG_5768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amQ73XxmI9U/TzB8hfVwGCI/AAAAAAAACiY/RLV3GRKI4p0/s320/IMG_5768.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It all went great -- playing was good, picnic lunch in the living room, and then the cake. &amp;nbsp;Megan was very excited about the candles (chose those too and counted out four) but when it came time to blow them out . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LKmWjCuZznU/TzB8ln7K_ZI/AAAAAAAACig/PgmV90fzGH0/s1600/IMG_5769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LKmWjCuZznU/TzB8ln7K_ZI/AAAAAAAACig/PgmV90fzGH0/s320/IMG_5769.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-b2vYubTqnYg/TzB8p6OhyQI/AAAAAAAACio/KDbaouORNoU/s1600/IMG_5770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2vYubTqnYg/TzB8p6OhyQI/AAAAAAAACio/KDbaouORNoU/s320/IMG_5770.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she didn't want to get close enough to really blow them out. &amp;nbsp;Abby did. &amp;nbsp;So in the interest of keeping Megan from screaming bloody murder because I'm forcing her to try again, and keeping Abby from grabbing flaming candles, I blew them out!&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/-ldVNOSrpiuE/TzB8tFiANTI/AAAAAAAACiw/HO3eX2jShis/s1600/IMG_5771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ldVNOSrpiuE/TzB8tFiANTI/AAAAAAAACiw/HO3eX2jShis/s320/IMG_5771.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See? &amp;nbsp;Pouty face on Megan (because she couldn't do it -- in her head she can't do it and doesn't want help) and one arm on Abby to keep her away.&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/-fYvxX2C3V3A/TzB8wcDUsaI/AAAAAAAACi4/l4EbjP5SfUk/s1600/IMG_5772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYvxX2C3V3A/TzB8wcDUsaI/AAAAAAAACi4/l4EbjP5SfUk/s320/IMG_5772.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But they ate it. &amp;nbsp;All in all actually, Megan ate 3 pieces. &amp;nbsp;And even though she also requested chocolate ice cream, she didn't finish it. &amp;nbsp;Abby on the other hand asked for MORE ice cream and abandoned her cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2DNqWJL3Es/TzB81euZfgI/AAAAAAAACjA/QYeFKEj0fE0/s1600/IMG_5773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2DNqWJL3Es/TzB81euZfgI/AAAAAAAACjA/QYeFKEj0fE0/s320/IMG_5773.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4IPtGiEK3TM/TzB855JZUdI/AAAAAAAACjI/0iN5AHdFunY/s1600/IMG_5774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4IPtGiEK3TM/TzB855JZUdI/AAAAAAAACjI/0iN5AHdFunY/s320/IMG_5774.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Megan got LOTS of presents that I made her wait until Chopper got home to open. &amp;nbsp;She LOVES her magic wand that lights up and makes a nice little noise (that Chopper already hates). &amp;nbsp;She has turned us all into something multiple times by now. &amp;nbsp;We also got her a complete summer wardrobe of skirts because that is ALL she wants to wear all the time. &amp;nbsp;I would just rather not fight about clothes right now!&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/-qfWYXDCQcKI/TzB8-Yn-2zI/AAAAAAAACjQ/jJS-7_davXo/s1600/IMG_5775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qfWYXDCQcKI/TzB8-Yn-2zI/AAAAAAAACjQ/jJS-7_davXo/s320/IMG_5775.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was waving the wand to turn someone into a frog.&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/-AeZhCJbw9gM/TzB9Ch2rx-I/AAAAAAAACjY/PFx0fPM3dCA/s1600/IMG_5779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AeZhCJbw9gM/TzB9Ch2rx-I/AAAAAAAACjY/PFx0fPM3dCA/s320/IMG_5779.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt-JnlP9G54/TzB9HPA3zAI/AAAAAAAACjg/jr6LeVItVpU/s1600/IMG_5781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt-JnlP9G54/TzB9HPA3zAI/AAAAAAAACjg/jr6LeVItVpU/s320/IMG_5781.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She got dinosaurs from Dinosaur Train -- a cute PBS show she has fallen in love with since I've spent the last few weeks letting them watch a ton of TV because of illness among us (I'm better, the girls are better, the TV is suffering again).&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/-7lxRRYSRFNk/TzB9L36ZHrI/AAAAAAAACjo/Ao8fjOPxiGk/s1600/IMG_5782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7lxRRYSRFNk/TzB9L36ZHrI/AAAAAAAACjo/Ao8fjOPxiGk/s320/IMG_5782.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Dancing Game that she was very excited about and we'll try to play tomorrow when Abby is in bed and can't snatch and run away (which she does with everything -- she's very calculating and excellent at getting horrific screaming fits out of her sister that way).&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/-swdtjNqZmnk/TzB9QWZ6pXI/AAAAAAAACjw/YgqNZXomG7I/s1600/IMG_5783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-swdtjNqZmnk/TzB9QWZ6pXI/AAAAAAAACjw/YgqNZXomG7I/s320/IMG_5783.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was such a fun birthday because Megan got SOOOO excited about everything. &amp;nbsp;Notice the look on her face AND SHE DOESN"T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE PRESENT IS! &amp;nbsp;It was hilarious. &amp;nbsp;She's making these faces and gasping with joy and then she says "what is it?" &amp;nbsp;We laughed a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3DPDeewYEs/TzB9WBlMFlI/AAAAAAAACj4/ecTZlu0civs/s1600/IMG_5784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3DPDeewYEs/TzB9WBlMFlI/AAAAAAAACj4/ecTZlu0civs/s320/IMG_5784.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2-7y_2PF6A4/TzB9a6VseHI/AAAAAAAACkA/q7mlDxhTYwk/s1600/IMG_5785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2-7y_2PF6A4/TzB9a6VseHI/AAAAAAAACkA/q7mlDxhTYwk/s320/IMG_5785.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-cmhGp97uRbI/TzB9fRcPN8I/AAAAAAAACkI/kip0UDgGzn8/s1600/IMG_5786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmhGp97uRbI/TzB9fRcPN8I/AAAAAAAACkI/kip0UDgGzn8/s320/IMG_5786.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma went way overboard and sent Tinker Bell slippers,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KuwmeOH7xN4/TzB9juxFWTI/AAAAAAAACkQ/1lr6vpwkJs4/s1600/IMG_5788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KuwmeOH7xN4/TzB9juxFWTI/AAAAAAAACkQ/1lr6vpwkJs4/s320/IMG_5788.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XX1RuSIhgAM/TzB9ngayrlI/AAAAAAAACkY/LiruZ-LnSVQ/s1600/IMG_5789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XX1RuSIhgAM/TzB9ngayrlI/AAAAAAAACkY/LiruZ-LnSVQ/s320/IMG_5789.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A music box (which she loves -- I know the face isn't as good but she was completely mesmerized by the dancing fairy ballerina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lQCu6SJ-OGE/TzB9rhZAixI/AAAAAAAACkg/LBD9T9FRbMs/s1600/IMG_5793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lQCu6SJ-OGE/TzB9rhZAixI/AAAAAAAACkg/LBD9T9FRbMs/s320/IMG_5793.JPG" width="320" /&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;And some fabulous crayons for the bathtub. &amp;nbsp;They work really well! &amp;nbsp;I may have to revise that statement after I try to clean the tub though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycBpgkVTPTY/TzB9zMHU0SI/AAAAAAAACkw/-RhmPEWWrZs/s1600/IMG_5797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycBpgkVTPTY/TzB9zMHU0SI/AAAAAAAACkw/-RhmPEWWrZs/s320/IMG_5797.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-Oa9St9q4ZwA/TzB9wHsVrYI/AAAAAAAACko/rh6ZPEKYhdM/s1600/IMG_5794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa9St9q4ZwA/TzB9wHsVrYI/AAAAAAAACko/rh6ZPEKYhdM/s320/IMG_5794.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby really enjoyed the day (and did not hide under the counter the hole time -- look, there's my shoes!). &amp;nbsp;She has talked nonstop about cake mostly and now I don't know what we'll do in the dry spell between birthdays. &amp;nbsp;Fortunately, Abby is next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all it was a really good day for all of us. &amp;nbsp;Birthdays are just so much fun and I'm glad that we're able to celebrate with the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-5795763541890203684?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/5795763541890203684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=5795763541890203684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/5795763541890203684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/5795763541890203684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-birthday-megan.html' title='Happy Birthday Megan!'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jfcjnW3rCX0/TzB8NxtpCxI/AAAAAAAACho/V1brL-n4e5s/s72-c/IMG_5753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-486289960137498418</id><published>2012-02-01T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:45:33.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Been Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok where do I start? &amp;nbsp;I guess I'll catch up a little bit with more random pictures. &amp;nbsp;You know, for living outside of Dallas, TX, we sure do get a lot of wild life. &amp;nbsp;I just wish they were the kind of wildlife that ate wolf spiders and tarantulas. &amp;nbsp;Fortunately I have NOT seen any of those lately. &amp;nbsp;But we do have some toads. &amp;nbsp;Chopper says they greet him every morning when he leaves for work. &amp;nbsp;Well, a few weeks back they were out when we came home late from something (I can't remember now what it was) and the girls got a good look at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfHx71Vo-VA/TymgNF6UajI/AAAAAAAAChI/wZBbg7JcqQs/s1600/IMG_5724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfHx71Vo-VA/TymgNF6UajI/AAAAAAAAChI/wZBbg7JcqQs/s320/IMG_5724.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of them took off under the bushes but this one was too frightened to go anywhere and ended up getting poked a little bit too. &amp;nbsp;Megan has named them Ribbit and Ribbit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3G7tTXelxHs/TymgUDv4K8I/AAAAAAAAChQ/Jn84gPDtDg4/s1600/IMG_5725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3G7tTXelxHs/TymgUDv4K8I/AAAAAAAAChQ/Jn84gPDtDg4/s320/IMG_5725.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found this picture from when Megan was so so sick. &amp;nbsp;I knew it was the flu because when she took a bath she complained about the toys touching her and then when I got her out she fell asleep on the bathroom floor. &amp;nbsp;I didn't have the heart to wake her up and move her so I left her there. &amp;nbsp;Fortunately, she's the only one who came down with it and is fine now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YiMM8mhetn4/TymgYvo6zSI/AAAAAAAAChY/uo6ZmBepAW4/s1600/IMG_5727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YiMM8mhetn4/TymgYvo6zSI/AAAAAAAAChY/uo6ZmBepAW4/s320/IMG_5727.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby loves to get in the storage hole of this table and I've posted pictures before of her sitting in it but the other day she's screaming and when I walk in she's gotten her rear-end in and none of the rest of her so she's stuck pretty good. &amp;nbsp;She's glaring at me because I made her wait until I found my camera and took her picture before I would get her out. &amp;nbsp;I'm a mean mommy. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hey, I sometimes need a good laugh to survive these two!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UfYV73qfyuA/TymgcmRntdI/AAAAAAAAChg/QNgpEi2vIl8/s1600/IMG_5741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UfYV73qfyuA/TymgcmRntdI/AAAAAAAAChg/QNgpEi2vIl8/s320/IMG_5741.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Right now I'm immersed in getting our Blurb book replaced (it came to us with pages coming out and for the $$$$$ that I pay this is unacceptable!) and working out insurance for therapy for Megan. &amp;nbsp;We've had her evaluated by an occupational therapist who has found her lacking in several areas of her motor skills. &amp;nbsp;Not a surprise really -- after all, that's partly why we had the evaluation done -- but a little shocking when they tell you how many times a week they want to see her and how the $$$ works out because of that. &amp;nbsp;I'm also looking into behavioral therapy and trying to decide what needs to be addressed first. &amp;nbsp;Although first we need to have her evaluated in that area too. &amp;nbsp;She just needs help. &amp;nbsp;Heck, I need help!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I however am feeling much better. &amp;nbsp;The headaches are almost gone and the nauseousness is too although I still don't love food. &amp;nbsp;All I really want is meat and Mexican food. &amp;nbsp;Weird huh? &amp;nbsp;So I've been making tacos and burritos all the time and we've had cheese steak sandwiches (so good) and I've been stopping at Arby's a little too often for MarketFresh roast beef sandwiches and I need to stop talking about all of this because it's just making me hungry. &amp;nbsp;It's just funny to me. &amp;nbsp;Megan I craved odd, strongly-flavored foods like Greek salad and Abby I had to have smoothies ALL THE TIME!! &amp;nbsp;This one is meat all the way. &amp;nbsp;Definitely 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;We continue to struggle with names. &amp;nbsp;Well, I struggle with names and Chopper has the one that he likes and hasn't thought about it since. &amp;nbsp;I can think of dozens of girl names that I just love but boy names? &amp;nbsp;I completely draw a blank. &amp;nbsp;So we may go with Chopper's suggestion which is actually fine with me, I just want to really love it, you know? &amp;nbsp;We've had some very interesting suggestions from his mom though who always gives us names from family history (and I'm thinking -- but we're using Lloyd and THAT's from family history) so we now have the possibility of Dewey, Ivey, Zadic, and Hobart. &amp;nbsp;And then she says "of course there's John and other things like that" which just makes me laugh. &amp;nbsp;But then Chopper and I have also been laughing over Lloyd Voldemort and Lloyd Vader (cause it sounds so much like LORD Voldemort, get it?) so it's actually been a lot of fun to try to name this baby. &amp;nbsp;More fun than it was with the girls in a way.&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 that was a little flutter kick. &amp;nbsp;Someone wants meat!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-486289960137498418?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/486289960137498418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=486289960137498418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/486289960137498418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/486289960137498418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2012/02/weve-been-busy.html' title='We&apos;ve Been Busy'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfHx71Vo-VA/TymgNF6UajI/AAAAAAAAChI/wZBbg7JcqQs/s72-c/IMG_5724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-2204603536229623428</id><published>2012-01-23T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:26:53.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Sick Sick Year</title><content type='html'>We have had illness in this house literally since Christmas. &amp;nbsp;Literally. &amp;nbsp;Abby just barely got over what I think was the longest cold in recorded history and one that Megan had a shorter version of. &amp;nbsp;Chopper was sick briefly and then I've started into it this weekend. &amp;nbsp;Fortunately for me it hasn't been too bad. &amp;nbsp;Then yesterday we're sitting in church and Chopper nudges me that Megan is really hot. &amp;nbsp;She's flushed, she's cuddling (always a sign that she doesn't feel well) and we have 15 minutes of church left. &amp;nbsp;So rather than pack everything up and leave right then (we sit near the front and I hate how visible that would be -- is that wrong?) we go home right after sacrament meeting and lo and behold Megan is 103.8. &amp;nbsp;And our thermometer tends to run low. &amp;nbsp;She's complaining of cold, shaky, lethargic, and says I'm hurting her when I change her clothes. &amp;nbsp;Classic flu. &amp;nbsp;And I realize now that I think I've never had a child with the flu! &amp;nbsp;I hope January takes all this illness with it and we can get back to normal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the good side of life, the baby is kicking. &amp;nbsp;It's pretty sporadic and still mostly just twinges of "was that the baby"? &amp;nbsp;But last night Chopper and I watched the Green Lantern (kind've a weird movie by the way) and I'm curled on the couch and this little guy just goes to town kicking me over and over. &amp;nbsp;And it was hard enough that Chopper came over and felt him!!! &amp;nbsp;This is one of my favorite things about pregnancy and makes a lot of the other icky stuff worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-2204603536229623428?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2204603536229623428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=2204603536229623428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/2204603536229623428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/2204603536229623428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-sick-sick-year.html' title='It&apos;s a Sick Sick Year'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-3662414529830820964</id><published>2012-01-20T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:41:14.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That seems to be all I'm capable of at the moment. &amp;nbsp;It's a been a week busy with Relief Society "stuff", kid "stuff" , and lack of energy "stuff". &amp;nbsp;We haven't even left the house all that much either . . .&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 guess the really big deal is that I took Megan to see a therapist on Monday for an evaluation. &amp;nbsp;This is a therapist that works in occupational and sensory integration therapy. &amp;nbsp;She was recommended to me by a friend whose son has issues that sound very similar to Megan's. &amp;nbsp;Megan, somewhat unfortunately, had a GREAT day on Monday. Don't get me wrong, I treasure great days, but when you're seeing a therapist for the first time, you kind've want them to show the side that has brought you there in the first place! &amp;nbsp;Regardless, when we spoke briefly after the session, she said that she is definitely seeing some motor planing issues with Megan. &amp;nbsp;She has difficulty going from point A to point E because she can't figure out the process. &amp;nbsp;That leads to frustration which leads to tantrums which leads to angry, screaming Megan and frustrated, crying mommy. &amp;nbsp;Chopper and I will go back for a full parent conference in about a week and a half and discuss what she's seeing as well as what we see and her recommendations for therapy. &amp;nbsp;Since the rest of this week has been pretty horrendous, I have to say I am very excited to perhaps get some tools under my belt and some professional help. &amp;nbsp;For Megan and I both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it's been a rough week. &amp;nbsp;But these past two days have been in the mid-70s for weather and so even though we haven't been able to get out of the house much due to tantrums, we have been able to get out and play at the park. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness being outside almost always makes my girl happy. &amp;nbsp;And being in the bathtub. &amp;nbsp;Anyway. &amp;nbsp;Today we went and played with friends and had a great time at a wonderfully enclosed park where the girls can run and I can chat. &amp;nbsp;It's nice for me to get a break too! &amp;nbsp;Yesterday we went to our little play area down the street and then explored in the trees. &amp;nbsp;I took along the camera because I know that ya'll are suffering from too many words and not enough pictures and the girls were very compliant. &amp;nbsp;Megan was so compliant that she started posing and there's some great shots of her vogue-ing out (is that a word?). &amp;nbsp;Abby will say cheese but she doesn't smile and she doesn't look at the camera when she does it. &amp;nbsp;But she's still cute as a button.&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/-gm8QbikBu1w/TxoGkd4kBDI/AAAAAAAACe4/v3kTQHV6Hf8/s1600/IMG_5666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gm8QbikBu1w/TxoGkd4kBDI/AAAAAAAACe4/v3kTQHV6Hf8/s320/IMG_5666.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh I forgot this one -- Megan was making a quilt on the floor. &amp;nbsp;She still just loves to organize fabric, use pins, play with buttons -- all those things that make her my quilting and sewing girl!&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/-skzVZfKyL-I/TxoGoL5QrYI/AAAAAAAACfA/j-xUSKn1uxE/s1600/IMG_5668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skzVZfKyL-I/TxoGoL5QrYI/AAAAAAAACfA/j-xUSKn1uxE/s320/IMG_5668.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And this was too funny to not take a picture of -- Abby after breakfast (hence the food on her face) the morning after she's had a bath and gone to bed with wet hair. &amp;nbsp;She is quite the little fuzzball and in desperate need of yet another haircut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VE1S9qvrxDI/TxoJI0V6DEI/AAAAAAAAChA/r0xnnZYdUNw/s1600/IMG_5685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VE1S9qvrxDI/TxoJI0V6DEI/AAAAAAAAChA/r0xnnZYdUNw/s320/IMG_5685.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Action shots of course . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zGgBRW0JXso/TxoGrJpSz1I/AAAAAAAACfI/oHGaF0G-Y8Q/s1600/IMG_5682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zGgBRW0JXso/TxoGrJpSz1I/AAAAAAAACfI/oHGaF0G-Y8Q/s320/IMG_5682.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And then here are all the posing ones -- if you need copies, you know my phone number!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_nCBn8UDLE/TxoG0P2HnmI/AAAAAAAACfY/nerypfk9G6k/s1600/IMG_5690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_nCBn8UDLE/TxoG0P2HnmI/AAAAAAAACfY/nerypfk9G6k/s320/IMG_5690.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxNsZ0GoZMY/TxoG3TsdMvI/AAAAAAAACfg/hPs6xw-xSBA/s1600/IMG_5694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxNsZ0GoZMY/TxoG3TsdMvI/AAAAAAAACfg/hPs6xw-xSBA/s320/IMG_5694.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ef_MKpEoMIU/TxoG9M0JkjI/AAAAAAAACfo/GoiSXQyEs_8/s1600/IMG_5696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ef_MKpEoMIU/TxoG9M0JkjI/AAAAAAAACfo/GoiSXQyEs_8/s320/IMG_5696.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7qRhEAUbUPc/TxoHCdkL_9I/AAAAAAAACfw/mqSc1ReoNWs/s1600/IMG_5699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7qRhEAUbUPc/TxoHCdkL_9I/AAAAAAAACfw/mqSc1ReoNWs/s320/IMG_5699.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Posing with sticks was one of Megan's favorite things to do.&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/-FuhDZw13yCc/TxoHFVy4KsI/AAAAAAAACf4/9VlQFunuf9U/s1600/IMG_5702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuhDZw13yCc/TxoHFVy4KsI/AAAAAAAACf4/9VlQFunuf9U/s320/IMG_5702.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I LOVE this one how Abby mimics her sister. &amp;nbsp;Because it happens ALL THE TIME!&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/-m2Ho-Me7tYg/TxoHI6imIrI/AAAAAAAACgA/CwRYNXRKjOY/s1600/IMG_5704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m2Ho-Me7tYg/TxoHI6imIrI/AAAAAAAACgA/CwRYNXRKjOY/s320/IMG_5704.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrs1mxkLOK4/TxoHO7ikikI/AAAAAAAACgI/4eQvzgbHto0/s1600/IMG_5709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrs1mxkLOK4/TxoHO7ikikI/AAAAAAAACgI/4eQvzgbHto0/s320/IMG_5709.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nice little foot pop.&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/-5mh0Poy8TSI/TxoHRxXwttI/AAAAAAAACgQ/svrXLNAuKRM/s1600/IMG_5710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mh0Poy8TSI/TxoHRxXwttI/AAAAAAAACgQ/svrXLNAuKRM/s320/IMG_5710.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And another stick picture.&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/-WvAoW5USy-g/TxoHUwckFvI/AAAAAAAACgY/mGVpAO1LxDc/s1600/IMG_5712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTLIPjhv7xk/TxoHjaJCjOI/AAAAAAAACgw/sHXi2uA-g_A/s1600/IMG_5717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTLIPjhv7xk/TxoHjaJCjOI/AAAAAAAACgw/sHXi2uA-g_A/s320/IMG_5717.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aEnb3Z_caE/TxoHm6BN7JI/AAAAAAAACg4/y3EkwnwTpuA/s1600/IMG_5721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aEnb3Z_caE/TxoHm6BN7JI/AAAAAAAACg4/y3EkwnwTpuA/s320/IMG_5721.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy spring? &amp;nbsp;I don't think it's here for good but I'll take what I can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-3662414529830820964?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3662414529830820964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=3662414529830820964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/3662414529830820964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/3662414529830820964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekly-update.html' title='Weekly Update'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gm8QbikBu1w/TxoGkd4kBDI/AAAAAAAACe4/v3kTQHV6Hf8/s72-c/IMG_5666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-4681209133160605957</id><published>2012-01-13T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:47:32.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures I found</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm working on a quilt for Project Linus and took some pictures of the process so I can get a better perspective. When I downloaded them, I found a few that I had forgotten about!!&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 Megan's first day of dance. &amp;nbsp;It didn't go so well. &amp;nbsp;It turned out that she was assigned to a more advanced class for her age and she just did not get it. &amp;nbsp;She also resisted the teacher's instruction (no surprise there) and told me on the way home, "mommy, I'm not good at dance class." &amp;nbsp;I was a little worried. &amp;nbsp;The next week, we switched her to a more beginner's class and it went fantastically! &amp;nbsp;She has a hard time with the tap dance -- I think mainly because it's faster paced and requires movement of legs and arms at the same time (that would be the inheritance of my horrible hand-eye coordination -- sorry!!) but the ballet moves are good! &amp;nbsp;She followed along and tried and did was the teacher asked her to do. &amp;nbsp;When she came out she was so excited about how well she had done and the things she had done and very proudly told me "I had no grumpy faces, only happy ones!" &amp;nbsp;So I think we'll stick with it a little while longer and see how she does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxCAgtcs4mQ/TxCHnxcOHMI/AAAAAAAACeY/IFL109-iYcg/s1600/IMG_5658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxCAgtcs4mQ/TxCHnxcOHMI/AAAAAAAACeY/IFL109-iYcg/s320/IMG_5658.JPG" width="240" /&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;Ahh, Abby. &amp;nbsp;She likes to be in the bathtub. &amp;nbsp;Notice she's wearing her diaper here. &amp;nbsp;You see, I had already given her a bath and let Megan stay in longer while Abby ran around as a naked baby (with diaper of course). &amp;nbsp;When I went to check on Megan, she went with me and decided to get back in -- head first she leans in and just kind've belly flops into the tub -- without getting her head wet. &amp;nbsp;She was so glad to be in the tub again but Megan was not too happy about having her imaginary world interrupted so unceremoniously! &amp;nbsp;So out she came, with a very full diaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4t3vtFZytQ/TxCHrTNhwSI/AAAAAAAACeg/JH2BTLcpMzw/s1600/IMG_5660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4t3vtFZytQ/TxCHrTNhwSI/AAAAAAAACeg/JH2BTLcpMzw/s320/IMG_5660.JPG" width="240" /&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;These actually I did just take today. &amp;nbsp;I "commissioned" my sister-in-law Denise Gasser who is a fabulous artist, to draw some birds for the girl's room. &amp;nbsp;I am so pleased with the results!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn2dvi6Cr6w/TxCHvtitaAI/AAAAAAAACeo/kUNx1UbKQsY/s1600/IMG_5661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn2dvi6Cr6w/TxCHvtitaAI/AAAAAAAACeo/kUNx1UbKQsY/s320/IMG_5661.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close-up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4ltzHPs4Y8/TxCHl8syTsI/AAAAAAAACeQ/_AezGJBnWdk/s1600/IMG_5663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4ltzHPs4Y8/TxCHl8syTsI/AAAAAAAACeQ/_AezGJBnWdk/s320/IMG_5663.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Lonqr7hFRw/TxCH0R9TPOI/AAAAAAAACew/j6i_FyP4cUw/s1600/IMG_5662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Lonqr7hFRw/TxCH0R9TPOI/AAAAAAAACew/j6i_FyP4cUw/s320/IMG_5662.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love them -- they're bold and graphic and don't have any green in them! &amp;nbsp;I love the green on the girls' walls but it is a little bright! &amp;nbsp;Now I just need to do Abby's quilt, and get birds and a tree on her wall opposite Megan's and we will be ready to move her in. &amp;nbsp;And then I can start working on a boy's room!!! &amp;nbsp;Yay! &amp;nbsp;I'm very excited about all of the decorating and creating in my future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-4681209133160605957?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4681209133160605957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=4681209133160605957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/4681209133160605957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/4681209133160605957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/pictures-i-found.html' title='Pictures I found'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxCAgtcs4mQ/TxCHnxcOHMI/AAAAAAAACeY/IFL109-iYcg/s72-c/IMG_5658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-8104155791389504682</id><published>2012-01-10T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:41:20.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just need to write these down or I'll forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For pregnancy:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not about 2 days away from 14 weeks and the nauseousness is pretty much gone! &amp;nbsp;And the headaches! &amp;nbsp;I did lose my breakfast this morning after brushing my teeth but it's something about brushing my teeth -- I have no idea what. &amp;nbsp;And I still don't really feel like eating a lot. &amp;nbsp;I'm not in the mood for food. &amp;nbsp;That's made cooking a problem and somehow I'm still managing to put on 2 pounds a week. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it's because I don't feel like cooking and so we've been doing a lot of eating out. &amp;nbsp;That needs to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday when I came home and showed Megan the pictures of the baby (she loves seeing the pictures of the baby) we talked about it being a baby brother. &amp;nbsp;She was fine with that, which surprised me because for the most part when we ask her she wants it to be a girl. &amp;nbsp;Then she said, "and when he gets bigger, he will turn into a girl!" &amp;nbsp;Ahhh, that explains it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She also says some things that I've learned to ignore because she's picked them up but doesn't mean it. &amp;nbsp;I don't think she understands the context behind what she says. &amp;nbsp;But randomly she'll say "what's the big idea?" or "what's the deal?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to put more effort into Family &amp;nbsp;Home Evening because I'm TERRIBLE at it! &amp;nbsp;So maybe to help keep myself accountable, I'll start posting what we do. &amp;nbsp;Our Relief Society meeting tonight is going to focus on that so maybe I'll get the some good ideas. &amp;nbsp;The problem is the execution for me though. &amp;nbsp;I just don't get it done!! &amp;nbsp;Well, try try again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby's favorite new word is "gosh". &amp;nbsp;We still have to repeat pretty much everything she says or she continues saying it. &amp;nbsp;You can't acknowledge with "ok" or "uh-huh" you have to repeat. &amp;nbsp;So she'll come up to me and say "gosh, mommy, gosh" and I just have to say gosh back. &amp;nbsp;It's also pretty funny to hear her ask for her vitamins and probiotics in the mornings. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if I can even get it out so you can say it phonetically. &amp;nbsp;I might have to see if I can get her to do that one on camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She also loves to be a naked baby. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness Megan is getting past that phase. &amp;nbsp;But Abby loves to be a naked baby and run run run! &amp;nbsp;(Yes, there's a diaper on). &amp;nbsp;She pitched a major fit today when I finally wrangled her down to get dressed. &amp;nbsp;And speaking of fits, even that is different between the two! &amp;nbsp;When Abby doesn't get what she wants -- she screams. &amp;nbsp;Loudly and defiantly!&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 one very good side -- Megan is learning how to scratch backs and comb hair. &amp;nbsp;Soon Chopper and I will be in heaven -- for 30 seconds at a stretch!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-8104155791389504682?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/8104155791389504682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=8104155791389504682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/8104155791389504682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/8104155791389504682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-things.html' title='Random Things'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-5190078319120117655</id><published>2012-01-09T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T17:23:05.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Want to Know????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I opted for a first trimester screening that took place today. &amp;nbsp;It was NOT an amniocentesis -- those are too scary. &amp;nbsp;This was just an ultrasound where they measured the skin of the neck and then did some bloodwork on me (which had to happen anyway). &amp;nbsp;So the baby looks good -- most likely does not have Down Syndrome or Trisomony 18 (spelling?). &amp;nbsp;I don't know how likely it is, but with Abby we had some concerns about half-way through so I thought it would be nice to just get that out of the way.&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 admit that I had other motivations!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend of mine had this done and they were able to tell at 13 weeks what the baby was. &amp;nbsp;Hmmmm, I like that idea. &amp;nbsp;Well this little turkey of ours was upside-down, fast asleep. &amp;nbsp;The doctor did a lot of poking and prodding (I'm a little sore honestly!) and I did a lot of coughing to shake the uterus and finally, eventually, we got a slow roll that showed us . . . (drum roll please) . . .&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;A BABY BOY!!!&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 get the standard -- we're only 90% sure and we'll confirm at 17 weeks -- but to me that's pretty good. &amp;nbsp;Good enough that I bought some little boy onesies to tell Chopper and am spreading the news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're excited. &amp;nbsp;Very! &amp;nbsp;I always said I wanted -- ok needed -- to have at least one daughter and after that I didn't care. &amp;nbsp;With Abby, I was excited for the prospect of sisterhood. &amp;nbsp;And now with this one, I am genuinely excited to experience what a little boy will be like and look forward to all the things that kind've come with boys -- trains and trucks and scouting and missions. &amp;nbsp;It's going to be awesome. &amp;nbsp;Chopper's already talking camping and guns too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, we're discussing names and kind've already think what we're going to name this little guy. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if we'll tell yet or not honestly. &amp;nbsp;That's another thing I don't really worry about keeping secret but maybe I should at least wait until we see it again??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's fun to play with Lloyd a little bit -- there are some great combinations out there -- Lloyd Byron, Lloyd Voldemort, Lloyd of the Rings . . . we'll see what happens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-629658019868583573</id><published>2012-01-06T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:34:28.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I am 32 years old! &amp;nbsp;Wahoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided for my birthday I wanted something very quiet -- cheesecake and a good girl movie and sleeping in tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;I just am so tired. &amp;nbsp;I guess I shouldn't complain though -- after all, I'm 13 weeks and hardly sick at all anymore. &amp;nbsp;But I find myself wondering how I'm going to do this with 3 kids when the thought of just taking my 2 for a quick trip to get groceries or run to the library exhausts me. &amp;nbsp;I have a feeling that my eating habits in the morning are also messing with my thyroid so that probably isn't helping. &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;Sorry, enough griping. &amp;nbsp;But it's also why I'm not posting a ton. &amp;nbsp;I just don't feel up to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I'll give it a another week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-629658019868583573?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-9195267812819691700</id><published>2011-12-30T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:42:35.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last of my family is leaving tomorrow and it's bitter-sweet. &amp;nbsp;There's going to be a lot to miss and, I admit, some nice things about being just us again. &amp;nbsp;And what are they? &amp;nbsp;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;&lt;u&gt;Top 10 Reasons It's Nice to Have Your Entire Family In Your House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;(but not in any particular order)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;Everyone takes a turn cooking and cleaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Free babysitters (hooray for date night!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Games are so much more fun with 10 people than they are with 4 (no offense)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Every funny story and home video comes out of the woodwork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;There's always someone to laugh at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;There's always someone to laugh with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;I don't have to eat that entire batch of cookies all by myself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;My girls are getting to know and love their family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;You get out and explore new things (or cook new things -- hooray for new recipes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. &amp;nbsp;A reason to eat out to share all our favorite restaurants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 10 Reasons Why It's Nice to Have the House Just Back to Us&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;(also in no particular order)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;The bathrooms don't become as much of a disaster with just the 4 of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;You don't have to knock on doors before you enter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;NO MORE SHARING OF BEDROOMS WITH YOUR CHILDREN!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;(Megan keeps waking up scared of "that noise daddy makes". &amp;nbsp;I don't blame her -- it scares me too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Every&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;story and home video comes out of the woodwork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;Air mattresses really are NOT that comfortable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;There's milk and eggs in the fridge and bread in the cupboard for longer than 24 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;Quiet can be very nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;Less commentary during my favorite shows (ok not really with Chopper home -- love you!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;I get my sewing room back!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. &amp;nbsp;Less people to fight over the computer with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I say already how blessed I am to have the family that I do? &amp;nbsp;I should say it every day because that's how blessed I am. &amp;nbsp;But I also love being our own family unit. &amp;nbsp;Wow. &amp;nbsp;It's just good all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-9195267812819691700?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/9195267812819691700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=9195267812819691700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/9195267812819691700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/9195267812819691700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-last-thing.html' title='One Last Thing'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-6697959707482962783</id><published>2011-12-29T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:38:12.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It has been such a wonderful holiday you'll have to bear with me as I get it all down on virtual "paper" because there has been quite a lot going on around here!&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 took a few days but my parents and brothers and wives and nephew all arrived and we were a household of 13(point 3) in time for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;The first few days were a slew of shopping for Christmas presents and groceries. &amp;nbsp;The amount of food that has gone through this house in the past 10 days is staggering! &amp;nbsp;One night as we sat down for dinner Megan looked at me and said "It's nice to have a family here!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ueib6DQvNXQ/Tvy3eivsOlI/AAAAAAAACbA/NDKTxo7FUyw/s1600/IMG_5540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ueib6DQvNXQ/Tvy3eivsOlI/AAAAAAAACbA/NDKTxo7FUyw/s320/IMG_5540.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liam is the girls only cousin on our side of the family and the girls just loved him! &amp;nbsp;He's the same size and a little heavier than Abby but a few months younger so not quite talking as much. &amp;nbsp;It didn't matter. &amp;nbsp;He could really get his point across! &amp;nbsp;It didn't take long for Abby to decide that she needed to tell him what to do just like Megan tells her. &amp;nbsp;So the days were peppered with "Liam, where are you?" and "Liam, that's my milk!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3a0RrLywphQ/Tvy3itUvIKI/AAAAAAAACbI/pQHlIzl884Y/s1600/IMG_5543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3a0RrLywphQ/Tvy3itUvIKI/AAAAAAAACbI/pQHlIzl884Y/s320/IMG_5543.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-fTB8qNLV7Rg/Tvy3k4OYo0I/AAAAAAAACbQ/wRFBhBBs-Ic/s1600/IMG_5544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTB8qNLV7Rg/Tvy3k4OYo0I/AAAAAAAACbQ/wRFBhBBs-Ic/s320/IMG_5544.JPG" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Christmas Eve we had our first family activity together -- decorating gingerbread houses. &amp;nbsp;We had a great time! &amp;nbsp;The girls both ate more than they decorated of course but they actually both helped. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDCsj_UFlyY/Tvy3poTaD4I/AAAAAAAACbY/zqamvUbA02E/s1600/IMG_5549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDCsj_UFlyY/Tvy3poTaD4I/AAAAAAAACbY/zqamvUbA02E/s320/IMG_5549.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoshicX7VU/Tvy3tZhjjtI/AAAAAAAACbg/ucGxtpHxHhE/s1600/IMG_5551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BtoshicX7VU/Tvy3tZhjjtI/AAAAAAAACbg/ucGxtpHxHhE/s320/IMG_5551.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan did actually pipe some some icing but was really good with the small candies. &amp;nbsp;Abby actually placed some of the chocolate rocks on the "porch" until she realized that they were chocolate and not candy. &amp;nbsp;Then that was the end of that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgy9iA5XI0U/Tvy3xaLmrFI/AAAAAAAACbo/bkFTO7Hzy_k/s1600/IMG_5556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgy9iA5XI0U/Tvy3xaLmrFI/AAAAAAAACbo/bkFTO7Hzy_k/s320/IMG_5556.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUF2unndLDQ/Tvy31wO8xSI/AAAAAAAACbw/i41g9CfhZAs/s1600/IMG_5563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUF2unndLDQ/Tvy31wO8xSI/AAAAAAAACbw/i41g9CfhZAs/s320/IMG_5563.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeff and James and my parents teamed up on a house that ended up . . . quite interesting. &amp;nbsp;The process was quite entertaining itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7DGS8GilRRI/Tvy35st61dI/AAAAAAAACb4/DoZv4AYCbCc/s1600/IMG_5568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7DGS8GilRRI/Tvy35st61dI/AAAAAAAACb4/DoZv4AYCbCc/s320/IMG_5568.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mrx2vQsTmG4/Tvy396pz55I/AAAAAAAACcA/4Ky-bl0xUUI/s1600/IMG_5570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mrx2vQsTmG4/Tvy396pz55I/AAAAAAAACcA/4Ky-bl0xUUI/s320/IMG_5570.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny, Denise, and Liam of course had to go all artsy on us! &amp;nbsp;Danny was a little disappointed that we weren't building Frank Llloyd Wright gingerbread house but hey, when you're baking four of them, they're just going to be 4 walls and a roof!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvimsG9PFh4/Tvy4CFHYOwI/AAAAAAAACcI/i6hoHXMpS7I/s1600/IMG_5594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvimsG9PFh4/Tvy4CFHYOwI/AAAAAAAACcI/i6hoHXMpS7I/s320/IMG_5594.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trust me, this looks a lot better than it did. &amp;nbsp;But it was dubbed the house on fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddEbglsnPoQ/Tvy4F9vjMBI/AAAAAAAACcQ/9NtLZpWrnBE/s1600/IMG_5596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddEbglsnPoQ/Tvy4F9vjMBI/AAAAAAAACcQ/9NtLZpWrnBE/s320/IMG_5596.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mark and Adrienne also got fancy-schmancy -- that's what you get when you marry a cake decorator I suppose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WvQT2MQ2txQ/Tvy4KwztgPI/AAAAAAAACcY/A_XdzNWL54A/s1600/IMG_5597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WvQT2MQ2txQ/Tvy4KwztgPI/AAAAAAAACcY/A_XdzNWL54A/s320/IMG_5597.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby loves Grandpa! &amp;nbsp; Last night when we went to dinner Jeff asked to carry her into the restaurant and she loudly said "no!" so I asked her if James could take her. &amp;nbsp;Another "no". &amp;nbsp;Then she said, "I want grandpa." &amp;nbsp;And go to him she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tp2DCqZ3g40/Tvy4Oh5_IAI/AAAAAAAACcg/0Wru8rjHg3E/s1600/IMG_5599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tp2DCqZ3g40/Tvy4Oh5_IAI/AAAAAAAACcg/0Wru8rjHg3E/s320/IMG_5599.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The finished products! &amp;nbsp;They all turned out great especially since Megan and Abby ate half of our decorating items . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cS8KJfAzaMY/Tvy4ThnBisI/AAAAAAAACco/XpxQY8_IvoA/s1600/IMG_5607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cS8KJfAzaMY/Tvy4ThnBisI/AAAAAAAACco/XpxQY8_IvoA/s320/IMG_5607.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 Christmas morning was an explosion of presents because we hadn't put any out at all and then had presents for 13 people! &amp;nbsp;I was so excited to see the look on Megan's face when she woke up the next morning and found that Santa had come. &amp;nbsp;Well, turns out she already had the no sleep bug. &amp;nbsp;At about 2:00 a.m. my brother comes in my room to tell me Megan needs to use the potty. &amp;nbsp;That makes no sense because Megan is sleeping in our room. &amp;nbsp;Turns out she has been up and looking at presents for about a half hour and he let her! &amp;nbsp;What a great uncle. &amp;nbsp;Grrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoMb76iPUM0/Tvy4Yk0XeFI/AAAAAAAACcw/RnCfkGAi6yI/s1600/IMG_5612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoMb76iPUM0/Tvy4Yk0XeFI/AAAAAAAACcw/RnCfkGAi6yI/s320/IMG_5612.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby really loved the musical cards from Grandma Whittacre. &amp;nbsp;Sorry Grandma, I had to take it away from her after the 5th time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imHq1EIuwCE/Tvy4c5tbjhI/AAAAAAAACc4/iWIPb3ILrg4/s1600/IMG_5615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imHq1EIuwCE/Tvy4c5tbjhI/AAAAAAAACc4/iWIPb3ILrg4/s320/IMG_5615.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan and her twirly Minnie from her stocking. &amp;nbsp;I was a mean mom and took all the candy out of their stockings before they saw them. &amp;nbsp;But we had church later in the day and both girls were getting sick. &amp;nbsp;The last thing they needed was to gorge on candy in the morning! &amp;nbsp;I don't think they noticed though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan's favorite by far was her dance clothes. &amp;nbsp;She has worn them every day since Christmas and can't wait to start her lessons next week. &amp;nbsp;She is SOOOOOOOO excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SL5X-s6sFqE/Tvy4gqEeEwI/AAAAAAAACdA/GykYJTFG4Ps/s1600/IMG_5631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SL5X-s6sFqE/Tvy4gqEeEwI/AAAAAAAACdA/GykYJTFG4Ps/s320/IMG_5631.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby liked all the boxes! &amp;nbsp;And she got a Lightening McQueen plush that was the cause of frequent battles between her and Liam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t5f6oq09v6k/Tvy4lvANzeI/AAAAAAAACdI/kA9HI6a46qA/s1600/IMG_5635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t5f6oq09v6k/Tvy4lvANzeI/AAAAAAAACdI/kA9HI6a46qA/s320/IMG_5635.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 things for the girls this year that they could do rather than just play with and it seems to have worked. &amp;nbsp;Chopper MADE me a quilt rack for my wall quilts (I loved that man), got me some little sewing and quilting things, and then a prenatal massage (have I told you I love that man?). &amp;nbsp;I gave him a dutch oven, dress shirt, and a new computer game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In our family we also have gag gifts -- some that come around every year and some that just happened -- like these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uxVFnDO5cE0/Tvy4q3yx4eI/AAAAAAAACdQ/ZqAXEzQtDB8/s1600/IMG_5638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uxVFnDO5cE0/Tvy4q3yx4eI/AAAAAAAACdQ/ZqAXEzQtDB8/s320/IMG_5638.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeff asked my parents for green slip-on shoes. &amp;nbsp;?????? &amp;nbsp;Mom found him a pair of Converse but we thought it would be funny to wrap up a pair of elf shoes instead. &amp;nbsp;It really was actually!&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/-BYDpdaYRAE0/Tvy4vGLjOrI/AAAAAAAACdY/A3C6pfoHktA/s1600/IMG_5645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BYDpdaYRAE0/Tvy4vGLjOrI/AAAAAAAACdY/A3C6pfoHktA/s320/IMG_5645.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan showing me a dance move.&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/-tlFEMl4Hc7U/Tvy4y-LzEUI/AAAAAAAACdg/kmXzdgLdS3Y/s1600/IMG_5649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tlFEMl4Hc7U/Tvy4y-LzEUI/AAAAAAAACdg/kmXzdgLdS3Y/s320/IMG_5649.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls both loved the Mr. Potato Head playdough set from Aunt Krista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since Christmas we've been out to see some of the sights of Dallas but I keep forgetting my camera! &amp;nbsp;Oh well. &amp;nbsp;We did take some family photos though which actually turned out really well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ELT0KtDgB8/Tvy49S3Vr-I/AAAAAAAACdo/khoYUR5itFA/s1600/IMG_7100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ELT0KtDgB8/Tvy49S3Vr-I/AAAAAAAACdo/khoYUR5itFA/s320/IMG_7100.JPG" width="320" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ex819AVgisM/Tvy5Yykm7BI/AAAAAAAACeI/0T_LFbmmtwg/s1600/IMG_7105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ex819AVgisM/Tvy5Yykm7BI/AAAAAAAACeI/0T_LFbmmtwg/s320/IMG_7105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always some funny and some serious. &amp;nbsp;But this is the whole clan: mom and dad, me, Chopper and the girls, Mark and Adrienne, Danny, Denise, and Liam, Jeff, and James. &amp;nbsp;It'll be fun to the see the other women and babies that come into our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLPO1ukwuvA/Tvy5LcFObXI/AAAAAAAACd4/pGt4hA2OEGI/s1600/IMG_7113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLPO1ukwuvA/Tvy5LcFObXI/AAAAAAAACd4/pGt4hA2OEGI/s320/IMG_7113.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am incredibly grateful for a family that can share close quarters for 2 weeks and love it. &amp;nbsp;Part of why we haven't done a lot is because we sit around and talk and eat and play games. &amp;nbsp;What a wonderful gift to be able to spend that kind of time with your family as you all get into adulthood. &amp;nbsp;I really feel blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hDV5aPWhOmI/Tvy5RllkXiI/AAAAAAAACeA/ZiZVs8fET80/s1600/IMG_7122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hDV5aPWhOmI/Tvy5RllkXiI/AAAAAAAACeA/ZiZVs8fET80/s320/IMG_7122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also got a great present in that I haven't thrown up in 5 days!!! &amp;nbsp;Perhaps my icky days are coming to an end. &amp;nbsp;I'm 12 weeks today so I'm keeping my fingers crossed. &amp;nbsp;Our family also starts the new year with new challenges already, or at least I do. &amp;nbsp;Right before Christmas I was called to be the new Relief Society President. &amp;nbsp;I still get a little teary eyed just saying that because of the magnitude of that calling. &amp;nbsp;But I am grateful to have amazing women in my presidency and look forward to a stretching experience. &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 don't know that I'll post again until the new year so Merry Christmas everyone! &amp;nbsp;We hope you had a wonderful, joy-filled holiday filled with presence of family (whether they could be there or not) and the love of our Savior!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-6697959707482962783?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6697959707482962783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=6697959707482962783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/6697959707482962783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/6697959707482962783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ueib6DQvNXQ/Tvy3eivsOlI/AAAAAAAACbA/NDKTxo7FUyw/s72-c/IMG_5540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-5884402568489994331</id><published>2011-12-20T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T13:54:49.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll just tell you right now that all these pictures are blurry. &amp;nbsp;No one wants to hold still around here! &amp;nbsp;With less than a week to go, we've been holiday busy in a very good way.&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;Our house is decorated (somewhat) and the girls got to see Santa come by on the firetruck! &amp;nbsp;They do this every year but I felt bad for him this year because we really had below freezing weather and that poor Santa is riding around on the top of a fire truck! &amp;nbsp;I hope that his padding was electric heated. . . &amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-egGu8XofLP8/TvD0MyV2-WI/AAAAAAAACaE/U99MTsVuJOE/s1600/IMG_5511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year our Christmas party was "Christmas morning" themed and we wrapped some large diaper boxes to put under the tree for decorations. &amp;nbsp;Abby very obligingly helped us carry them to the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_v_CA-10Bk/TvD0XJlwffI/AAAAAAAACac/xPCqyFZiotU/s1600/IMG_5523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_v_CA-10Bk/TvD0XJlwffI/AAAAAAAACac/xPCqyFZiotU/s320/IMG_5523.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally got all my projects finished (ta-da!) and I don't think I took a picture of a single one except this one! &amp;nbsp;Whoops! &amp;nbsp;Given the lateness of the season I'm titling it "In the St. Nick of Time". &amp;nbsp;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgvx7-3sgFo/TvD0dDBIJPI/AAAAAAAACak/0kxBqMl20sY/s1600/IMG_5527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgvx7-3sgFo/TvD0dDBIJPI/AAAAAAAACak/0kxBqMl20sY/s320/IMG_5527.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of my family is here so there will be plenty more pictures to follow (hopefully -- I'm pretty bad at that) but for now everyone's tired and catching up on shopping and eating and sleeping (all my brothers except one are still poor student-types). &amp;nbsp;But it's fun to do funny things when they're sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_N8h1ML5OWQ/TvD0h_iYxpI/AAAAAAAACas/8ViffDh__8o/s1600/IMG_5530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_N8h1ML5OWQ/TvD0h_iYxpI/AAAAAAAACas/8ViffDh__8o/s320/IMG_5530.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan and Abby have ONE cousin on my side of the family and Liam is a cutie. &amp;nbsp;He's also very active and the same size, if not bigger, than Abby. &amp;nbsp;And he's almost 6 months younger! &amp;nbsp;The girls are having tons of fun with him and their uncles. &amp;nbsp;We've had piggy back rides and shoulder rides and flying and all sorts of things that I'm too tired to do and Chopper's still working for the week. &amp;nbsp;They are in heaven! &amp;nbsp;I am too because it gives me a nice little break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/5884402568489994331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/5884402568489994331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/signs-of-season.html' title='Signs of the Season'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-egGu8XofLP8/TvD0MyV2-WI/AAAAAAAACaE/U99MTsVuJOE/s72-c/IMG_5511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-3470800005437759385</id><published>2011-12-14T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T16:53:48.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think our house pretty much looks like every other house right now: Christmas tree up, lights outside, presents hidden in secret locations, mom throwing up in the bathroom . . . oh wait . . .&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, I am 10 weeks tomorrow and showing and feeling ick. &amp;nbsp;Actually, I'm feeling better and I think I owe it to a nice little prenatal vitamin that has something like 50 mg of B6 in it. &amp;nbsp;Still feel icky but I'm not such intimate friends with the commode anymore. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness. &amp;nbsp;I hate throwing up but it's even worse when you have one child on one side crying to be held and the other yelling at you that she wants to take a bath. &amp;nbsp;We apparently have no concept of "sick" or "privacy" in this household. &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 I'm starting final preparations for my entire family to descend on my house in a whirlwind of Christmas cheer and gag gifts. &amp;nbsp;I think I'm done with my Christmas shopping -- always a nice feeling -- and it's raining! &amp;nbsp;Merry Christmas to Dallas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please come Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-3470800005437759385?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-1703202733065771215</id><published>2011-12-06T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:40:21.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have A Gummy Bear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hands-down best thing about being pregnant in this day and age is the technology that allows you to see and hear your baby so early! &amp;nbsp;I love it! &amp;nbsp;However, drugs that help with morning sickness may come in at a very close second.&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 my FIRST doctor's appointment today and she did an ultrasound to confirm due date. &amp;nbsp;Sorry, I left the pictures at the doctor's office so I'll scan and post them later when I pick them up because it seriously looks like a gummy bear! &amp;nbsp;At this point, the head is 50% of the total body mass (or weight or whatever) and the arms and legs are just developing so it really is a gummy bear. &amp;nbsp;But you could see (and we did hear) the little heartbeat and there was quite a bit of movement which surprised me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is looking good and my official due date is July 13 which means for those of you who know me that there will be a baby in the house sometime in the week after. &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 just love that visual and audio confirmation. &amp;nbsp;As if my head in the toilet every two hours isn't confirmation enough. &amp;nbsp;It's just so sweet and wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, we will find out the gender. &amp;nbsp;Honestly, I keep thinking of the baby as a "him" but I kind've felt that way with Abby and was obviously very wrong so I've decided I don't have intuition in that department. &amp;nbsp;But we will find out for sure because you know I can't stand the wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-1703202733065771215?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1703202733065771215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=1703202733065771215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are a lot of things that I don't love about having young children: tantrums, fighting, picky eating, etc. &amp;nbsp;But one thing that I do love is language development. &amp;nbsp;Both my girls are in fun stages with their language. &amp;nbsp;Megan sounds so sophisticated -- funny when it comes out of her 3 year old mouth. &amp;nbsp;And I can't even convey what it sounds like with their little voices but it particularly makes us laugh when she pronounces:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I just love this hot hot chocolate!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"That is the biggest Christmas tree I ever saw!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I ask her if she wants something and she doesn't -- "no thank you, I'm just eating my _______ " because this usually happens with food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby on the other hand is starting to use verbal filler. &amp;nbsp;Last night Megan kept saying stuff that Abby would repeat. &amp;nbsp;We were watching the Christmas devotional and they had a prior program with flowers in the end credits and so Megan says "look at those beautiful purple and pink flowers!" And Abby says "oh, purple and pink!" &amp;nbsp;"I love those orange flower" "Oh, orange flowers". &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's so much funnier to actually hear. &amp;nbsp;I'm glad everyone's coming for a visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And speaking of which -- I'm working on closets and Abby discovered the infant seat and promptly climbed in. &amp;nbsp;Funny thing is, she actually still fits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYKArgamtes/Tt0K7b3XE9I/AAAAAAAACZ8/hRXYLIxdTk4/s1600/IMG_5505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYKArgamtes/Tt0K7b3XE9I/AAAAAAAACZ8/hRXYLIxdTk4/s320/IMG_5505.JPG" width="320" /&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/-Es0TeK5ZcB4/Tt0KuGUzqsI/AAAAAAAACZk/w-82iIzBEM0/s1600/IMG_5453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Es0TeK5ZcB4/Tt0KuGUzqsI/AAAAAAAACZk/w-82iIzBEM0/s320/IMG_5453.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just some cute pictures from the park in front of the library the other day.&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/-BsmxPWLGYmk/Tt0KyG8UCsI/AAAAAAAACZs/VmzpEG0KF-Q/s1600/IMG_5475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BsmxPWLGYmk/Tt0KyG8UCsI/AAAAAAAACZs/VmzpEG0KF-Q/s320/IMG_5475.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XwwtRAI72sk/Tt0K2xM9y8I/AAAAAAAACZ0/6RH9dG8oTY8/s1600/IMG_5501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XwwtRAI72sk/Tt0K2xM9y8I/AAAAAAAACZ0/6RH9dG8oTY8/s320/IMG_5501.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Abby has the most amazing sweet tooth. &amp;nbsp;She ate all this ice cream without hardly pausing. &amp;nbsp;AND she likes soda. &amp;nbsp;I have always banned Chopper from giving the girls Dr. Pepper but she's had some sips of&amp;nbsp;caffeine&amp;nbsp;free drinks and now Chopper has to be careful about leaving his Dr. Pepper around. &amp;nbsp;She knows and loves soda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just some more words -- her fun expressive ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vZofqhJaVyI" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-7141036968939443718?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/7141036968939443718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=7141036968939443718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-5490789720935123315</id><published>2011-12-02T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T16:58:32.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fairy Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I'll apologize first off and tell you that my pictures are terrible AND I didn't even think to get the girls to pose for one together. &amp;nbsp;Sigh. &amp;nbsp;Fun party though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right before Thanksgiving a new Tinker Bell "movie" came out. &amp;nbsp;So in honor of &lt;i&gt;The Pixie Hollow Games, &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;worked with some friends to throw a fabulous fairy party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We started at a friends house where Silvermist (one of Tinker Bell's friends) had visited and left dew drops (blue tear-drop gems) and fairy treasures (rollo candies -- loved by all of course). &amp;nbsp;The girls went on a treasure hunt and then used their dewdrops to make fantastic dewdrop bracelets. &amp;nbsp;Thanks Silvermist! &amp;nbsp;The idea came from&lt;i&gt; FamilyFun Magazine &lt;/i&gt;and you can find it &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/parties/very-fairy-birthday-party-844544/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MS72Wtq_YQY/TtlkhXCbByI/AAAAAAAACY8/O8cPsMKebg4/s1600/IMG_5490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MS72Wtq_YQY/TtlkhXCbByI/AAAAAAAACY8/O8cPsMKebg4/s320/IMG_5490.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 after playing for a little while we came back to our house. &amp;nbsp;We started by making some flower fairy friends (also from the magazine &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/crafts/flower-friends-667264/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) that the girls just loved. &amp;nbsp;And they did turn out really really cute! &amp;nbsp;I prepped most of the parts beforehand and the "building" still required parental involvement but the girls did really well with picking colors and cutting and assembling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPz4mUxzjI4/TtlklTM5rFI/AAAAAAAACZE/5YvFfVUhscQ/s1600/IMG_5492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPz4mUxzjI4/TtlklTM5rFI/AAAAAAAACZE/5YvFfVUhscQ/s320/IMG_5492.JPG" width="240" /&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/-3jL-88pCXDA/TtlkqQUr8YI/AAAAAAAACZM/Kg_DPh7QWAQ/s1600/IMG_5494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jL-88pCXDA/TtlkqQUr8YI/AAAAAAAACZM/Kg_DPh7QWAQ/s320/IMG_5494.JPG" width="320" /&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;Afterwards, we laid out a picnic blanket and had a picnic lunch eating fabulous fairy foods: fruit, flower sandwiches, little crackers, mini cupcakes, and &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/recipes/nutty-for-acorns-1022745/"&gt;acorn cookies&lt;/a&gt; (also from &lt;i&gt;FamilyFun&lt;/i&gt;, my goodness they have the best ideas!!) while watching the movie and we ALL loved that. &amp;nbsp;I'm serious! &amp;nbsp;The girls were&amp;nbsp;mesmerized and the adults laughed at quite a few things as well. &amp;nbsp;It was actually really really cute and just a shame that it was a lot shorter than we thought -- 1/2 hour maybe 45 minutes -- not a feature length.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-egibOt5NsO8/Ttlkux2ZmQI/AAAAAAAACZU/VvqGQ2Rdlsg/s1600/IMG_5496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-egibOt5NsO8/Ttlkux2ZmQI/AAAAAAAACZU/VvqGQ2Rdlsg/s320/IMG_5496.JPG" width="320" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1Vbij1z12o/Ttlk0XWXcPI/AAAAAAAACZc/bZJBE6M9-1Q/s1600/IMG_5497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1Vbij1z12o/Ttlk0XWXcPI/AAAAAAAACZc/bZJBE6M9-1Q/s320/IMG_5497.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ignore the while frosting -- they would have been much cuter with brown but they were still cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, we had a GREAT time! &amp;nbsp;Megan may be asking for fairy parties for quite some time . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-5490789720935123315?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/5490789720935123315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=5490789720935123315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/5490789720935123315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/5490789720935123315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/12/fairy-party.html' title='A Fairy Party!'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MS72Wtq_YQY/TtlkhXCbByI/AAAAAAAACY8/O8cPsMKebg4/s72-c/IMG_5490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-1623808365377680175</id><published>2011-11-30T12:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T12:42:16.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A friend of mine gave a really good talk on Sunday about gratitude. &amp;nbsp;She asked the question, are we living the things that we are grateful for, not simply saying them? &amp;nbsp;So when I say I am grateful to have a temple, do I show that gratitude by visiting regularly. &amp;nbsp;When I say I am grateful for my family, do I show them that in the way that I treat them.&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 this past week I have had much to be grateful for in having my parents here for Thanksgiving but I'm not sure how well I showed it since I spent a lot of time on the couch or in the bathroom. &amp;nbsp;My mom was amazing with entertaining the girls, cooking meals, and even cleaning my house before she left. &amp;nbsp;And despite the nausea, we had a great time as a family and I'm really looking forward to having them ALL (my whole family!) for Christmas.&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/-mbGP-lmiTEQ/TtaDlBvROyI/AAAAAAAACYE/2F7yNTPO9O8/s1600/IMG_5425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mbGP-lmiTEQ/TtaDlBvROyI/AAAAAAAACYE/2F7yNTPO9O8/s320/IMG_5425.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The girls love when Grandma comes because they get to play on her bed -- a mattress on the floor. &amp;nbsp;They enjoying snuggling, jumping, plopping, bouncing -- all the things they're not allowed to do on their regular beds (except the snuggling, but they never want to snuggle with me!).&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/-LhEObtu-pwc/TtaDopQtZAI/AAAAAAAACYM/RqEFrHfIABA/s1600/IMG_5427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhEObtu-pwc/TtaDopQtZAI/AAAAAAAACYM/RqEFrHfIABA/s320/IMG_5427.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sorry for the light behind the picture but Abby really loved watching football with daddy and Grandpa (which she can now say. &amp;nbsp;There is no more ka-pow).&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/-wxxOaD80u0k/TtaEVew_S8I/AAAAAAAACYU/RG0w62IuU50/s1600/IMG_5432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wxxOaD80u0k/TtaEVew_S8I/AAAAAAAACYU/RG0w62IuU50/s320/IMG_5432.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And it was tons of fun to get the decorations out of course!! &amp;nbsp;Boxes to sit in, things to play with that shouldn't be played with, pure heaven!&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/--QzvG2WmNx0/TtaEeNm3uaI/AAAAAAAACYc/DPQijQPymv4/s1600/IMG_5442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--QzvG2WmNx0/TtaEeNm3uaI/AAAAAAAACYc/DPQijQPymv4/s320/IMG_5442.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Bass Pro Shop and looked at Santa Claus and rode the carousel. &amp;nbsp;Abby cried bloody murder when it was time to get off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bU5YZfCmPVU/TtaEjcDi3CI/AAAAAAAACYk/7d0M3xaIMus/s1600/IMG_5444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bU5YZfCmPVU/TtaEjcDi3CI/AAAAAAAACYk/7d0M3xaIMus/s320/IMG_5444.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My parents also stayed with the girls alone while Chopper and I took an overnight date for an early anniversary present. &amp;nbsp;Hooray! &amp;nbsp;We had a great time, very relaxing and I think we might have to do that again some time!&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;Now it's back to the same old same old except that everyone will be back in just 2 and 1/2 weeks and I have SOOOOO much to do! &amp;nbsp;And not enough energy. &amp;nbsp;Like right now -- I should start sewing but all I really want to do is take a nap. &amp;nbsp;What wins? &amp;nbsp;I guess we'll find out later. &amp;nbsp;Maybe just a short nap . . .&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;Oh and this is cute video. &amp;nbsp;Abby is so vocal now and she likes to say "ta-da" when we turn the Christmas tree lights on but of course won't do it on camera. &amp;nbsp;But all our conversation is pretty interesting as the girls help decorate the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T_NrJ2_j_fY" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-1623808365377680175?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1623808365377680175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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but it's a little dampened right now by a few factors:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;I'm only 6 weeks and I'm already exhausted and&amp;nbsp;nauseous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Now that Megan's almost four and Abby almost two I have a better understanding of what having children means -- especially multiple children. &amp;nbsp;Because even when pregnant with Abby, Megan was young enough to not really get it . . . yet.&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'm excited but also apprehensive about the additional responsibility and work. &amp;nbsp;But I know there will be additional joy. &amp;nbsp;I'm already looking forward to seeing how different # 3 will be. &amp;nbsp;I was looking at Megan the other day when she was laying next to me in bed (I can't get up to save my life these days) and thought about how beautiful she is and how individual. &amp;nbsp;Abby too. &amp;nbsp;So the thought of a third one is really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the outpouring of love and support from my friends here has been incredible -- offers to take the girls so I can get some rest and one friend just brought me a lasagna so I don't have to cook tonight! &amp;nbsp;I have wonderful wonderful friends!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that's the big news. &amp;nbsp;Stay tuned because more will surely follow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-4023265167271075320?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-3075833242512931329</id><published>2011-11-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:15:40.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training Success!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well it's been a week today since we started potty-training Megan and I think we've been very successful. &amp;nbsp;Since beginning the process Megan has:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;not had a single pee accident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;successfully transitioned from pooping on the floor to pooping in the potty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Been dry for 4 nights in a row&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIRACLES DO HAPPEN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I take no credit for this.&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 part of it is her age (4 years old in 2 1/2 months), the amount of bribery we've given her (shamelessly I might add), prunes, and Heavenly Father taking pity on me because of everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say we are INCREDIBLY proud of her and have been doing lots and lots of happy dances around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-674158927868481196</id><published>2011-11-12T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T14:11:29.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Ants are Mean!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are many times that I am grateful I was never a pioneer but I am even more grateful that I was never a Texas pioneer. &amp;nbsp;Texas bugs are big, nasty, and mean and if I couldn't combat them with chemicals and solid walls and foundations, I think I would die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Case in point, there was a terrible story about a baby abandoned in a dumpster a few months back and when it was found (incredibly still alive), the ants had gotten to it. &amp;nbsp;The pictures made me want to throw up and it wasn't bad -- just the thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yesterday we went to a park to play with some friends. &amp;nbsp;The play set in this park is set in cement with that spongy rubber padding stuff but of course Abby and another little boy about her age find some dirt in the cement cracks to play with. &amp;nbsp;No problem right? &amp;nbsp;I'm all about playing in the dirt (sometimes).&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 thing I know, she comes running over to me whimpering and when I take a look, she is covered in ants! &amp;nbsp;Fortunately she was very well covered but they were all over her poor little hands and clothes. &amp;nbsp;And the thing is -- when they bite, they stick. &amp;nbsp;So you can't just brush them off, you have to flick, pinch, hit, use force to get them off. &amp;nbsp;And they hurt! &amp;nbsp;I don't think that these were full-fledged fire ants (which are HUGE and PAINFUL!) but they were the little black and red hybrids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at her sweet little hands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSSMihgEQD0/Tr7gUM2FFlI/AAAAAAAACX8/yXjY5wDghYs/s1600/IMG_5389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSSMihgEQD0/Tr7gUM2FFlI/AAAAAAAACX8/yXjY5wDghYs/s320/IMG_5389.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How horrendous is that!!! &amp;nbsp;She's fine now but THAT is why I try (obviously failed yesterday) to monitor their playing especially when it involves dirt. &amp;nbsp;These things are everywhere. &amp;nbsp;And it's also why we got a stand alone sandbox rather than built one in. &amp;nbsp;They're less likely to invade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-674158927868481196?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/674158927868481196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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besides using the potty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;Cutting paper (all of my index cards have been reduced to confetti)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Peeling eggs. &amp;nbsp;We got some brown eggs and she was so fascinated that I boiled them up and she ate some! &amp;nbsp;That is a miracle in and of itself. &amp;nbsp;And you should've seen how proud she was to peel that darn egg all by herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chopper, Abby, and I are all sick. &amp;nbsp;That means things are really miserable and we're watching a lot of TV and ordering pizza because no one wants to cook. &amp;nbsp;But hopefully, by the end of the week, ALL of the misery will be over and we can move forward to Thanksgiving!&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 completely dropped the ball on 30 days of gratitude so instead I am creating a list (to post all at once) of 30 things I'm grateful for. &amp;nbsp;It's probably cheating but I'm not in the mood right now to post every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am grateful for delivery though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-6478247419283556444?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6478247419283556444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=6478247419283556444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just uploaded 126 pictures. &amp;nbsp;And I thought that I was paring it down!&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;Chopper says it's just going to take ages for people to look at and that's probably true but I can't help myself!!!&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 weekend I had the best husband ever! &amp;nbsp;Chopper took a day off of work and kept the girls so that I could go to Houston for the International Quilt Festival!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;It was positively amazing. &amp;nbsp;One lady next to me said, "I don't know whether to be inspired or discouraged." &amp;nbsp;They were ALL that good. &amp;nbsp;We (I went with some friends) spend Friday and Saturday at the Quilt Festival adoring quilts, shopping, having great girl time and great food and now I'm home and ready to work on all of my projects that need to be finished. &amp;nbsp;I bought way too much fabric so no one is getting anything for Christmas that's NOT quilted! &amp;nbsp;As I went through my pictures I realized that I just cannot convey how incredible this experience was -- and I didn't even take classes! &amp;nbsp;And I'm not going to point out which ones are hand or machine or art or applique or whatever. &amp;nbsp;If you love quilts (and there literally was something for everyone) then just enjoy the pictures. &amp;nbsp;If it needs some explanation -- then I'll share!&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/-5PrASZpwH8E/TraoJM-88zI/AAAAAAAACIM/hfbc9rMrpPY/s1600/IMG_5027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PrASZpwH8E/TraoJM-88zI/AAAAAAAACIM/hfbc9rMrpPY/s320/IMG_5027.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The convention center looks like a giant cruise ship!&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/-q0sSF5wPUF4/TraoNEbsuMI/AAAAAAAACIU/svn-PuCG87A/s1600/IMG_5028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0sSF5wPUF4/TraoNEbsuMI/AAAAAAAACIU/svn-PuCG87A/s320/IMG_5028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9nhp7e_Iy3A/TraoRzNPECI/AAAAAAAACIc/WuGZ4Hw4nzM/s1600/IMG_5030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9nhp7e_Iy3A/TraoRzNPECI/AAAAAAAACIc/WuGZ4Hw4nzM/s320/IMG_5030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gib-VP8GkuM/TraoW-WopvI/AAAAAAAACIk/Y_zietnP9rY/s1600/IMG_5034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gib-VP8GkuM/TraoW-WopvI/AAAAAAAACIk/Y_zietnP9rY/s320/IMG_5034.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cancouver Cityscape at Dusk by Terry Aske&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/-EXWt853jniA/TraocvBeOaI/AAAAAAAACIs/lcZd1r2n16Q/s1600/IMG_5036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EXWt853jniA/TraocvBeOaI/AAAAAAAACIs/lcZd1r2n16Q/s320/IMG_5036.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wheel of Teal by Marilyn J. Farquhar&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/-CRoIJT0oDNw/Traoh5GjzCI/AAAAAAAACI0/vKQZjkhmEtg/s1600/IMG_5043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CRoIJT0oDNw/Traoh5GjzCI/AAAAAAAACI0/vKQZjkhmEtg/s320/IMG_5043.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good Onya Sonya Onya Bike! by Helen C. Godden&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/-2Iem4-3T0I8/TraomOlqOTI/AAAAAAAACI8/MsWjfvdl-Pk/s1600/IMG_5044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Iem4-3T0I8/TraomOlqOTI/AAAAAAAACI8/MsWjfvdl-Pk/s320/IMG_5044.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alpha Quilt by Becky A. Grover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LMW7Xkqd6No/Traoqz0ka2I/AAAAAAAACJE/Jq8opU65sAk/s1600/IMG_5045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LMW7Xkqd6No/Traoqz0ka2I/AAAAAAAACJE/Jq8opU65sAk/s320/IMG_5045.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsnzBoTwdjY/Traouz9g1JI/AAAAAAAACJM/0IpmROK0SQc/s1600/IMG_5054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsnzBoTwdjY/Traouz9g1JI/AAAAAAAACJM/0IpmROK0SQc/s320/IMG_5054.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sakura Sakura by Hiroko Miyama&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/-_5fkq7M4VNk/Traoz-mtnII/AAAAAAAACJU/quzJV5waqUg/s1600/IMG_5057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5fkq7M4VNk/Traoz-mtnII/AAAAAAAACJU/quzJV5waqUg/s320/IMG_5057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everlasting Bouquet by Molly Hamilton-McNally and Cindy Seitz-Krug&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/-Bh2sEoZSgYk/Trao6tP6UnI/AAAAAAAACJc/x9Q0i7ytHGs/s1600/IMG_5060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh2sEoZSgYk/Trao6tP6UnI/AAAAAAAACJc/x9Q0i7ytHGs/s320/IMG_5060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chromatic Transitions by Rachel Wetzler&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/--Nsa59gXzBQ/TrapB0ByL7I/AAAAAAAACJk/CNbZlyhuElY/s1600/IMG_5064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Nsa59gXzBQ/TrapB0ByL7I/AAAAAAAACJk/CNbZlyhuElY/s320/IMG_5064.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Empire Star by Anna Faustino (this one included weaving)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfghC9bW0E8/TrapJIzzqRI/AAAAAAAACJs/tWs8wmSWNGo/s1600/IMG_5065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfghC9bW0E8/TrapJIzzqRI/AAAAAAAACJs/tWs8wmSWNGo/s320/IMG_5065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-NWnpgLGsSX8/TrapOf01dcI/AAAAAAAACJ0/9bhzIwhUxzc/s1600/IMG_5072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NWnpgLGsSX8/TrapOf01dcI/AAAAAAAACJ0/9bhzIwhUxzc/s320/IMG_5072.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Spring Full Bloom by Michiyo Yamamoto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMovdPwr1rA/TrapUnXPrKI/AAAAAAAACJ8/qOIzNsSqcSE/s1600/IMG_5074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMovdPwr1rA/TrapUnXPrKI/AAAAAAAACJ8/qOIzNsSqcSE/s320/IMG_5074.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh2obVVYG_M/TrapabYnvQI/AAAAAAAACKE/8t783_T0K3c/s1600/IMG_5076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh2obVVYG_M/TrapabYnvQI/AAAAAAAACKE/8t783_T0K3c/s320/IMG_5076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Star Struck by Cheryl See (12,256 hexagons!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2yeZyLv95Q/TrapfoTWxXI/AAAAAAAACKM/NEdGGkEqzIE/s1600/IMG_5078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2yeZyLv95Q/TrapfoTWxXI/AAAAAAAACKM/NEdGGkEqzIE/s320/IMG_5078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zImkiQzyVQ/Trapk9CTfNI/AAAAAAAACKU/AHoEiPIEYyo/s1600/IMG_5079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zImkiQzyVQ/Trapk9CTfNI/AAAAAAAACKU/AHoEiPIEYyo/s320/IMG_5079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-CqRXzGYzbIs/TrapqBnWvCI/AAAAAAAACKc/LpMHy7hfuKU/s1600/IMG_5085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CqRXzGYzbIs/TrapqBnWvCI/AAAAAAAACKc/LpMHy7hfuKU/s320/IMG_5085.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Lilly Bloomed by Takido Fusako&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R04fI5TBLyk/Trapvzf2hmI/AAAAAAAACKk/ITfP6Xe_4tw/s1600/IMG_5087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R04fI5TBLyk/Trapvzf2hmI/AAAAAAAACKk/ITfP6Xe_4tw/s320/IMG_5087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpxBuAM-NWM/Trap0_A_3DI/AAAAAAAACKs/spY1HRy4Q-k/s1600/IMG_5090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpxBuAM-NWM/Trap0_A_3DI/AAAAAAAACKs/spY1HRy4Q-k/s320/IMG_5090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vortex in Variation by Nora Ronningen&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/-Syawb6aZUIg/Trap4JGe2DI/AAAAAAAACK0/38mjyUGfOiM/s1600/IMG_5096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Syawb6aZUIg/Trap4JGe2DI/AAAAAAAACK0/38mjyUGfOiM/s320/IMG_5096.JPG" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Galaxy by Kayoko Hata&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/-DFhg03va7NU/Trap9DFiuAI/AAAAAAAACK8/z3Bstdnaa-8/s1600/IMG_5099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DFhg03va7NU/Trap9DFiuAI/AAAAAAAACK8/z3Bstdnaa-8/s320/IMG_5099.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank You Father by Kyoko Yamauchi (applique, not actual lace)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6sgP65rajA/TraqCqzzScI/AAAAAAAACLE/bvKB9KassVs/s1600/IMG_5101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6sgP65rajA/TraqCqzzScI/AAAAAAAACLE/bvKB9KassVs/s320/IMG_5101.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5omGzY2awc/TraqIHOg5pI/AAAAAAAACLM/8vZLKXJifMU/s1600/IMG_5102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5omGzY2awc/TraqIHOg5pI/AAAAAAAACLM/8vZLKXJifMU/s320/IMG_5102.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Euphoria by Deborah Kemball (and that's her!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TL38zoLIOUw/TraqN3OAMzI/AAAAAAAACLU/ngXqaYgqh24/s1600/IMG_5103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TL38zoLIOUw/TraqN3OAMzI/AAAAAAAACLU/ngXqaYgqh24/s320/IMG_5103.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Yy-eLtultE/TraqS6rReOI/AAAAAAAACLc/bkgJMbtqycE/s1600/IMG_5107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Yy-eLtultE/TraqS6rReOI/AAAAAAAACLc/bkgJMbtqycE/s320/IMG_5107.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Favorite Things by Mieko Sasano&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/-nkrWfUH1ISw/TraqYrDnWEI/AAAAAAAACLk/tY2yJYZPOog/s1600/IMG_5109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nkrWfUH1ISw/TraqYrDnWEI/AAAAAAAACLk/tY2yJYZPOog/s320/IMG_5109.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mi Amor by Margarete Heinisch&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/-m1LUQoUHzsQ/Traqf8H8kmI/AAAAAAAACLs/ifSqtU9QStI/s1600/IMG_5111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m1LUQoUHzsQ/Traqf8H8kmI/AAAAAAAACLs/ifSqtU9QStI/s320/IMG_5111.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A Time Between &amp;nbsp;Times by Sara Madsen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynvuM9gfwgc/TraqmpdKjvI/AAAAAAAACL0/_nVid8GDjDc/s1600/IMG_5112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynvuM9gfwgc/TraqmpdKjvI/AAAAAAAACL0/_nVid8GDjDc/s320/IMG_5112.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wRVpMSobQSM/Traqs0dhuLI/AAAAAAAACL8/XfECuffJoOI/s1600/IMG_5120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wRVpMSobQSM/Traqs0dhuLI/AAAAAAAACL8/XfECuffJoOI/s320/IMG_5120.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Harmony Within by Sue McCarty (this one best in show and it was awesome but not my favorite)&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/-oD_T49QSvxE/TraqzBqQ8tI/AAAAAAAACME/xAp6PCj_JNU/s1600/IMG_5126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oD_T49QSvxE/TraqzBqQ8tI/AAAAAAAACME/xAp6PCj_JNU/s320/IMG_5126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas All Around by Sherry Reynolds (don't you love the Christmas trees around the star?)&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/-OZuIUWw-fS8/Traq5LrvO6I/AAAAAAAACMM/4R4PKaFlcUs/s1600/IMG_5128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZuIUWw-fS8/Traq5LrvO6I/AAAAAAAACMM/4R4PKaFlcUs/s320/IMG_5128.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and My Shadow by Gail Stepanek&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/-m5WUA48U8DI/Traq-t3ZSBI/AAAAAAAACMU/Z2R-cotilMY/s1600/IMG_5130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5WUA48U8DI/Traq-t3ZSBI/AAAAAAAACMU/Z2R-cotilMY/s320/IMG_5130.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Insanity by Cathy Miller (so named because it's a miniature quilt that it IS insanity to put together)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFVxso8d9UY/TrarDXQGbvI/AAAAAAAACMc/aYZr8ZVKPQc/s1600/IMG_5131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFVxso8d9UY/TrarDXQGbvI/AAAAAAAACMc/aYZr8ZVKPQc/s320/IMG_5131.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzHK5qGmu8w/TrarKFP0X6I/AAAAAAAACMk/yx2Zfo37ayE/s1600/IMG_5136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzHK5qGmu8w/TrarKFP0X6I/AAAAAAAACMk/yx2Zfo37ayE/s320/IMG_5136.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Monochromatic by Kumiko Rydl (another miniature)&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/-IaEUHg0YpRc/TrarRAHiW2I/AAAAAAAACMs/YyAXzSCfsDU/s1600/IMG_5137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IaEUHg0YpRc/TrarRAHiW2I/AAAAAAAACMs/YyAXzSCfsDU/s320/IMG_5137.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Willow by Gayle Shelton&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/-cOvMEUE4OEI/TrarXEypN5I/AAAAAAAACM0/LKEymuu-O9Q/s1600/IMG_5140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOvMEUE4OEI/TrarXEypN5I/AAAAAAAACM0/LKEymuu-O9Q/s320/IMG_5140.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Reverie by Mardi Carter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9zTicy_gxI/TrarbgTAZBI/AAAAAAAACM8/7K36HqNAPd8/s1600/IMG_5141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9zTicy_gxI/TrarbgTAZBI/AAAAAAAACM8/7K36HqNAPd8/s320/IMG_5141.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-GsdZSMfSeJA/Trarg7sXymI/AAAAAAAACNE/VN4-asKYXoc/s1600/IMG_5143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GsdZSMfSeJA/Trarg7sXymI/AAAAAAAACNE/VN4-asKYXoc/s320/IMG_5143.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Angela's Oriental Rose Window by R. Schwarz&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/-zvDb7k9vXpQ/TrarkP5yv1I/AAAAAAAACNM/3WzpIwHt-v0/s1600/IMG_5145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDb7k9vXpQ/TrarkP5yv1I/AAAAAAAACNM/3WzpIwHt-v0/s320/IMG_5145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ovals and Circles and Squares, Oh My! by Diane Whittier&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/-D_Ap3uXaKVI/TrarqH8Wl6I/AAAAAAAACNU/S3YfHdi9nbc/s1600/IMG_5149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_Ap3uXaKVI/TrarqH8Wl6I/AAAAAAAACNU/S3YfHdi9nbc/s320/IMG_5149.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Opening the Window by Young Kyu Ko&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/-QKE3dQcG2o4/TrarvXj9XmI/AAAAAAAACNc/ADzM3_7ROnc/s1600/IMG_5151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QKE3dQcG2o4/TrarvXj9XmI/AAAAAAAACNc/ADzM3_7ROnc/s320/IMG_5151.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seom Jun River by Kye Sun Yoo&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/-GTCxXwHl04k/Trar1M3euEI/AAAAAAAACNk/93K6wB1D97c/s1600/IMG_5155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTCxXwHl04k/Trar1M3euEI/AAAAAAAACNk/93K6wB1D97c/s320/IMG_5155.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emotions 1 / Passion by Sang Mi Lee&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/-njyE2IVnpbw/Trar50unfsI/AAAAAAAACNs/Flel9sgMFcQ/s1600/IMG_5158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-njyE2IVnpbw/Trar50unfsI/AAAAAAAACNs/Flel9sgMFcQ/s320/IMG_5158.JPG" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Monet's Garden by Eun-Sook An&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0mAMuao4V0/TrasA_SiD1I/AAAAAAAACN0/tf2SthG4j6M/s1600/IMG_5161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0mAMuao4V0/TrasA_SiD1I/AAAAAAAACN0/tf2SthG4j6M/s320/IMG_5161.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-XfJoE-mcKpg/TrasHnHbxMI/AAAAAAAACN8/iQzctF-sjFY/s1600/IMG_5163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfJoE-mcKpg/TrasHnHbxMI/AAAAAAAACN8/iQzctF-sjFY/s320/IMG_5163.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A Starlit Night by Soon-Joong Kim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNJ2R5odUDE/TrasNfNgwLI/AAAAAAAACOE/V0jFhPLUOuw/s1600/IMG_5165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNJ2R5odUDE/TrasNfNgwLI/AAAAAAAACOE/V0jFhPLUOuw/s320/IMG_5165.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-t2dCryEK-DQ/TrasTrzi64I/AAAAAAAACOM/5lrqRBLpnIA/s1600/IMG_5169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2dCryEK-DQ/TrasTrzi64I/AAAAAAAACOM/5lrqRBLpnIA/s320/IMG_5169.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday by Harumi Asada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U48AdhplnyM/TraslyFgJ3I/AAAAAAAACOk/JQXCR18E9rw/s320/IMG_5174.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-BZfVtMvHXIY/TrasrYWNhhI/AAAAAAAACOs/YGJyf9W9J2g/s1600/IMG_5175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZfVtMvHXIY/TrasrYWNhhI/AAAAAAAACOs/YGJyf9W9J2g/s320/IMG_5175.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cherry Blossons by Masako Sakagami&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/-G9c47ITkv4o/TrasxYQoMII/AAAAAAAACO0/rWsdYULSBAE/s1600/IMG_5177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9c47ITkv4o/TrasxYQoMII/AAAAAAAACO0/rWsdYULSBAE/s320/IMG_5177.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Weeping Dorothea by Ann Harwell&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/-NnTPaqjciLk/Tras2W3k7KI/AAAAAAAACO8/37WBAts_Ki0/s1600/IMG_5179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnTPaqjciLk/Tras2W3k7KI/AAAAAAAACO8/37WBAts_Ki0/s320/IMG_5179.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Portland Reflection by Gay Ousley&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/--Ts1XCKJUM4/Tras9o9EfDI/AAAAAAAACPE/EiSMsyBT4oc/s1600/IMG_5181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Ts1XCKJUM4/Tras9o9EfDI/AAAAAAAACPE/EiSMsyBT4oc/s320/IMG_5181.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fall Tateyama by Masako Sakagami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjFfheVtYrM/TratEO2WAEI/AAAAAAAACPM/gfIPl12H6Ak/s1600/IMG_5184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjFfheVtYrM/TratEO2WAEI/AAAAAAAACPM/gfIPl12H6Ak/s320/IMG_5184.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G561bFWS7EQ/TratJQJs9_I/AAAAAAAACPU/DHEIXspOX2I/s1600/IMG_5185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G561bFWS7EQ/TratJQJs9_I/AAAAAAAACPU/DHEIXspOX2I/s320/IMG_5185.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Meadow by Betty Busby&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/-n-uNzlfmxIA/TratOvC1DjI/AAAAAAAACPc/wAQT83mxeQ8/s1600/IMG_5187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-uNzlfmxIA/TratOvC1DjI/AAAAAAAACPc/wAQT83mxeQ8/s320/IMG_5187.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tropicas Insanity by Karen Nanos&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/-yeyPx5OR0Gc/TratUkVKoxI/AAAAAAAACPk/7NeGxzq2qCc/s1600/IMG_5189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yeyPx5OR0Gc/TratUkVKoxI/AAAAAAAACPk/7NeGxzq2qCc/s320/IMG_5189.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Little Red Schoolhouses by Judith H. Gunter&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/-l4ZPzPWjalA/TratZmcIZ2I/AAAAAAAACPs/_PTXnO3fDVg/s1600/IMG_5191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l4ZPzPWjalA/TratZmcIZ2I/AAAAAAAACPs/_PTXnO3fDVg/s320/IMG_5191.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TADj9_Eh964/Tratf4tz-BI/AAAAAAAACP0/hsOvTfY5Wtc/s1600/IMG_5194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TADj9_Eh964/Tratf4tz-BI/AAAAAAAACP0/hsOvTfY5Wtc/s320/IMG_5194.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Blazing Autumn Trees by Terry Aske&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/-RyqVHh5U6xk/TratltQ2X9I/AAAAAAAACP8/xy0GjkAUsGg/s1600/IMG_5195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RyqVHh5U6xk/TratltQ2X9I/AAAAAAAACP8/xy0GjkAUsGg/s320/IMG_5195.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;California Beauty by Felisa C. Lyons&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/-CErw7GI3KOo/TratqwzvX9I/AAAAAAAACQE/x72E77dUBXs/s1600/IMG_5197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CErw7GI3KOo/TratqwzvX9I/AAAAAAAACQE/x72E77dUBXs/s320/IMG_5197.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The First Day by Martha A. Kraatz&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/-8kZMymtCYFg/TratxaWeMyI/AAAAAAAACQM/5SKQG1awaWo/s1600/IMG_5199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kZMymtCYFg/TratxaWeMyI/AAAAAAAACQM/5SKQG1awaWo/s320/IMG_5199.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Luck Be A Lady by Madeline I. McMurry and Michelle Dean-Hage&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/-rTs-v4-DwCM/Trat25YfEpI/AAAAAAAACQU/47B9iRS_Hg8/s1600/IMG_5201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTs-v4-DwCM/Trat25YfEpI/AAAAAAAACQU/47B9iRS_Hg8/s320/IMG_5201.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Star Gazing by Jean Crouchet and Denise Green&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/-wjWtGc63V00/Trat71XZCQI/AAAAAAAACQc/t-sPLygb3U0/s1600/IMG_5205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjWtGc63V00/Trat71XZCQI/AAAAAAAACQc/t-sPLygb3U0/s320/IMG_5205.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daiwabo Concentric Circles by Jane Statham&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/-13OmLqlFyjw/TrauCHGrdWI/AAAAAAAACQk/OFYTQuIYYE8/s1600/IMG_5207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13OmLqlFyjw/TrauCHGrdWI/AAAAAAAACQk/OFYTQuIYYE8/s320/IMG_5207.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Spiral Galaxy by Vickie K. Owen&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/-jKVwZNzIOcI/TrauGvnsz4I/AAAAAAAACQs/QPgNEnl8cYw/s1600/IMG_5209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jKVwZNzIOcI/TrauGvnsz4I/AAAAAAAACQs/QPgNEnl8cYw/s320/IMG_5209.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh that's me! &amp;nbsp;Surprise! &amp;nbsp;I made a pillowcase for the 1 million pillowcase challenge that's going on. &amp;nbsp;I was #509 completed at the show.&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/-5jrgd8EDulg/TrauLtP2oUI/AAAAAAAACQ0/ZB1d_kYCK8o/s1600/IMG_5211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5jrgd8EDulg/TrauLtP2oUI/AAAAAAAACQ0/ZB1d_kYCK8o/s320/IMG_5211.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Untitled by Joann Balling&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/-lte0C5z3-0I/TrauRbSSOJI/AAAAAAAACQ8/V9bbLg9zRLE/s1600/IMG_5216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lte0C5z3-0I/TrauRbSSOJI/AAAAAAAACQ8/V9bbLg9zRLE/s320/IMG_5216.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Welcome to New Braunfels, TX by Jane Hardy Miller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbvO__hIfVI/TrauX1Eyh1I/AAAAAAAACRE/9NROIPZ4nO8/s1600/IMG_5217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbvO__hIfVI/TrauX1Eyh1I/AAAAAAAACRE/9NROIPZ4nO8/s320/IMG_5217.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pP4TQhxaQZk/Traue6ZxmKI/AAAAAAAACRM/JuumobBWiAs/s1600/IMG_5220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pP4TQhxaQZk/Traue6ZxmKI/AAAAAAAACRM/JuumobBWiAs/s320/IMG_5220.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Spinning Out Spinning In 4 by Helen Remick (top) and Spinning Out Spinning In 2: Katrina Fibernotchy by the same artist (bottom).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ptKxwxHMumo/Traulvhl3yI/AAAAAAAACRU/aco8eEbSNpU/s1600/IMG_5223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ptKxwxHMumo/Traulvhl3yI/AAAAAAAACRU/aco8eEbSNpU/s320/IMG_5223.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpWacTc8SzA/Traup2Tt-WI/AAAAAAAACRc/fyneSiwmXq8/s1600/IMG_5226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpWacTc8SzA/Traup2Tt-WI/AAAAAAAACRc/fyneSiwmXq8/s320/IMG_5226.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A quilted hamburger at one of the guild booths -- I can't remember which one.&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/-Hu-Xvhl5R4Q/Trauv95dR1I/AAAAAAAACRk/h1BViwQOmck/s1600/IMG_5232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hu-Xvhl5R4Q/Trauv95dR1I/AAAAAAAACRk/h1BViwQOmck/s320/IMG_5232.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Quilt Show by Carole L. Corder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08R-4l8CX8E/Trau3WYQAVI/AAAAAAAACRs/4B1hZwxT3Hk/s1600/IMG_5234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08R-4l8CX8E/Trau3WYQAVI/AAAAAAAACRs/4B1hZwxT3Hk/s320/IMG_5234.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zVVzHKUw1EQ/Trau80AIJ-I/AAAAAAAACR0/UMdGrQzrKNI/s1600/IMG_5235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zVVzHKUw1EQ/Trau80AIJ-I/AAAAAAAACR0/UMdGrQzrKNI/s320/IMG_5235.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Autumn Sunrise by Shelagh Deming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c20p8NMzf9A/TravCQElSVI/AAAAAAAACR8/MFMW8Snp8ZM/s1600/IMG_5237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c20p8NMzf9A/TravCQElSVI/AAAAAAAACR8/MFMW8Snp8ZM/s320/IMG_5237.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2GywIN3bPA/TravG7KdTrI/AAAAAAAACSE/iKSGTxHbrWo/s1600/IMG_5238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2GywIN3bPA/TravG7KdTrI/AAAAAAAACSE/iKSGTxHbrWo/s320/IMG_5238.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Quilt Car!!!!&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/-iWzGdJM3RTc/TravMXFyDSI/AAAAAAAACSM/0XYklJXYl20/s1600/IMG_5239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWzGdJM3RTc/TravMXFyDSI/AAAAAAAACSM/0XYklJXYl20/s320/IMG_5239.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;An Athlete on Ice by Yoshiko Miyamoto&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/-Emj3w6YNTMc/TravSonvZSI/AAAAAAAACSU/his1uL-8ELY/s1600/IMG_5242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Emj3w6YNTMc/TravSonvZSI/AAAAAAAACSU/his1uL-8ELY/s320/IMG_5242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Natsumi and Sumire by Hiroko Hiyama (this one was SOOOOO sweet!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zV3fhCpBj2A/TravZkWI-ZI/AAAAAAAACSc/H_6WWK446Ko/s1600/IMG_5243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zV3fhCpBj2A/TravZkWI-ZI/AAAAAAAACSc/H_6WWK446Ko/s320/IMG_5243.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MrPxqw1OWU/TravekRbMXI/AAAAAAAACSk/v2BuPjRWW0M/s1600/IMG_5244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MrPxqw1OWU/TravekRbMXI/AAAAAAAACSk/v2BuPjRWW0M/s320/IMG_5244.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Checks and Balances by Caryl Bryer Fallert (LOVED LOVED LOVED THIS ONE TOO!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hz_nUBcjQkg/TravlGd_AVI/AAAAAAAACSs/rMXS74-nfnw/s1600/IMG_5246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hz_nUBcjQkg/TravlGd_AVI/AAAAAAAACSs/rMXS74-nfnw/s320/IMG_5246.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GYsHt1K7QV8/TravrjwKl3I/AAAAAAAACS0/6nFV8C3LWCQ/s1600/IMG_5247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GYsHt1K7QV8/TravrjwKl3I/AAAAAAAACS0/6nFV8C3LWCQ/s320/IMG_5247.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ReO3lmgC-88/Travw542kfI/AAAAAAAACS8/OETfeLUg6mI/s1600/IMG_5248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ReO3lmgC-88/Travw542kfI/AAAAAAAACS8/OETfeLUg6mI/s320/IMG_5248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Artifications by Gloria Hansen&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/-01tG3dJeje8/Trav2KtcTcI/AAAAAAAACTE/qSbM7TGkAso/s1600/IMG_5250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01tG3dJeje8/Trav2KtcTcI/AAAAAAAACTE/qSbM7TGkAso/s320/IMG_5250.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Crested Barbet by Barbara McKie&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/-IpDTifLJgvY/Trav6rQhUTI/AAAAAAAACTM/pCiMqlv9xVI/s1600/IMG_5254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IpDTifLJgvY/Trav6rQhUTI/AAAAAAAACTM/pCiMqlv9xVI/s320/IMG_5254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Peony by Barbara Persing&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/-rDaxs_D1aGo/Trav_EtRHqI/AAAAAAAACTU/OJk4vy97jgo/s1600/IMG_5261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDaxs_D1aGo/Trav_EtRHqI/AAAAAAAACTU/OJk4vy97jgo/s320/IMG_5261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caravanserai by Cheryl FitzGerald&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/-XdQQzt3UOyA/TrawE82fCjI/AAAAAAAACTc/MPDXFSIvBM4/s1600/IMG_5262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdQQzt3UOyA/TrawE82fCjI/AAAAAAAACTc/MPDXFSIvBM4/s320/IMG_5262.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New York Sunset by DAMSS Marco Sarzi-Sartori and Daniela Arnoldi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIri57xlSjw/TrawKjAY9BI/AAAAAAAACTk/pLkYf0bFn9o/s1600/IMG_5263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIri57xlSjw/TrawKjAY9BI/AAAAAAAACTk/pLkYf0bFn9o/s320/IMG_5263.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtlWdYRu7wY/TrawP27jeJI/AAAAAAAACTs/2ae1CdgjRgQ/s1600/IMG_5265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtlWdYRu7wY/TrawP27jeJI/AAAAAAAACTs/2ae1CdgjRgQ/s320/IMG_5265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Central Park by Kathy York (3D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-welyUN7fEbc/TrawVfLRzvI/AAAAAAAACT0/oRpfVzWDZxs/s1600/IMG_5266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-welyUN7fEbc/TrawVfLRzvI/AAAAAAAACT0/oRpfVzWDZxs/s320/IMG_5266.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUnKZ82JB5M/TrawbVcwXXI/AAAAAAAACT8/LdcOP1G4D5g/s1600/IMG_5268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUnKZ82JB5M/TrawbVcwXXI/AAAAAAAACT8/LdcOP1G4D5g/s320/IMG_5268.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TheSecret Life of Dancing Tulips by Jeanne Brenner and Maureen O'Doogan&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/-cuGyIZoLqsc/Trawhw9gwsI/AAAAAAAACUE/hRCkBmpZb_4/s1600/IMG_5270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuGyIZoLqsc/Trawhw9gwsI/AAAAAAAACUE/hRCkBmpZb_4/s320/IMG_5270.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another Whimsical Garden by Tina Curran&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/-yiFQlI1-y1o/TrawoBUd8FI/AAAAAAAACUM/zjpTKxsft_I/s1600/IMG_5279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yiFQlI1-y1o/TrawoBUd8FI/AAAAAAAACUM/zjpTKxsft_I/s320/IMG_5279.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Red Vase at Moonlight by Barbara Lies&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/-pZ0keXG6zoE/TrawuLRwThI/AAAAAAAACUU/z0-bfw7WOWk/s1600/IMG_5285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZ0keXG6zoE/TrawuLRwThI/AAAAAAAACUU/z0-bfw7WOWk/s320/IMG_5285.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Camelot Country by Liz Jones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRPq-o0JX04/TrawyHGYkbI/AAAAAAAACUc/Se5XZwNzoUw/s1600/IMG_5286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRPq-o0JX04/TrawyHGYkbI/AAAAAAAACUc/Se5XZwNzoUw/s320/IMG_5286.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4BLB685Tr3w/Traw3q7cLXI/AAAAAAAACUk/zIhdUA4mDi8/s1600/IMG_5288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4BLB685Tr3w/Traw3q7cLXI/AAAAAAAACUk/zIhdUA4mDi8/s320/IMG_5288.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Crimson Promises by Sharon Schamber (this was won a big prize and was incredible. &amp;nbsp;It's also see-through -- I have no idea how she sewed the cording into the quilt like that -- oh and it's all hand dyed too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NoosSx1r_E4/Traw8ZJ8w9I/AAAAAAAACUs/1bzK7vi_tWM/s1600/IMG_5290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NoosSx1r_E4/Traw8ZJ8w9I/AAAAAAAACUs/1bzK7vi_tWM/s320/IMG_5290.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-czILhoCzeKQ/TraxBB0X5GI/AAAAAAAACU0/GbmKL1GHnVc/s1600/IMG_5291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-czILhoCzeKQ/TraxBB0X5GI/AAAAAAAACU0/GbmKL1GHnVc/s320/IMG_5291.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-k8KrBa9Dtp0/TraxGAIlw0I/AAAAAAAACU8/bJFs3bLPG3A/s1600/IMG_5292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k8KrBa9Dtp0/TraxGAIlw0I/AAAAAAAACU8/bJFs3bLPG3A/s320/IMG_5292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gPHa127q98/TraxJvTncsI/AAAAAAAACVE/5h7JGvZqslQ/s1600/IMG_5293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gPHa127q98/TraxJvTncsI/AAAAAAAACVE/5h7JGvZqslQ/s320/IMG_5293.JPG" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The One That Got Away by Margery Hedges (I loved the perspective on this)&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/-5vr9XfOaKsk/TraxNp3JCsI/AAAAAAAACVM/v9q0evR4AsM/s1600/IMG_5299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5vr9XfOaKsk/TraxNp3JCsI/AAAAAAAACVM/v9q0evR4AsM/s320/IMG_5299.JPG" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My White Garden by Michiko Inaba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyTmNxCITvg/TraxUVlmuhI/AAAAAAAACVU/NLob2voEjRU/s1600/IMG_5301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyTmNxCITvg/TraxUVlmuhI/AAAAAAAACVU/NLob2voEjRU/s320/IMG_5301.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGaMvN4PIEU/TraxZ_-Z_HI/AAAAAAAACVc/ViChh1cP-sk/s1600/IMG_5303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGaMvN4PIEU/TraxZ_-Z_HI/AAAAAAAACVc/ViChh1cP-sk/s320/IMG_5303.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Metamorphosis by Gabrielle Paquin&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/-WD7aN1Yhu0I/Traxe5J3kfI/AAAAAAAACVk/HgDFfb9bQ_k/s1600/IMG_5305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WD7aN1Yhu0I/Traxe5J3kfI/AAAAAAAACVk/HgDFfb9bQ_k/s320/IMG_5305.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Hues of Amber by Karlyn Bue Lohrenz&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/-OmUr2iOKE18/TraxkNV6yfI/AAAAAAAACVs/8AIEIYEoP1U/s1600/IMG_5322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OmUr2iOKE18/TraxkNV6yfI/AAAAAAAACVs/8AIEIYEoP1U/s320/IMG_5322.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Without Medusa a.k.a. My Big Fat Greek Quilt by Pat Connally&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/-vyuCgyVOOdg/TraxpQYn1LI/AAAAAAAACV0/r_eI4ZRE7o0/s1600/IMG_5324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyuCgyVOOdg/TraxpQYn1LI/AAAAAAAACV0/r_eI4ZRE7o0/s320/IMG_5324.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Annj Pigneri with her quilt that I forgot to take a picture of the sign with the name of 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/-DEa5hTdGv-0/TraxvXwZCgI/AAAAAAAACV8/x_xsdJf6XxY/s1600/IMG_5325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DEa5hTdGv-0/TraxvXwZCgI/AAAAAAAACV8/x_xsdJf6XxY/s320/IMG_5325.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Counterpoint by Pam Hill&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/-pJSWU4B9lLE/Trax0ouF1yI/AAAAAAAACWE/jf4FK46l-w4/s1600/IMG_5327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pJSWU4B9lLE/Trax0ouF1yI/AAAAAAAACWE/jf4FK46l-w4/s320/IMG_5327.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vintage Values by Linda Roy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jIpnaCYgbKY/Trax5YSPiyI/AAAAAAAACWM/-KLvaIyVYi4/s1600/IMG_5328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jIpnaCYgbKY/Trax5YSPiyI/AAAAAAAACWM/-KLvaIyVYi4/s320/IMG_5328.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-jV52n7qe1fk/Trax-RQrR_I/AAAAAAAACWU/MudRRMo5iTE/s1600/IMG_5329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jV52n7qe1fk/Trax-RQrR_I/AAAAAAAACWU/MudRRMo5iTE/s320/IMG_5329.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-Uy9RydOhdsc/TrayEYy7uWI/AAAAAAAACWc/p0tUcQYqlEI/s1600/IMG_5333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uy9RydOhdsc/TrayEYy7uWI/AAAAAAAACWc/p0tUcQYqlEI/s320/IMG_5333.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marmalade Parade by Anne Michelle Settle&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/-P0DPzUMmpAs/TrayJHvFG2I/AAAAAAAACWk/CjZRQvzkZL4/s1600/IMG_5335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0DPzUMmpAs/TrayJHvFG2I/AAAAAAAACWk/CjZRQvzkZL4/s320/IMG_5335.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Laneway by Linda A. Hobbs and Grace Whiting&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/-xkyFzG3cjTk/TrayOnKe1RI/AAAAAAAACWs/Q-JrXfsDDBk/s1600/IMG_5337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkyFzG3cjTk/TrayOnKe1RI/AAAAAAAACWs/Q-JrXfsDDBk/s320/IMG_5337.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Spring Awakens by Vanessa Wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyL7adov2As/TrayUduTEyI/AAAAAAAACW0/XUaZQZP9MaE/s1600/IMG_5338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyL7adov2As/TrayUduTEyI/AAAAAAAACW0/XUaZQZP9MaE/s320/IMG_5338.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;They also had a display of these quilts. &amp;nbsp;It's a series called Twelve By Twelve. &amp;nbsp;Twelve artists were given a theme or color every two months and made a quilt that was sized 12 x 12. &amp;nbsp;There's more information, etc. on their &lt;a href="http://www.twelveby12.org/"&gt;blog for the project.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkilUypXXyE/TrayZLfx7gI/AAAAAAAACW8/xt8YYO-YnQ0/s1600/IMG_5341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkilUypXXyE/TrayZLfx7gI/AAAAAAAACW8/xt8YYO-YnQ0/s320/IMG_5341.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Colorplay 10: Spice&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/-ftaNHsGuphI/TrayfBnDoUI/AAAAAAAACXE/FirzpOQu5fM/s1600/IMG_5347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ftaNHsGuphI/TrayfBnDoUI/AAAAAAAACXE/FirzpOQu5fM/s320/IMG_5347.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIeBVo7XkGg/Trayj05388I/AAAAAAAACXM/4h5yeBjrrMI/s1600/IMG_5351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIeBVo7XkGg/Trayj05388I/AAAAAAAACXM/4h5yeBjrrMI/s320/IMG_5351.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4LLM7knsyRg/TraypiHhDvI/AAAAAAAACXU/FcK-37AVr9k/s1600/IMG_5352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4LLM7knsyRg/TraypiHhDvI/AAAAAAAACXU/FcK-37AVr9k/s320/IMG_5352.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-z6CntlJgmMg/TrayvMtXlkI/AAAAAAAACXc/dejks4Fejw4/s1600/IMG_5353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z6CntlJgmMg/TrayvMtXlkI/AAAAAAAACXc/dejks4Fejw4/s320/IMG_5353.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Theme 3: Community&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/-9D0QlkWeRQ4/Tray0zZyU_I/AAAAAAAACXk/qChjYlLN578/s1600/IMG_5362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9D0QlkWeRQ4/Tray0zZyU_I/AAAAAAAACXk/qChjYlLN578/s320/IMG_5362.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was an Alice in Wonderland Quilt that was done by a group (each did a piece of the story and then they are puzzle pieces that fit together) but again, I forgot to take a picture of the credit! &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry!&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/-QKyW2xnR0e0/Tray5GNPUbI/AAAAAAAACXs/k4AGZ7_-Dzw/s1600/IMG_5365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QKyW2xnR0e0/Tray5GNPUbI/AAAAAAAACXs/k4AGZ7_-Dzw/s320/IMG_5365.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lots of quilt stars! &amp;nbsp;This is Eleanor Burns. &amp;nbsp;It was really great to talk to artists about their works in the show.&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/-XgCbY_JnKHE/Tray9iiLx6I/AAAAAAAACX0/lGZmfHm6ljU/s1600/IMG_5372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XgCbY_JnKHE/Tray9iiLx6I/AAAAAAAACX0/lGZmfHm6ljU/s320/IMG_5372.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there was a cloth doll exhibit as well which I knew would freak Chopper out but I had to take a picture of this one of King Henry VIII and his wives (all holding symbols of how they no longer became his wives) because I thought it was hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-1663469236751571494?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1663469236751571494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=1663469236751571494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/1663469236751571494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/1663469236751571494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-do-i-even-begin.html' title='Where Do I Even Begin????'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PrASZpwH8E/TraoJM-88zI/AAAAAAAACIM/hfbc9rMrpPY/s72-c/IMG_5027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-3926585224494743061</id><published>2011-11-02T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:13:20.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I am Thankful that . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can be of service to others.&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;And I don't say that to boast or anything. &amp;nbsp;Today I was helping a friend so that she could go help a friend. &amp;nbsp;It's nice to know that she trusts me with her children and that we are good friends to be able to do that. &amp;nbsp;I am grateful that we are a healthy family that are currently in a position to be able to help others when they need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conversely, I am also grateful for all those who help us when we do need it. &amp;nbsp;We have had many instances of needing service this year from someplace to drop the kids for a doctor's appointment to a place to stay during Chopper's dad's funeral. &amp;nbsp;I am grateful for such a huge network of support among family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm grateful to be able to participate in a network of support for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-3926585224494743061?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3926585224494743061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=3926585224494743061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/3926585224494743061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/3926585224494743061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-i-am-thankful-that.html' title='Today I am Thankful that . . .'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-1416824782122124173</id><published>2011-11-01T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:41:05.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never done this before but I've been seeing on Facebook the 30 days of gratitude posts and thought why not? &amp;nbsp;And rather, do it on blogger so that it's preserved for all time. &amp;nbsp;Even if it shouldn't be. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So today I am grateful for our beautiful world. &amp;nbsp;I can't think of anywhere that we have lived that has not had at least spots or moments of beauty. &amp;nbsp;And I enjoy being in the world and seeing it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am grateful for fall in Texas and short-sleeved shirts on November 1st. &amp;nbsp;I like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWyFR9pDvpI/TrCDFPMdNdI/AAAAAAAACHk/D7dIo8TG1N4/s1600/IMG_4990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-1416824782122124173?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1416824782122124173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=1416824782122124173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/1416824782122124173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/1416824782122124173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/11/30-days-of-gratitude.html' title='30 Days of Gratitude'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWyFR9pDvpI/TrCDFPMdNdI/AAAAAAAACHk/D7dIo8TG1N4/s72-c/IMG_4990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-8078698115666287844</id><published>2011-10-31T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:18:22.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard the funniest commercial on the radio yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This kids comes on and says he's going out trick or treating so everyone needs to stock up on candy because he'll remember "until he's old and 20" which house was the dud and which one had the good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I laughed out loud, partly because IT IS SO TRUE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I distinctly remember one Halloween when I was about 14 (I know, a little old for trick-or-treating) and I went with my friend in her neighborhood because the houses were closer together and one house in particular had a long driveway through trees but when you got there it was full size candy bars! &amp;nbsp;I don't know if I'll ever forget that.&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 a good house this year. &amp;nbsp;I bought way too much candy having no idea how many trick-or-treaters to expect and while we had a good amount, it wasn't gobs. &amp;nbsp;So everyone got handfuls of candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least I won't be eating it! &amp;nbsp;(Ok except for the small part that I pulled for my own snacking purposes tonight . . . mmm, Sweetarts!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually one of the reasons we ended up with more candy than kids is that we BOTH took the girls out for their first time early into the evening. &amp;nbsp;Megan was a doll at every house (except the one where she tripped and you could hear her screams for miles) and Abby insisted on walking (and carrying her pumpkin) up until the very end. &amp;nbsp;The last few houses I carried her until we saw the door and then she fought to get down and go get her candy. &amp;nbsp;She completely got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now both girls are totally sugared up and in bed late enough that hopefully they will each (and both) sleep through the night (because last night was horrific and guess who woke up every single time -- 4 total -- and then an additional 2 for my own nightmares -- ick) and sleep in in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mom can dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it was a good first "traditional" Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope yours is as happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkJEthkLOS0/Tq9If18-R8I/AAAAAAAACHM/gE6AksBFDFI/s1600/IMG_4972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkJEthkLOS0/Tq9If18-R8I/AAAAAAAACHM/gE6AksBFDFI/s320/IMG_4972.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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Houston!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-8078698115666287844?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/8078698115666287844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=8078698115666287844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-2691544016169452739</id><published>2011-10-26T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T20:23:12.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of you may remember when Megan was first starting to "read" (that adorable video is &lt;a href="http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-books-please.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&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 Abby is following in her big sister's footsteps -- of course! &amp;nbsp;Same book too. &amp;nbsp;Both my girls have just loved &lt;i&gt;Lunch&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Denise Fleming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may have to turn it up a little, she's quieter than Megan was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zqKecyiM9yc" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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 now also reading every night before bed and anytime that I sit down somewhere. &amp;nbsp;Abby particularly loves the &lt;i&gt;Gossie &amp;amp; Gertie&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;books by Olivier Dunrea, &lt;i&gt;The Bear Snores On&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The Very Hungry Caterpillar, &lt;/i&gt;a few from Sandra Boynton, and &lt;i&gt;Ten Little Dinosaurs&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;which honestly is really annoying to read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan's favorites right now include the Dinosaur books by Jane Yolen and anything that has to do with princesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-2691544016169452739?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2691544016169452739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=2691544016169452739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/2691544016169452739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/2691544016169452739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/still-reading.html' title='Still Reading'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zqKecyiM9yc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-3056035983224718736</id><published>2011-10-26T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:17:34.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've had a few fun little projects in the works the past few days. &amp;nbsp;Of course, we had to carve a pumpkin -- but I did forgo roasting the seeds -- I'm the only one who eats them!&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;Megan did the designing . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pxjCKyxBCb0/TqgUEI1ulbI/AAAAAAAACDs/XO9pGd4MdyM/s1600/IMG_4955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pxjCKyxBCb0/TqgUEI1ulbI/AAAAAAAACDs/XO9pGd4MdyM/s320/IMG_4955.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is her finished face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NwqQFLm9NuA/TqgUGZOQUaI/AAAAAAAACD0/nR7uNDU46gE/s1600/IMG_4956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NwqQFLm9NuA/TqgUGZOQUaI/AAAAAAAACD0/nR7uNDU46gE/s320/IMG_4956.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 Chopper translated it into&amp;nbsp;carve-able features and did the cutting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcVZbS0vGRg/TqgUKqsQDSI/AAAAAAAACD8/hlz3oCBxIyo/s1600/IMG_4957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcVZbS0vGRg/TqgUKqsQDSI/AAAAAAAACD8/hlz3oCBxIyo/s320/IMG_4957.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there it is! &amp;nbsp;Unbeknownst to me, the pumpkin doesn't actually sit upright. &amp;nbsp;So it has to be supported. &amp;nbsp;But it had a nice smooth face for carving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6JdD1-4-pc/TqgUOj6BVUI/AAAAAAAACEE/LBhUB0cxAMk/s1600/IMG_4958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6JdD1-4-pc/TqgUOj6BVUI/AAAAAAAACEE/LBhUB0cxAMk/s320/IMG_4958.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the dark . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpTDgJIdMtI/TqgURFadDII/AAAAAAAACEM/r_0eG0nJMCM/s1600/IMG_4959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpTDgJIdMtI/TqgURFadDII/AAAAAAAACEM/r_0eG0nJMCM/s320/IMG_4959.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16ANpS5bvmg/TqgUVRyjmwI/AAAAAAAACEU/iWVHS4tsHPU/s1600/IMG_4961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16ANpS5bvmg/TqgUVRyjmwI/AAAAAAAACEU/iWVHS4tsHPU/s320/IMG_4961.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our next project was plant a tree!!!! &amp;nbsp;We are the ONLY house on our block without a tree in the front yard. &amp;nbsp;The previous owners dug it up apparently, although for the life of me I don't know why. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, on Saturday we went to the annual Homeowners Association Meeting and won a tree! &amp;nbsp;Now we're going every year! &amp;nbsp;No one bothers to go and they raffle off landscaping trees and flowers so we're going to make our HOA dues work for us and provide us with new landscaping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least, after putting up my wonky jacks quilt and arranging my picture wall, I realized I need another quilt to replace the jacks when they come down after Halloween. &amp;nbsp;Eventually, it would be fun to have a quilt for each season or holiday but that's not going to happen any time soon so instead I opted for one that can hang year-round if need be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GeJOWjzAVRk/TqgUoCYNeUI/AAAAAAAACEs/fglT5fFkpD4/s1600/IMG_4966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GeJOWjzAVRk/TqgUoCYNeUI/AAAAAAAACEs/fglT5fFkpD4/s320/IMG_4966.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was my first shot at a log cabin quilt (which I've always wanted to try) and the blocks are only about 4 inches so they're kind've wonky. &amp;nbsp;It's hard to sew pieces that small completely accurately! &amp;nbsp;But I'm very excited about the result and now I can dedicate myself to the (at least) 3 other projects that need to be finished in time for Christmas! &amp;nbsp;Whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-3056035983224718736?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3056035983224718736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=3056035983224718736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-558326101988529079</id><published>2011-10-23T13:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:55:24.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Trick of Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had trunk or treat a little early this year. &amp;nbsp;Our stake has stake conference Halloween weekend. &amp;nbsp;I know, weird. &amp;nbsp;But the stake presidency really gets into it and dresses up and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just kidding.&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, you've already seen the costumes but I just can't resist more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0frLsluxGk/TqRtcrb1m3I/AAAAAAAACCs/Y0BDbDiOisw/s1600/IMG_4930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0frLsluxGk/TqRtcrb1m3I/AAAAAAAACCs/Y0BDbDiOisw/s320/IMG_4930.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chopper went as a soldier. &amp;nbsp;A friend told him it doesn't count as a costume if it's your uniform and he's probably right. &amp;nbsp;But as much as I get wrapped up in the girls' costumes, I don't want to go too overboard for us because we most likely will not wear them again. &amp;nbsp;I don't know -- maybe if we move to another location or something. &amp;nbsp;Anyway -- so we went with our standards -- soldier for Chop and poodle skirt for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHWZ0RWM6fM/TqRtgF4p2rI/AAAAAAAACC0/Y1zYXIpvsxw/s1600/IMG_4938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHWZ0RWM6fM/TqRtgF4p2rI/AAAAAAAACC0/Y1zYXIpvsxw/s320/IMG_4938.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But my husband is still hot in his uniform! &amp;nbsp;(Sorry, dad, that you had to read that. &amp;nbsp;But not sorry enough to delete it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MEGAN ACTUALLY WENT IN THE BOUNCE HOUSE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8S10cfV_ThQ/TqRtkabuArI/AAAAAAAACC8/irSoO6wwwJs/s1600/IMG_4940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8S10cfV_ThQ/TqRtkabuArI/AAAAAAAACC8/irSoO6wwwJs/s320/IMG_4940.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Usually she WANTS to go but doesn't dare with all those kids pinging around so this time we got her in early and then when it filled up -- she was ok! &amp;nbsp;Abby loved it too. &amp;nbsp;I had a friend climb in and retrieve Abby when it got too full and she was very upset -- maybe because she got flattened, maybe because I got her out! &amp;nbsp;Not sure!&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/-jjVl0ns4Qgo/TqRtoca35DI/AAAAAAAACDE/IuA6-n0R6L4/s1600/IMG_4948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jjVl0ns4Qgo/TqRtoca35DI/AAAAAAAACDE/IuA6-n0R6L4/s320/IMG_4948.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzv04vBUVTI/TqRttaeQqcI/AAAAAAAACDM/DXLCjv1ci3s/s1600/IMG_4949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzv04vBUVTI/TqRttaeQqcI/AAAAAAAACDM/DXLCjv1ci3s/s320/IMG_4949.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did NOT win best cookies (the missionaries will have a great little surprise for that one when they come to dinner on Thurs. hehe) and I have it on good authority that Megan was barely beaten for best costume for her age group by a ladybug. &amp;nbsp;It was a darn cute ladybug though! &amp;nbsp;But we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. &amp;nbsp;Megan is FINALLY getting the trick or treat idea and was happy to show (not share) her spoils to daddy when we were through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Bw9YZ3QJk8/TqRt8EUIYsI/AAAAAAAACDk/qoi83vMC8rQ/s1600/IMG_4954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Bw9YZ3QJk8/TqRt8EUIYsI/AAAAAAAACDk/qoi83vMC8rQ/s320/IMG_4954.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Abby. &amp;nbsp;End of the night, she has a cold, and I gave her to Chop for a picture. &amp;nbsp;Not happy. &amp;nbsp;In fact, we're supposed to be in church right now but she's sick enough I don't want her in nursery and since church is 1 to 4 (ick ick ick) I thought her sleep would be more helpful this once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But overall it was a GREAT evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-558326101988529079?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0frLsluxGk/TqRtcrb1m3I/AAAAAAAACCs/Y0BDbDiOisw/s72-c/IMG_4930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-1961040232952728375</id><published>2011-10-20T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T12:39:41.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Lice Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend who comes to our playgroup called me this morning to let me know her kids have lice. &amp;nbsp;I kind've freaked out. &amp;nbsp;My furniture and floors have been vacuumed, I am washing all the dress up clothes and the bedding next, and so far Megan has been checked twice! &amp;nbsp;I'm a little paranoid that I would miss it though with her light hair but I'm not even really seeing any dandruff so I think we're good. &amp;nbsp;Besides, I'm sure we'll have this many times in our lives with school and friends and dress up clothes so I'm fine. &amp;nbsp;Really I'm fine. &amp;nbsp;And my house is getting REALLY clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just hate bugs of all sorts (I know, who doesn't?).&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 a more positive note -- Megan really enjoyed me taking goofy pictures of her yesterday. &amp;nbsp;She loved seeing the results on camera. &amp;nbsp;But I'm pretty sure she'll be really angry about me posting them when she's fourteen!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3peEBMkQCo/TqBpQXBM8oI/AAAAAAAACBs/N2ItAdq8-kU/s1600/IMG_4900.JPG" imageanchor="1" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HTUze2i6Gk8/TqBpqj1DyNI/AAAAAAAACCk/AgdlPezHj50/s1600/IMG_4908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HTUze2i6Gk8/TqBpqj1DyNI/AAAAAAAACCk/AgdlPezHj50/s320/IMG_4908.JPG" width="320" /&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 this one is particularly fun -- Megan can roll her tongue at the ripe old age of 3. &amp;nbsp;I'll bet she'll be able to whistle too. &amp;nbsp;And snap her fingers well. &amp;nbsp;Just more proof that she is her father's daughter. &amp;nbsp;It is kind've funny though for her to come up to me and roll her tongue and then say "but mommy can't do it." &amp;nbsp;Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-1722291296535977022</id><published>2011-10-15T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:06:21.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Went a Little Overboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had too much fun making Halloween costumes this year. &amp;nbsp;I've been thinking about it for a while but waited a little bit to see if Megan would settle on an idea. &amp;nbsp;First it was Tinker Bell, then I can't remember what came next -- I think Vidia (another fairy from the Tinker Bell movies), then she wanted to be Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony), and then Curious George. &amp;nbsp;?????? &amp;nbsp;Finally, she found out that her "best friend" (not sure if that exists at age 3) was going to be Rapunzel and that changed her mind yet again. &amp;nbsp;So I decided to go ahead and make her a Rapunzel costume knowing that if she changed her mind, at least she would have another dress for dressing up. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't go wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby on the other hand, is Rosetta -- another fairy from the Tinker Bell movies. &amp;nbsp;I had an idea for her costume that I couldn't get out of my head so she had no choice. &amp;nbsp;Not that she cares -- although she doesn't love her costume and tries to take it off every time I put it on . . .&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;Today we took Daddy (a.k.a. Chopper) to the Arboretum. &amp;nbsp;We've gone several times with friends but not him! &amp;nbsp;I managed to get some cute shots of the girls among flowers and pumpkins and in their costumes but it still took a fair of amount of candy bribery. &amp;nbsp;This is why I don't pay for professional 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;So be warned -- what follows is really cute, but not only did I go overboard on costumes, I kind've went overboard on picture taking!!!!&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/-xUhbwhebh6o/TpnkY45-29I/AAAAAAAAB_M/rdJ8HSBIdrw/s1600/IMG_4761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xUhbwhebh6o/TpnkY45-29I/AAAAAAAAB_M/rdJ8HSBIdrw/s320/IMG_4761.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_j2L2RbtwE/TpnkeR7OjEI/AAAAAAAAB_U/vqsrDrHyJEs/s1600/IMG_4766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_j2L2RbtwE/TpnkeR7OjEI/AAAAAAAAB_U/vqsrDrHyJEs/s320/IMG_4766.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Megan's "big hair" (I swear that's what she calls it!) in all it's glory. &amp;nbsp;By the way, if you're using Simplicity's Rapunzel pattern, ignore the measurements for hair and make your own -- I went through a lot of yarn because they were too small!&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/-c1eCzAsTArY/Tpnkia-RQ1I/AAAAAAAAB_c/HHpFD1eeL2U/s1600/IMG_4768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1eCzAsTArY/Tpnkia-RQ1I/AAAAAAAAB_c/HHpFD1eeL2U/s320/IMG_4768.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-Mf7KHecsaWg/TpnklaDJ08I/AAAAAAAAB_k/9kWsguwawMw/s1600/IMG_4778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mf7KHecsaWg/TpnklaDJ08I/AAAAAAAAB_k/9kWsguwawMw/s320/IMG_4778.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBPqIM1q13w/Tpnkp4wGv8I/AAAAAAAAB_s/XTgF5BA8bYg/s1600/IMG_4788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBPqIM1q13w/Tpnkp4wGv8I/AAAAAAAAB_s/XTgF5BA8bYg/s320/IMG_4788.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-qkI89U9gSRM/TpnkuWKtaYI/AAAAAAAAB_0/yhrKNod5LyM/s1600/IMG_4789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qkI89U9gSRM/TpnkuWKtaYI/AAAAAAAAB_0/yhrKNod5LyM/s320/IMG_4789.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not bad even I do say so 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKxVeAon8Zc/TpnkzvNIbKI/AAAAAAAAB_8/o95s68y7vUc/s1600/IMG_4791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKxVeAon8Zc/TpnkzvNIbKI/AAAAAAAAB_8/o95s68y7vUc/s320/IMG_4791.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I LOVE THESE PICTURES! &amp;nbsp;She looks so sweet and innocent -- must be the bribery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1mCDp-n7z0/Tpnk4ugzmnI/AAAAAAAACAE/xDk_Ym-cjWU/s1600/IMG_4792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1mCDp-n7z0/Tpnk4ugzmnI/AAAAAAAACAE/xDk_Ym-cjWU/s320/IMG_4792.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCl-pRvTJA4/Tpnk9YtSSsI/AAAAAAAACAM/fx8HPSGqDC0/s1600/IMG_4798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCl-pRvTJA4/Tpnk9YtSSsI/AAAAAAAACAM/fx8HPSGqDC0/s320/IMG_4798.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9GvaR5meeY/TpnlCQwXuOI/AAAAAAAACAU/nt1vVJvSZfc/s1600/IMG_4809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9GvaR5meeY/TpnlCQwXuOI/AAAAAAAACAU/nt1vVJvSZfc/s320/IMG_4809.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now if I only had Photoshop I could make that lollipop look like a magic wand and then no one would ever know I bribe my kids . . .&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/-Nzy2kt2GlZE/TpnlHNd5WfI/AAAAAAAACAc/9tf_Czn63LU/s1600/IMG_4810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nzy2kt2GlZE/TpnlHNd5WfI/AAAAAAAACAc/9tf_Czn63LU/s320/IMG_4810.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ah yes, hugging the pumpkins. &amp;nbsp;If you tell Abby we are going to the Arboretum she says "punkin, cow, sheep" over and over. &amp;nbsp;(When we go on Tuesdays they have a petting zoo that she LOVES!)&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/-foCNao4vNck/TpnlKv7mjjI/AAAAAAAACAk/uJoZLCDOOuw/s1600/IMG_4825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-foCNao4vNck/TpnlKv7mjjI/AAAAAAAACAk/uJoZLCDOOuw/s320/IMG_4825.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We eventually took the costume off to preserve it from . . . well from being herself (you know, falling over, running into things, trying to climb into the fountain -- you think I'm kidding but I'm not).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4nh6_aQH5y4/TpnlOTnGUqI/AAAAAAAACAs/76mgvu28lpM/s1600/IMG_4826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4nh6_aQH5y4/TpnlOTnGUqI/AAAAAAAACAs/76mgvu28lpM/s320/IMG_4826.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;AND THEN SHE STARTED SMILING!! &amp;nbsp;Actually what happened is that I started reciting one of her favorite books that she "helps" me read and whenever she said the animal sound, I snapped the picture. &amp;nbsp;Many animal sounds make you look like you're happy . . .&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/-SVVMk48fObI/TpnlTOIU_CI/AAAAAAAACA0/wXbXmZS4jEI/s1600/IMG_4830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVVMk48fObI/TpnlTOIU_CI/AAAAAAAACA0/wXbXmZS4jEI/s320/IMG_4830.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-Lyzj3Jhss/TpnlYC8apXI/AAAAAAAACA8/YePHjVQfl-Q/s1600/IMG_4834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan in Rapuznel's house. &amp;nbsp;Perfect.&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 in case you're wondering, on the way home Megan told me she wants to be Tinker Bell for Halloween. &amp;nbsp;Figures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-1722291296535977022?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1722291296535977022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=1722291296535977022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/1722291296535977022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/1722291296535977022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-i-went-little-overboard.html' title='So I Went a Little Overboard'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xUhbwhebh6o/TpnkY45-29I/AAAAAAAAB_M/rdJ8HSBIdrw/s72-c/IMG_4761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-6887419925635239431</id><published>2011-10-14T18:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T18:03:21.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Explain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems as if funny or odd things must be genetic in our family. &amp;nbsp;Either that or Abby is a fast learner and Megan gets way too much quality time with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since she was very young, Megan has done this funny / odd thing where she's "chilly". &amp;nbsp;She gets rigid and shakes on purpose. &amp;nbsp;Get it? &amp;nbsp;Chilly? &amp;nbsp;Anyway, Abby's picked it up -- it's kind've funny. &amp;nbsp;Megan is also trying to teach her various words and they're pretty good too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah the benefits of older siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/unXCNSi_6t4?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-6887419925635239431?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6887419925635239431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=6887419925635239431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/6887419925635239431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/6887419925635239431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/let-me-explain.html' title='Let Me Explain'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/unXCNSi_6t4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-6085327360483392961</id><published>2011-10-12T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:13:45.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Completely Blame Chopper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it's "V" week in the Whittacre household and I decided I wanted to do the science-experiment-volcano thing. &amp;nbsp;So on Monday, Megan and I make the play dough. &amp;nbsp;Well, I make the play dough. &amp;nbsp;Megan dumps ingredients in the pot and Abby eats some when it's all done and promptly bursts into tears because despite being edible -- it's really gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, then I build the volcano form around an empty soda bottle and leave it to dry. &amp;nbsp;And the rest of our day goes something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan -- "mommy take the play dough off the bottle."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me -- "we have to let it dry before we paint the volcano"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan -- "but we need to take it off."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then she refuses to go in the dining room where the volcano is and asks me to put it in a closet. &amp;nbsp;At this point I'm starting to think there's a fear issue and then it dawns on me. &amp;nbsp;Chopper (my darling, YouTube loving husband) has shown her countless videos of volcanoes erupting. &amp;nbsp;And told her about lava. &amp;nbsp;And how dangerous and hot it is. &amp;nbsp;And this is the girl who runs across the kitchen when I open the oven door (unlike Abby who gets closer to see what's inside).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ding ding ding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I explain to Megan that this is a PRETEND volcano and that it will be full of BUBBLES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No go. &amp;nbsp;Monday night she has a nightmare where a shaking volcano laughed at her (that's what she said, I swear) and doesn't go back to sleep for THREE HOURS! &amp;nbsp;We talked some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regardless, when we set the thing off today for playgroup, I was in the dining room surrounded by excited toddlers and Megan was in the living room staying as far away as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I blame Chopper absolutely. &amp;nbsp;And I worry. &amp;nbsp;This girl has so much fear about so many things. &amp;nbsp;And she's angry all the time and so easily frustrated. &amp;nbsp;I just don't understand what's in her head. &amp;nbsp;Or how to help her feel better. Hopefully someday I'll figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-6085327360483392961?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/6085327360483392961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=6085327360483392961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/6085327360483392961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/6085327360483392961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-completely-blame-chopper.html' title='I Completely Blame Chopper'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-3139496955762215255</id><published>2011-10-08T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T18:15:15.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the Whittacre household that means certain things:&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;More baking and cooking (as the weather cools down . . . wait a minute . . . )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMjCvM05zMs/TpDmoMXuHdI/AAAAAAAAB_A/h52ARDF41bI/s1600/IMG_4707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMjCvM05zMs/TpDmoMXuHdI/AAAAAAAAB_A/h52ARDF41bI/s320/IMG_4707.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting costumes ready for Halloween (please disregard my half-naked child. &amp;nbsp;She's getting better at taking her own clothes on and off).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqwECoWACaE/TpDms8jbeTI/AAAAAAAAB_E/hgvttVqkZbA/s1600/IMG_4709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqwECoWACaE/TpDms8jbeTI/AAAAAAAAB_E/hgvttVqkZbA/s320/IMG_4709.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course quality time with daddy means football. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness you can only get so much football with a bunny box!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vE51aYX74vI/TpDmx7q97MI/AAAAAAAAB_I/d9nw6xznSE4/s1600/IMG_4710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vE51aYX74vI/TpDmx7q97MI/AAAAAAAAB_I/d9nw6xznSE4/s320/IMG_4710.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other than that, no crisp air, still wearing shorts, and the leaves haven't changed yet. &amp;nbsp;But I did start adding soups to the dinner menu. &amp;nbsp;I love soups! &amp;nbsp;And warm, crusty bread. &amp;nbsp;And apple crisp. &amp;nbsp;And I'm getting hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes it's fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-3139496955762215255?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3139496955762215255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=3139496955762215255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/3139496955762215255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/3139496955762215255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-is-in-air.html' title='Fall is in the Air'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMjCvM05zMs/TpDmoMXuHdI/AAAAAAAAB_A/h52ARDF41bI/s72-c/IMG_4707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-814367296627646489</id><published>2011-10-04T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:50:24.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm glad I'm not a pioneer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Texas bugs creep me out now, I cannot imagine living in Texas in a soddy or even a simple wooden house with no pest control. &amp;nbsp;Or plumbing. &amp;nbsp;And an outdoor toilet. &amp;nbsp;Blech.&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 really gorgeous day -- mid 80s, low humidity -- perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4aRD3KWIzs/TotfOdyaMTI/AAAAAAAAB-k/-YlfyfJD1wI/s1600/IMG_4673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4aRD3KWIzs/TotfOdyaMTI/AAAAAAAAB-k/-YlfyfJD1wI/s320/IMG_4673.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite the morning from, well you know, Megan had a great time with our friends and was very good for the trip (oh, another one to the Arboretum, sorry).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KpfbemZsMu8/TotfUQc0MpI/AAAAAAAAB-o/eGnozKVrV3c/s1600/IMG_4676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KpfbemZsMu8/TotfUQc0MpI/AAAAAAAAB-o/eGnozKVrV3c/s320/IMG_4676.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby seemed quite content to be a pioneer girl. &amp;nbsp;She didn't want to get out of the wagon . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjdU56TjaB4/TotfW1Vf39I/AAAAAAAAB-s/9gNaswTyVU4/s1600/IMG_4678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjdU56TjaB4/TotfW1Vf39I/AAAAAAAAB-s/9gNaswTyVU4/s320/IMG_4678.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tried to take a nap in the sod house . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJjnRp_DFgQ/TotfbaglSmI/AAAAAAAAB-w/dNMDohi2SAw/s1600/IMG_4684.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJjnRp_DFgQ/TotfbaglSmI/AAAAAAAAB-w/dNMDohi2SAw/s1600/IMG_4684.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loved exploring of course . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S85WIcUq9zU/TotfftdywPI/AAAAAAAAB-0/lYrf33eHHUc/s1600/IMG_4688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S85WIcUq9zU/TotfftdywPI/AAAAAAAAB-0/lYrf33eHHUc/s320/IMG_4688.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And even tried her hand at some cooking (no fire, just dirty water and leaves in the pot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0sMY_fH5tA/TotfosVvIJI/AAAAAAAAB-4/P1lUPNGQBpg/s1600/IMG_4694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0sMY_fH5tA/TotfosVvIJI/AAAAAAAAB-4/P1lUPNGQBpg/s320/IMG_4694.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's just one more reason to be grateful that I live in THIS time. &amp;nbsp;I think I would forever be chasing this girl out of danger because of her&amp;nbsp;curiosity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And oh yes, Megan got her face painted as a kitty cat again. &amp;nbsp;Purple this time. &amp;nbsp;But not surprising. &amp;nbsp;I think we're running out of colors . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UgNUKW9H_BY/TotftVy6JWI/AAAAAAAAB-8/QoRtTclwrxQ/s1600/IMG_4696.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UgNUKW9H_BY/TotftVy6JWI/AAAAAAAAB-8/QoRtTclwrxQ/s1600/IMG_4696.JPG" width="320" /&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/7882030027278964543-814367296627646489?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4aRD3KWIzs/TotfOdyaMTI/AAAAAAAAB-k/-YlfyfJD1wI/s72-c/IMG_4673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-2077011246555845201</id><published>2011-09-30T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:14:50.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby's Stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby's 18 month appointment was yesterday (Wednesday was her "birthday") and there were no surprises there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight -- 20 lbs 10 oz (6%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Height -- 29.75 inches (7%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Head -- 44.75 cm (9%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still tiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news, I couldn't resist any longer and I broke down and took out the fall and Halloween decorations. &amp;nbsp;Hey, tomorrow is the first so I'm almost safe! &amp;nbsp;But ever since Chopper painted and moved the bridge pictures, I've had this big blank wall staring at me. &amp;nbsp;Lightbulb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxErS-gp6xI/ToYSsicIdMI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Jj0QBzMErcY/s1600/IMG_4674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxErS-gp6xI/ToYSsicIdMI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Jj0QBzMErcY/s320/IMG_4674.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun huh? &amp;nbsp;The framed pictures are Megan and Abby's first Halloween (each) and the subway art is from the Eighteen25 blog (I think, I need to recheck that). &amp;nbsp;The middle is a magnetic board from IKEA and it is the perfect solution to my griping about pictures.&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 too many pictures of the girls and other family members (but yes, mainly the girls) that I just love. &amp;nbsp;And I hate changing frames all the time and who really has room to display them ALL. &amp;nbsp;So I decided with a magnet board, I can display all my favorites each month for that season or holiday. &amp;nbsp;When it's birthday time I'll put up lots of pictures of previous birthdays and when they were born. &amp;nbsp;I'm very excited about it and the girls love seeing themselves in pictures and always ask about who everyone else is. &amp;nbsp;Now if I could just get pictures of everyone else . . . you know who you are!&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/7882030027278964543-2077011246555845201?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2077011246555845201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=2077011246555845201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/2077011246555845201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/2077011246555845201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/09/abbys-stats.html' title='Abby&apos;s Stats'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxErS-gp6xI/ToYSsicIdMI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Jj0QBzMErcY/s72-c/IMG_4674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-1088058750910315166</id><published>2011-09-27T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T14:09:11.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes more arboretum pictures. &amp;nbsp;Megan has been talking for a FULL WEEK about going back and getting another kitty-cat face. &amp;nbsp;So we took some different friends (I have now exhausted my supply of friends -- just kidding) and enjoyed it another day. &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 tell you what though -- it was hot and muggy again! &amp;nbsp;But we had a great time as usual. &amp;nbsp;Ready for the same old same old? &amp;nbsp;You know you love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkcUu_kyxWE/ToIqkLLR6OI/AAAAAAAAB9o/GLP7CRQ08Cw/s1600/IMG_4627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkcUu_kyxWE/ToIqkLLR6OI/AAAAAAAAB9o/GLP7CRQ08Cw/s320/IMG_4627.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ariel's throne. &amp;nbsp;We didn't get to this castle last time so it was first on our list this time. &amp;nbsp;Go figure that on our way out the door that Megan realized that THIS time we didn't go to Rapunzel's castle. &amp;nbsp;That girl has a memory like an elephant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2aL5L5w7d68/ToIqqL4cV9I/AAAAAAAAB9s/zKborQx9DiQ/s1600/IMG_4628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2aL5L5w7d68/ToIqqL4cV9I/AAAAAAAAB9s/zKborQx9DiQ/s320/IMG_4628.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-ZpRIrSTFNcM/ToIquiPuLiI/AAAAAAAAB9w/DUOeRD5xjFI/s1600/IMG_4632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpRIrSTFNcM/ToIquiPuLiI/AAAAAAAAB9w/DUOeRD5xjFI/s320/IMG_4632.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah I know, a bird. &amp;nbsp;But it just sat there and let us get close. &amp;nbsp;The girls were fascinated.&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/-UP7eFUki-_w/ToIq4Xq7B_I/AAAAAAAAB90/FDLYAGIVy6M/s1600/IMG_4635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UP7eFUki-_w/ToIq4Xq7B_I/AAAAAAAAB90/FDLYAGIVy6M/s320/IMG_4635.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Abby -- go go go. &amp;nbsp;Hold me or let me run. &amp;nbsp;And when she runs, she does not listen. &amp;nbsp;Although actually, if you're on the move yourself, she'll pretty much stay with you. &amp;nbsp;But sitting down for a bit is not an option. &amp;nbsp;Even when there's food involved. &amp;nbsp;She just takes it with her!&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/-SULiMwXQ__Q/ToIq91EM2tI/AAAAAAAAB94/y4YhyMcYEWg/s1600/IMG_4640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SULiMwXQ__Q/ToIq91EM2tI/AAAAAAAAB94/y4YhyMcYEWg/s320/IMG_4640.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got a better shot this time of the whole carriage and the girls in it. &amp;nbsp;Megan loves this thing. &amp;nbsp;Abby just likes another place to climb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8a9Yx9pdaGI/ToIrP0Cr9mI/AAAAAAAAB-E/OmNqzjnrFac/s320/IMG_4646.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8bOMPbWQaI/ToIrVU3VjEI/AAAAAAAAB-I/waGkrT9KqB0/s1600/IMG_4649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8bOMPbWQaI/ToIrVU3VjEI/AAAAAAAAB-I/waGkrT9KqB0/s320/IMG_4649.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hi 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMzhLl_qi98/ToIraVrXB2I/AAAAAAAAB-M/xvYJWKsaX7A/s1600/IMG_4654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMzhLl_qi98/ToIraVrXB2I/AAAAAAAAB-M/xvYJWKsaX7A/s320/IMG_4654.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Megan and her friend Phoebe.&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/-_BawRwBujbs/ToIre0QZkkI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/YnVEoahXNxM/s1600/IMG_4658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_BawRwBujbs/ToIre0QZkkI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/YnVEoahXNxM/s320/IMG_4658.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ah there it is, the blue kitty-cat face. &amp;nbsp;And yes she keeps going back to look in the mirror with this 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3IcklqcW4aI/ToIrk65KMXI/AAAAAAAAB-U/I3Awl7hOv1Q/s1600/IMG_4665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3IcklqcW4aI/ToIrk65KMXI/AAAAAAAAB-U/I3Awl7hOv1Q/s320/IMG_4665.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Abby's favorite is the animals and today they had a cow which made me really nervous. &amp;nbsp;It's penned it but Abby likes to lean into the pen and I had visions of that cow lifting it's head and goring her with a horn on the way up. &amp;nbsp;So we tried to stick with goats. &amp;nbsp;That really became fascinating when one started pooping and I had to get her away from it before you tried to explore what THAT was.&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/-mpI14q_hKxY/ToIrrQ5KZVI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/0JcoPiX4BLs/s1600/IMG_4667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpI14q_hKxY/ToIrrQ5KZVI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/0JcoPiX4BLs/s320/IMG_4667.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think this bower of Crepe Myrtles is my favorite place in the whole arboretum. &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/-MuYo-cM7vzU/ToIrw6GH3_I/AAAAAAAAB-c/0KWfJF_AB6Y/s1600/IMG_4669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MuYo-cM7vzU/ToIrw6GH3_I/AAAAAAAAB-c/0KWfJF_AB6Y/s320/IMG_4669.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan and Phoebe: kitty and puppy. &amp;nbsp;We had a good time -- they had a good time. &amp;nbsp;Well worth another trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-1088058750910315166?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1088058750910315166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=1088058750910315166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/1088058750910315166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/1088058750910315166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkcUu_kyxWE/ToIqkLLR6OI/AAAAAAAAB9o/GLP7CRQ08Cw/s72-c/IMG_4627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-3227423738080809827</id><published>2011-09-25T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T15:17:07.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and Blue and Random for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Random pictures for you this week -- enjoying the cooler weather -- only 90 degrees!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VRstu4SUkj0/Tn-XcIu5HWI/AAAAAAAAB9M/u0S1uZrKFgw/s1600/IMG_4604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VRstu4SUkj0/Tn-XcIu5HWI/AAAAAAAAB9M/u0S1uZrKFgw/s320/IMG_4604.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkvtH25ZR_I/Tn-XgMM_RgI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/ivEwCPflpKk/s1600/IMG_4611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkvtH25ZR_I/Tn-XgMM_RgI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/ivEwCPflpKk/s320/IMG_4611.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" 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center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you see this monstrosity on my arm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hmU1RhuQXcA/Tn-XsnmhU1I/AAAAAAAAB9c/lXpdOGso0VU/s1600/IMG_4622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hmU1RhuQXcA/Tn-XsnmhU1I/AAAAAAAAB9c/lXpdOGso0VU/s320/IMG_4622.JPG" width="320" /&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;Here I outlined it for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLCKjl96d8I/Tn-ZaAXkuuI/AAAAAAAAB9k/my7L6Vg-U1A/s1600/IMG_4622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLCKjl96d8I/Tn-ZaAXkuuI/AAAAAAAAB9k/my7L6Vg-U1A/s320/IMG_4622.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the bruise on my arm from getting my blood drawn. &amp;nbsp;I HAVE NEVER had a bruise this bad! &amp;nbsp;And that's saying something since I pretty much have my blood taken every other month (and for someone with needle phobia that's a big deal). &amp;nbsp;It's just proof I should listen to my instincts. &amp;nbsp;When the new nurse put the tourniquet on weird I should have known. &amp;nbsp;She didn't get the vein right and so then the doctor did it. &amp;nbsp;And believe it or not, this bruise is where the doctor poked me. &amp;nbsp;Oh it hurt so bad. &amp;nbsp;And it's my Abby arm and you all know that the girl won't let me put here down -- unless we're in public and she could get lost -- then she wants to run. &amp;nbsp;Figures. &amp;nbsp;But I just had to bring attention to my pain and suffering because Chopper and my mom are both tired of hearing about it and I need more sympathy. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for listening! &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-3227423738080809827?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3227423738080809827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=3227423738080809827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/3227423738080809827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/3227423738080809827'/><link rel='alternate' 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had to report that we successfully navigated a birthday party! &amp;nbsp;And by we I guess I really mean Megan. &amp;nbsp;I think that it was the first one we've been to since family parties in Virginia and she was quite a bit younger then.&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 had a lot of talks about the presents and how they were not hers. &amp;nbsp;We talked about sharing and not screaming and throwing fits. &amp;nbsp;And the only one that occurred was when the toy she was playing with was directly taken -- I can't blame her there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course cupcakes and ice cream were a huge hit and even when the little girl unwrapped her presents Megan was golden. &amp;nbsp;If I just hadn't stepped in that anthill it would have been perfect . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, if it's not one thing it's another!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I am so proud of her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-5097987204080184384?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/5097987204080184384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=5097987204080184384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/5097987204080184384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/5097987204080184384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/09/success.html' title='Success!!!!'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-6224139360045547439</id><published>2011-09-20T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T15:10:19.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is Here -- and it's 91 Degrees!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fall is here!!! &amp;nbsp;Kind've sad when you feel fall in the air but the temperature is still in the 90's huh? &amp;nbsp;But I will be laughing at "ya'll" when it's November and it's quite comfortable!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What really got us into the spirit of fall today though was the Dallas Arboretum. &amp;nbsp;So yes, 'tis the season for too many pictures of kids surrounded by pumpkins -- just like last year!!! &amp;nbsp;We were there during some of their toddler activities though and that was a lot of fun for the girls. &amp;nbsp;I love that both of the girls are at the stage to get excited and enjoy days like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgYgpsFBC2k/Tnj2b5eNiZI/AAAAAAAAB7k/8AfwkmJpSbk/s1600/IMG_4512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgYgpsFBC2k/Tnj2b5eNiZI/AAAAAAAAB7k/8AfwkmJpSbk/s320/IMG_4512.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Abby cried when I made her put this one back. &amp;nbsp;She tried to pick up lots of pumpkins. &amp;nbsp;We may be decorating for fall and Halloween sooner than I had planned!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7QPmqx_jqPY/Tnj2fMjSqJI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Q37FhAKIpls/s1600/IMG_4513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7QPmqx_jqPY/Tnj2fMjSqJI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Q37FhAKIpls/s320/IMG_4513.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK8bYeWksDI/Tnj2kbmemwI/AAAAAAAAB7s/meNufWgCFxk/s1600/IMG_4517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK8bYeWksDI/Tnj2kbmemwI/AAAAAAAAB7s/meNufWgCFxk/s320/IMG_4517.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qL-fUN8hukI/Tnj2pdM94BI/AAAAAAAAB7w/R8mmXSNzsV0/s1600/IMG_4518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qL-fUN8hukI/Tnj2pdM94BI/AAAAAAAAB7w/R8mmXSNzsV0/s320/IMG_4518.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This year their pumpkin village was decorated to be Cinderella's bedroom, kitchen, etc. &amp;nbsp;They had these awesome "chandeliers" up in all the houses made of hanging pumpkins and Indian corn. &amp;nbsp;I thought they were a really neat fall decoration and I may have to try it myself . . .&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/-iL3G2-RgJdE/Tnj2uXVEDvI/AAAAAAAAB70/eixlIBvgQw4/s1600/IMG_4519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iL3G2-RgJdE/Tnj2uXVEDvI/AAAAAAAAB70/eixlIBvgQw4/s320/IMG_4519.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Megan and her friend Sammy who went with us.&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/-v6CXmFrbaLA/Tnj2zqMl75I/AAAAAAAAB74/S8V4aP7p-C0/s1600/IMG_4525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6CXmFrbaLA/Tnj2zqMl75I/AAAAAAAAB74/S8V4aP7p-C0/s320/IMG_4525.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1G_GmfATN2c/Tnj24z5xMII/AAAAAAAAB78/jebf0TfD9RU/s1600/IMG_4529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1G_GmfATN2c/Tnj24z5xMII/AAAAAAAAB78/jebf0TfD9RU/s320/IMG_4529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Doesn't this look professional? &amp;nbsp;Megan is getting a lot better at smiling when I ask her to. &amp;nbsp;Now if I could just get Abby to comply we might get some decent family 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8CUyUYp1h6w/Tnj2-Y7pksI/AAAAAAAAB8A/RYqhUJv7_PM/s1600/IMG_4531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8CUyUYp1h6w/Tnj2-Y7pksI/AAAAAAAAB8A/RYqhUJv7_PM/s320/IMG_4531.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nope. &amp;nbsp;Looking at pumpkins -- not at 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/-1FLxFet898w/Tnj3EMcYLxI/AAAAAAAAB8E/HtPIcF0mObE/s1600/IMG_4536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FLxFet898w/Tnj3EMcYLxI/AAAAAAAAB8E/HtPIcF0mObE/s320/IMG_4536.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nope. &amp;nbsp;Looking at feet, not at 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/-kkmA3vxJFqo/Tnj3Ld5sXvI/AAAAAAAAB8I/LIpYzaWDJwk/s1600/IMG_4542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkmA3vxJFqo/Tnj3Ld5sXvI/AAAAAAAAB8I/LIpYzaWDJwk/s320/IMG_4542.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another pumpkin house.&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/-QjsCuXjykIo/Tnj3RU1-1UI/AAAAAAAAB8M/RqBIbpXHgvw/s1600/IMG_4545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QjsCuXjykIo/Tnj3RU1-1UI/AAAAAAAAB8M/RqBIbpXHgvw/s320/IMG_4545.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YObbLCH8QLY/Tnj3WIcb7WI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/9bl7dHBDJts/s1600/IMG_4547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YObbLCH8QLY/Tnj3WIcb7WI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/9bl7dHBDJts/s320/IMG_4547.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was Cinderella's glass slipper on display and there was a gown on the wall as well. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how you get white pumpkins but they were really pretty.&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/-lKI86eP_S8A/Tnj3cWi36MI/AAAAAAAAB8U/N_U6Kl6evN4/s1600/IMG_4552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKI86eP_S8A/Tnj3cWi36MI/AAAAAAAAB8U/N_U6Kl6evN4/s320/IMG_4552.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And here was the highlight! &amp;nbsp;A real, pumpkin-shaped carriage! &amp;nbsp;How cool is that? &amp;nbsp;Sorry I didn't get a shot of the whole thing -- there was a line for pictures and a sign asking us to only stay 3 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--odPyEdmYvc/Tnj3iRrwliI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/xKk5ln3Jpao/s1600/IMG_4553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--odPyEdmYvc/Tnj3iRrwliI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/xKk5ln3Jpao/s320/IMG_4553.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DyPuiolpVkE/Tnj3ox_8BvI/AAAAAAAAB8c/Ze16VBbnFtk/s1600/IMG_4557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DyPuiolpVkE/Tnj3ox_8BvI/AAAAAAAAB8c/Ze16VBbnFtk/s320/IMG_4557.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course, Megan didn't want to get out and I had to carry her out kicking and screaming. &amp;nbsp;So this is her pouting afterwards.&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/-R53osRnC4uM/Tnj3tNx0WRI/AAAAAAAAB8g/M7F3B7mOLyA/s1600/IMG_4560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R53osRnC4uM/Tnj3tNx0WRI/AAAAAAAAB8g/M7F3B7mOLyA/s320/IMG_4560.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But we recovered with some face painting!!&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/-WZrJskDHVwI/Tnj3xv6nPcI/AAAAAAAAB8k/_EE8WG3zmvs/s1600/IMG_4563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZrJskDHVwI/Tnj3xv6nPcI/AAAAAAAAB8k/_EE8WG3zmvs/s320/IMG_4563.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUI7Ud4wDJc/Tnj31mkPfQI/AAAAAAAAB8o/jMEABCfvncA/s1600/IMG_4564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUI7Ud4wDJc/Tnj31mkPfQI/AAAAAAAAB8o/jMEABCfvncA/s320/IMG_4564.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97HQktM5c30/Tnj36NAznYI/AAAAAAAAB8s/Y0rrkHTPa7g/s1600/IMG_4567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97HQktM5c30/Tnj36NAznYI/AAAAAAAAB8s/Y0rrkHTPa7g/s320/IMG_4567.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then it was over to the petting zoo to see the donkey, the goats (which Abby kept calling sheep), and the rabbit.&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/-c_H2aTqJUQo/Tnj4AAAFruI/AAAAAAAAB8w/8PEHCLjuce8/s1600/IMG_4568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c_H2aTqJUQo/Tnj4AAAFruI/AAAAAAAAB8w/8PEHCLjuce8/s320/IMG_4568.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brushing the sheep (ok there was one) was fun apparently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lXolhSzoY1Y/Tnj4FPKP5pI/AAAAAAAAB80/MIgDH9dvJ0A/s1600/IMG_4570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lXolhSzoY1Y/Tnj4FPKP5pI/AAAAAAAAB80/MIgDH9dvJ0A/s320/IMG_4570.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Khvpn39sk1Y/Tnj4LOCOZUI/AAAAAAAAB84/NWf5y6uqZ-o/s1600/IMG_4575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Khvpn39sk1Y/Tnj4LOCOZUI/AAAAAAAAB84/NWf5y6uqZ-o/s320/IMG_4575.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As usual, the Arboretum was absolutely beautiful.&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/-X9Oh5TbeGUA/Tnj4QdhBBSI/AAAAAAAAB88/MRiK16nyNeM/s1600/IMG_4580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9Oh5TbeGUA/Tnj4QdhBBSI/AAAAAAAAB88/MRiK16nyNeM/s320/IMG_4580.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After lunch and seeing the princess castles (which I've done pictures of those before), they had storytime (which we missed) and Kindermusick (which we didn't and the girls enjoyed!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0f5LZDcdrGY/Tnj4T7-Iu_I/AAAAAAAAB9A/0o-ca9zTenI/s1600/IMG_4592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0f5LZDcdrGY/Tnj4T7-Iu_I/AAAAAAAAB9A/0o-ca9zTenI/s320/IMG_4592.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6Nh_bCahPs/Tnj4YGT6BwI/AAAAAAAAB9E/948zC-yGfJE/s1600/IMG_4595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6Nh_bCahPs/Tnj4YGT6BwI/AAAAAAAAB9E/948zC-yGfJE/s320/IMG_4595.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e3b9bee055128c5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331252196%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DB16413B3DD7988639A5C77813226B58CD73268.785B5A14F373C8759D668AFD8CE192185B2B35F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e3b9bee055128c5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNH2V-8pEv2AtC81bCQ0CKJrQva4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Believe it or not -- Abby was dancing! &amp;nbsp;I got a little bit of it on film and I hope the quality is good. &amp;nbsp;If not, I might have to repost from YouTube. &amp;nbsp;Even the bouncing at the end before she falls over I think was dancing!&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 in other news, yes Abby is continuing to go where no toddler has gone before. &amp;nbsp;And because of her size, she still fits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdbFBM8DO94/Tnj2XBsFILI/AAAAAAAAB7g/uXHUZINJfJQ/s1600/IMG_4511.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdbFBM8DO94/Tnj2XBsFILI/AAAAAAAAB7g/uXHUZINJfJQ/s320/IMG_4511.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDLrJGWzQlw/Tnj4b4t1cSI/AAAAAAAAB9I/1Y4iZ7iopyM/s1600/IMG_4600.JPG" 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-3597718480454201208</id><published>2011-09-18T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T15:31:32.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloons or Bust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a bust.&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;There's a hot air balloon festival in Plano this weekend and WE WERE SO EXCITED! &amp;nbsp;When Chopper and I lived in Albuquerque, they have the king of all hot air balloon festivals and it is really neat to watch them fill those things up and then fill the sky. &amp;nbsp;There's a "glowdeo" (at least that's what they called it there) and you get to talk to the "balloonies" (I don't think that's really what they're called). &amp;nbsp;PLUS we knew the girls would love seeing big giant balloons.&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/-Ree7E8oQsi0/TnZZryVXuWI/AAAAAAAAB60/t_M7D4wzptc/s1600/IMG_4477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ree7E8oQsi0/TnZZryVXuWI/AAAAAAAAB60/t_M7D4wzptc/s320/IMG_4477.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They had a fair going on to so we walked around a bit before launch time.&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/-BU7jvJIXPSY/TnZZuez6fFI/AAAAAAAAB64/qXTfktePlco/s1600/IMG_4479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BU7jvJIXPSY/TnZZuez6fFI/AAAAAAAAB64/qXTfktePlco/s320/IMG_4479.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Abby reached for everything -- she wanted it all and wanted to be out running around, not stuck in the stroller!&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/-RcDTjXwbhL0/TnZZyodWLUI/AAAAAAAAB68/zXfYoKpn5B0/s1600/IMG_4480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RcDTjXwbhL0/TnZZyodWLUI/AAAAAAAAB68/zXfYoKpn5B0/s320/IMG_4480.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;See how angry she 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JU2odXaBnpI/TnZZ14KOBdI/AAAAAAAAB7A/gEXEoA_1hKs/s1600/IMG_4482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JU2odXaBnpI/TnZZ14KOBdI/AAAAAAAAB7A/gEXEoA_1hKs/s320/IMG_4482.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They had some parachute people (parachutists?) drop from a plane about 5:30 and that was kind've fun to watch. &amp;nbsp;Supposedly they were performing but I'm not sure what . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HMsrMxwxmHI/TnZZ3I-o3gI/AAAAAAAAB7E/XuzHj3ocqm0/s1600/IMG_4484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HMsrMxwxmHI/TnZZ3I-o3gI/AAAAAAAAB7E/XuzHj3ocqm0/s320/IMG_4484.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfDYKO6PmCE/TnZZ5Y7s6UI/AAAAAAAAB7I/6zGnjQCJhE8/s1600/IMG_4487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfDYKO6PmCE/TnZZ5Y7s6UI/AAAAAAAAB7I/6zGnjQCJhE8/s320/IMG_4487.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And then we got corn dogs and went to find a place to sit and watch. &amp;nbsp;Abby loved corn dogs by the way. &amp;nbsp;That's my girl!&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/-7Ghay0Pc-8g/TnZZ-WJaEfI/AAAAAAAAB7M/rZtS5GlOE1s/s1600/IMG_4489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ghay0Pc-8g/TnZZ-WJaEfI/AAAAAAAAB7M/rZtS5GlOE1s/s320/IMG_4489.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We're sitting and waiting and I'm chasing Abby around . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Km0xkLtTGdw/TnZaEYE7lNI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/16_caN7RUKg/s1600/IMG_4492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Km0xkLtTGdw/TnZaEYE7lNI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/16_caN7RUKg/s320/IMG_4492.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then launch time comes . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCLwC2PwTCg/TnZaIq9bkhI/AAAAAAAAB7U/y5iSy5a5HXo/s1600/IMG_4495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCLwC2PwTCg/TnZaIq9bkhI/AAAAAAAAB7U/y5iSy5a5HXo/s320/IMG_4495.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And goes. &amp;nbsp;Where are the balloons?&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/-U5r8awwdXHk/TnZaMoBnFNI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/uxe-xMRthPI/s1600/IMG_4498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5r8awwdXHk/TnZaMoBnFNI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/uxe-xMRthPI/s320/IMG_4498.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So we had snacks and made faces and tried to entertain ourselves a bit (I was a terrible mom and brought no entertainment but I didn't know what to expect!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plN7i2c1NCc/TnZaQgAzHlI/AAAAAAAAB7c/ncf38CFq-lU/s1600/IMG_4508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plN7i2c1NCc/TnZaQgAzHlI/AAAAAAAAB7c/ncf38CFq-lU/s320/IMG_4508.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 finally we gave up and went home. &amp;nbsp;The girls were getting tired and cranky. &amp;nbsp;Abby would NOT sit for a single moment, and Megan was having fits about which seat in the stroller was hers. &amp;nbsp;Needless to say, having waited for an hour and not having any announcements about whey they weren't launching, and with no balloons even laid out on the field at all, we deemed it best to cut our losses and go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that with balloons of that size, and the fact that they are powered by FIRE, makes it critical to have good weather conditions and little wind, but still we were disappointed. &amp;nbsp;Maybe we'll try again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, Abby's first corn dog is a milestone worth celebrating right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-3597718480454201208?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3597718480454201208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=3597718480454201208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/3597718480454201208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/3597718480454201208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/09/balloons-or-bust.html' title='Balloons or Bust'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ree7E8oQsi0/TnZZryVXuWI/AAAAAAAAB60/t_M7D4wzptc/s72-c/IMG_4477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-7471077379511616279</id><published>2011-09-17T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T12:26:36.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Words Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took some&amp;nbsp;maneuvering, but I got Abby to talk on camera. &amp;nbsp;In&amp;nbsp;hindsight, I should have made a list of the words I wanted her to say because of course at the last minute I couldn't remember them all. &amp;nbsp;We need to add sleep, song, and a whole list of bathroom words (she asks me what everything is when I'm getting ready in the morning, sorry).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching this though, it occurred to me that one of the funny things about Abby's talking is that her lip movements are pretty exaggerated. &amp;nbsp;I don't remember Megan doing that and it seems to me that Megan had a lot more clarity from the beginning. &amp;nbsp;Abby is going to be the child who is many ways is only understood by her mother! &amp;nbsp;But WATCHING her talk is so funny and cute. &amp;nbsp;I particularly like words with "ll" like "ball" because of how she stretches her lips into shape. &amp;nbsp;You get a little bit of it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g0hNMvUiAos?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-7471077379511616279?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/g0hNMvUiAos/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-3494546696170271208</id><published>2011-09-15T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T20:19:16.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Tuned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby said her first sentence today. &amp;nbsp;She threw her monkey on the ground and said "I throw monkey!" &amp;nbsp;Ok the "I" was questionable but the rest was definite. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to try and get her to talk to the camera for me but we'll see. &amp;nbsp;She knows she can watch pictures on it so doesn't like to be on the side where the picture is taken.&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 side note, I'm getting excited for Halloween. &amp;nbsp;All the crafty blogs that I love are doing the cutest Halloween decorations but I have sworn not to start anything or put anything up until October 1st. &amp;nbsp;I think I'm actually counting down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About 9 times out of 10, when I ask Megan what she wants to be for Halloween she says Tinker Bell. &amp;nbsp;So then I have to ask myself -- do I try to do something for the family where we're all from &lt;i&gt;Peter Pan? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Or do I just make Abby another Disney fairy and call it a night. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I could Chopper to be a fairy too . . . although I think he likes the idea of being Captain Hook better. &amp;nbsp;But how do I do Captain Hook without spending a ton? &amp;nbsp;Lots to think about! &amp;nbsp;But if anyone has any suggestions, I'd love to hear them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-3494546696170271208?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3494546696170271208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=3494546696170271208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/3494546696170271208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/3494546696170271208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/09/stay-tuned.html' title='Stay Tuned'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-1375071478344108604</id><published>2011-09-13T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T18:15:02.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Ponytails and a Maybe Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Abby's poor hair is growing out terribly. &amp;nbsp;I think it's a little curlier than Megan's was but it's not quite curly enough. &amp;nbsp;So it's thin and random and everywhere! &amp;nbsp;I've been trying to corral it with ponytails. &amp;nbsp;Some days it looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Py5LOerf8gw/Tm_vB16ihOI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Pe58zNa4xXs/s1600/IMG_4467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Py5LOerf8gw/Tm_vB16ihOI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Pe58zNa4xXs/s320/IMG_4467.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some days it looks like this. &amp;nbsp;This is a lot cuter and she looks more grown-up to me. &amp;nbsp;More like a little girl than a baby. &amp;nbsp;Then it's curly in the back so she looks a little more put together. &amp;nbsp;Because we may not look good but I at least like us to look put together! &amp;nbsp;Or rather, not falling apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuNZLB4A6pc/Tm_vEbQUwLI/AAAAAAAAB6s/AI0W6l52QZo/s1600/IMG_4472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuNZLB4A6pc/Tm_vEbQUwLI/AAAAAAAAB6s/AI0W6l52QZo/s320/IMG_4472.JPG" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan likes to get in on the action too. &amp;nbsp;I tell you what, there's no better way to motivate a child to let you do their hair than to get the other one going first. &amp;nbsp;Then they fight over the bathroom stool and both want their hair done. &amp;nbsp;Silly girly girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wpJJw48T9k/Tm_vHLl440I/AAAAAAAAB6w/WqaC3xzDWcU/s1600/IMG_4474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wpJJw48T9k/Tm_vHLl440I/AAAAAAAAB6w/WqaC3xzDWcU/s320/IMG_4474.JPG" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So for the maybe announcement. &amp;nbsp;No, not pregnant. &amp;nbsp;That announcement won't be a maybe.&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 thinking of killing off my other blog. &amp;nbsp;I've realized a few things about blogging for business (or something other than family and journaling):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;You have to have cute, wonderful ideas ALL THE TIME in order to really go anywhere with it. &amp;nbsp;I'm either not that creative, or not that energetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;You have to spend time doing it. &amp;nbsp;See above comment about energy. &amp;nbsp;It doesn't take a lot to get on the computer of course but I've realized something about my life -- I love not having a job. &amp;nbsp;I love reading the book I want to and doing a quilt or craft project because I feel like it. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I chafe at doing housework on a regular basis (ok I think everyone does that), but I prefer my relative freedom (with 2 kids relative is a big word) and I'm not sure I want to add one more thing I need to do all the time. &amp;nbsp;And I don't NEED to all the time, but still . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;There are so many cute blogs out there with awesome stuff. &amp;nbsp;I might just add a few more that I follow regularly to my sidebar because they're amazing and in this instance I love being a follower, not a leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So all that being said -- THIS BLOG IS NOT GOING ANYWHERE!! &amp;nbsp;Are you kidding me?!?!?!?! &amp;nbsp;I have finally discovered the best way for me to keep a journal of our family and it's awesome! &amp;nbsp;And I know that my family reads it (or says they do!) and that's what's most important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I also may throw in book recommendations and other ideas as I have them. &amp;nbsp;Why not? &amp;nbsp;It's all a part of life around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-1375071478344108604?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1375071478344108604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=1375071478344108604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-4030473434177496527</id><published>2011-09-08T17:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T17:36:48.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the way their minds work . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan is smart little cookie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Tuesday after the library and the park we wandered over the splash park that was still in operation. &amp;nbsp;Mind you, I never go to those things because both girls hate water in their faces and getting splashed so it's not worth it. &amp;nbsp;But we were with a friend and when her little boy stripped off his shirt and ran right in, guess who wanted to as well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I managed to keep her clothed for a while and then Abby went to investigate this weird thing on the ground and got a fountain blast right in the face. &amp;nbsp;She was not happy and soaked to the skin so off came her clothes. &amp;nbsp;Well, that got Megan insisting on nakedness even more. &amp;nbsp;But I told her, "Megan, I took off Abby's clothes because she got all wet." &amp;nbsp;At which point she stretches out in a wet spot on the concrete (remember, she doesn't go near the fountains), gets her shirt wet, and then says to me "ok mommy I'm all wet can you take my clothes off?" &amp;nbsp;I don't know if I can argue with the logic. &amp;nbsp;And she's three. &amp;nbsp;She thinks a pair of shorts is just another kind of suit. &amp;nbsp;So off came the shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday after I practically forced her to take one single bite of dinner Chopper asked her if it was good. &amp;nbsp;"It certainly is!" &amp;nbsp;But just not good enough to eat I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She takes so much of what we do into her little brain and spews it out on Abby. &amp;nbsp;The fact that I have to repeat myself over and over frustrates me to no end but apparently it actually IS getting through. &amp;nbsp;Abby cries, she tries to console her. &amp;nbsp;Abby does something she shouldn't (like pick her nose) and Megan tells her not too. &amp;nbsp;Funny thing is, she doesn't follow through on any of this behavior herself . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh except for right now. &amp;nbsp;Chopper is watching the President's address on tv and is being quite vocal. &amp;nbsp;Guess who's mimicking him? &amp;nbsp;Good guess.&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 not be outdone anymore. &amp;nbsp;She constantly asks what things are and tries more and more to say them. &amp;nbsp;She loves to read to (the same books over and over and over and over . . .) and her favorites right now are &lt;i&gt;Lunch&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Denise Fleming), any of the &lt;i&gt;Gossie and Gertie&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;books (Olivier Dunrea), a couple of baby books (in other words, books that feature read babies) and &lt;i&gt;Dear Zoo &lt;/i&gt;(can't remember the author right now). &amp;nbsp;But she is into everything and my house is never clean. &amp;nbsp;Sigh. &amp;nbsp;I do love a clean house. &amp;nbsp;Oh well -- I love a happy toddler more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-4030473434177496527?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/4030473434177496527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-5714585145696784440</id><published>2011-09-06T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:51:29.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grandpa by any other name . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was little, Grandmas and Grandpas never had special names. &amp;nbsp;They were just Grandma and Grandpa and if we needed to differentiate we used last names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we moved to the east coast and were confronted with a series of me-maws and pop-pops and you name it, they're out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the Grandmas (my mom and Chopper's mom) are pretty flexible about it (or say they are). &amp;nbsp;But Grandpa -- well, he's put his foot down that he's going to be Grandpa and that's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you know where all of those "other" names come from right? &amp;nbsp;They come from those itty-bitty grandkids trying to say "Grandma" and "Grandpa" and not quite getting it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But a Grandpa by any other name is just as sweet right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wzIyThb1xLM?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wouldn't you agree "Pa-kow?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wzIyThb1xLM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-504917358668150388</id><published>2011-09-05T20:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:36:22.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Really Perfect Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What could be better? &amp;nbsp;Chopper's home, the yard is mown (Chopper just said "the yard is MOAN??" but that is a legitimate past participle of mow so now you've learned something), the weather is 84 DEGREES!!!!! &amp;nbsp;I kid you not. &amp;nbsp;We have had a cold front and it is glorious!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So of course after weeks of being trapped inside while the girls go crazy, we had to go outside and revel in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C4pUQnShhWk/TmWCYEGhOFI/AAAAAAAAB54/Dehv-6mZ_F8/s1600/IMG_4433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C4pUQnShhWk/TmWCYEGhOFI/AAAAAAAAB54/Dehv-6mZ_F8/s320/IMG_4433.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So we started with some yard work which involved Chopper mowing the lawn (I think it's been a month since he touched it but who can blame him?), I &amp;nbsp;pulled a few weeds (very few -- you know how I feel about dirt and bugs), Abby and Megan drew on the driveway, ran around with this feathery frondy things from our bushes that we hate, and played with bubbles -- well bubble solution really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then our neighbors came out to play and we caught up and I learned that Megan is one bossy little girl! &amp;nbsp;She kept telling the 6-year old what to do. &amp;nbsp;Sigh. &amp;nbsp;I think that's first-child syndrome -- we all know that I have it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After lunch Abby took a great nap and I started painting our bedroom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rXMiyzVz0R4/TmWChbENGQI/AAAAAAAAB6A/gPGvVn1zsqQ/s1600/IMG_4441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rXMiyzVz0R4/TmWChbENGQI/AAAAAAAAB6A/gPGvVn1zsqQ/s320/IMG_4441.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you tell? &amp;nbsp;It's gray and I love it! &amp;nbsp;I'll take better pictures when it's done, the furniture is back together, and the light is better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Chopper finally did what he's been talking about for years (YEARS, SERIOUSLY!). &amp;nbsp;He grilled/smoked a rack of ribs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kind've a problem when you don't have a smoker right? &amp;nbsp;Apparently not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cp72wiL_7x4/TmWCd1MmEJI/AAAAAAAAB58/qDNj-itkwSo/s1600/IMG_4440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cp72wiL_7x4/TmWCd1MmEJI/AAAAAAAAB58/qDNj-itkwSo/s320/IMG_4440.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's his nice little grill all rigged up . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a05-mGCPkRI/TmWCmPf4D0I/AAAAAAAAB6E/YBmncuTVq60/s1600/IMG_4445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a05-mGCPkRI/TmWCmPf4D0I/AAAAAAAAB6E/YBmncuTVq60/s320/IMG_4445.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the ribs rubbed and ready to go!&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/-yViFdaAghUo/TmWCp6-EB0I/AAAAAAAAB6I/RpoRjn5yqL4/s1600/IMG_4446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yViFdaAghUo/TmWCp6-EB0I/AAAAAAAAB6I/RpoRjn5yqL4/s320/IMG_4446.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Smoked with hickory chips . . .&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/-9Yjz-wHWiSg/TmWCtKUqDSI/AAAAAAAAB6M/UbJcZ3GhlR8/s1600/IMG_4447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Yjz-wHWiSg/TmWCtKUqDSI/AAAAAAAAB6M/UbJcZ3GhlR8/s320/IMG_4447.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And carefully watched by Megan (who knows what hot means and stays away from the grill. &amp;nbsp;Abby on the other hand was temporarily banished to the house and cried like it was the end of the world. &amp;nbsp;She LOVES being outside. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness for fall.)&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/-JLNoh_2G8Js/TmWCyGmAHxI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/xY1G5yP1BUs/s1600/IMG_4448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLNoh_2G8Js/TmWCyGmAHxI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/xY1G5yP1BUs/s320/IMG_4448.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And voila! (I've been saying that a lot lately, haven't I?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6TaXMLUdM6Y/TmWC1kCCbzI/AAAAAAAAB6U/ygO2L0ik8kg/s1600/IMG_4449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6TaXMLUdM6Y/TmWC1kCCbzI/AAAAAAAAB6U/ygO2L0ik8kg/s320/IMG_4449.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don't they look great?&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/-7acBNOWQotA/TmWC5bErU1I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Wy67qdmxgSc/s1600/IMG_4453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7acBNOWQotA/TmWC5bErU1I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Wy67qdmxgSc/s320/IMG_4453.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Abby thinks 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vF5LukrJgLA/TmWC8nPT5mI/AAAAAAAAB6c/BF45EmNpav0/s1600/IMG_4454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vF5LukrJgLA/TmWC8nPT5mI/AAAAAAAAB6c/BF45EmNpav0/s320/IMG_4454.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we go, first bite dry to test the flavor and power of the rub . . . survey says . . . too salty! &amp;nbsp;WHAT?!?!?! &amp;nbsp;Alton Brown has failed us.&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/-GjjLDk4Qyts/TmWDAWe7ynI/AAAAAAAAB6g/QMgp9uahG0Q/s1600/IMG_4456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjjLDk4Qyts/TmWDAWe7ynI/AAAAAAAAB6g/QMgp9uahG0Q/s320/IMG_4456.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So we'll try it with sauce. &amp;nbsp;Megan REALLY REALLY liked this part -- "painting the ribs". &amp;nbsp;She kept asking for more. &amp;nbsp;Oh, and by the way, you know all those parenting books that say when you involve a child in the cooking process it gets them interested and they're more likely to eat the end result? &amp;nbsp;Lies, all lies. &amp;nbsp;Megan did not eat a single rib or even lick her fingers. &amp;nbsp;She just wanted to paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby didn't get any ribs after all. &amp;nbsp;But she ate hot dogs and olives like there was no tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;Which according to her stomach, there's no two hours later, let alone a tomorrow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5o3jLOaepcA/TmWDDh2tM8I/AAAAAAAAB6k/qupCo1DXABk/s1600/IMG_4462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5o3jLOaepcA/TmWDDh2tM8I/AAAAAAAAB6k/qupCo1DXABk/s320/IMG_4462.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 the ribs were a little disappointing. &amp;nbsp;Actually, the ribs themselves were really good -- Chopper's wonky smoker really worked -- it was just the rub. &amp;nbsp;Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it really was a perfect day like I said. &amp;nbsp;Family together. &amp;nbsp;Everyone happy (and I do mean everyone -- no time outs for Megan!), great weather, and working on the house. &amp;nbsp;Gee we have lots of blessings! &amp;nbsp;I hope everyone else's was just as good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-504917358668150388?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/504917358668150388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=504917358668150388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/504917358668150388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/504917358668150388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/09/really-perfect-labor-day.html' title='A Really Perfect Labor Day'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C4pUQnShhWk/TmWCYEGhOFI/AAAAAAAAB54/Dehv-6mZ_F8/s72-c/IMG_4433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-2157174414602058554</id><published>2011-09-05T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T08:48:00.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan's New Princess Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was serious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joann Fabrics has some great sales. &amp;nbsp;I really do love that place. &amp;nbsp;On Friday night, Chopper and I went on a date (I know, I know -- shocker) and just did some shopping without kids (heaven!). &amp;nbsp;I insisted (and he loves me enough to go along with it) on going to Joann's to pick up an item or two on sale for Labor Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$1 for a basic princess dress pattern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$4 for pink tulle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O27VYmvfmkg/TmTf_7yE25I/AAAAAAAAB5s/Am7W17uWfKQ/s1600/IMG_4426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O27VYmvfmkg/TmTf_7yE25I/AAAAAAAAB5s/Am7W17uWfKQ/s320/IMG_4426.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPlDrJx3T3Y/TmTgE8FQCTI/AAAAAAAAB5w/ZCw8aNpYPCE/s1600/IMG_4429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPlDrJx3T3Y/TmTgE8FQCTI/AAAAAAAAB5w/ZCw8aNpYPCE/s320/IMG_4429.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KuEHHsZaAo/TmTgGY5xIbI/AAAAAAAAB50/M-wRd1zJNvQ/s1600/IMG_4431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KuEHHsZaAo/TmTgGY5xIbI/AAAAAAAAB50/M-wRd1zJNvQ/s320/IMG_4431.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's worn it quite a bit already. &amp;nbsp;The top was from the pattern but I improvised the skirt and it definitely needs some tweaking, but Megan's not complaining. &amp;nbsp;So that brings us to a total of 3 dresses -- one of which she refuses to wear actually. &amp;nbsp;But the "Cinderella" dress and the "Rosetta" dress (she's one of Tinker Bell's friends in case you're not up and up on your Disney fairies . . . ) are definite thumbs up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few things about Abby:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is really into carrying bags and purses around right now. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, most of them are two big for her and she gets really frustrated so a small purse just her size should probably be next on my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's got a slew of words under her belt and is starting into the two-syllable range: monkey, daddy, milk, snack, outside, &amp;nbsp;-- and sadly I can't think of the others right now! &amp;nbsp;They'll come to me eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Labor Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-2157174414602058554?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2157174414602058554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=2157174414602058554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/2157174414602058554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/2157174414602058554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/09/megans-new-princess-dress.html' title='Megan&apos;s New Princess Dress'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O27VYmvfmkg/TmTf_7yE25I/AAAAAAAAB5s/Am7W17uWfKQ/s72-c/IMG_4426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-8786500515007165269</id><published>2011-09-02T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T14:04:53.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Out and About (Finally)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that we've spent the most of the last week and a half inside the house. &amp;nbsp;It's been difficult to adjust to triple-digit weather again and then the girls got minor colds so I kept them home a little bit (after exposing all the kids in nursery -- priorities you know!). &amp;nbsp;But finally we all couldn't take it anymore so out 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;We joined a friend for a trip to the SeaLife Aquarium at the Grapevine Mills Outline (side note -- do not pay full price for this aquarium!!! &amp;nbsp;If you want to go, find something with a family pass and pay guest ticket prices). &amp;nbsp;It was a fun and very kid friendly aquarium and Abby particularly enjoyed it because I DID NOT bring a stroller and she ran everywhere. &amp;nbsp;And so did I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No flash allowed so all my pictures are purple . . . not sure how that works but that's what they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGTDGKiiDCk/TmE0Y8ZtCGI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/hgk3NeJL6s8/s1600/IMG_4411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGTDGKiiDCk/TmE0Y8ZtCGI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/hgk3NeJL6s8/s320/IMG_4411.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There were a lot of "glass" floors, hands-on exhibits, glass bubbles to look through -- like I said, very kid-friendly. &amp;nbsp;As you can see, Abby liked laying on the glass floor to see the fish. &amp;nbsp;The 360 tunnel she crawled through -- but it is a little unnerving to walk on that stuff!&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/-Uiw6tPUO5Xc/TmE0dPtGaKI/AAAAAAAAB5c/rzBc3SGRPvg/s1600/IMG_4414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uiw6tPUO5Xc/TmE0dPtGaKI/AAAAAAAAB5c/rzBc3SGRPvg/s320/IMG_4414.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They also had some touch pools at the end where they could touch starfish, snails, and sea urchins. &amp;nbsp;It was a cute little aquarium and we enjoyed it. &amp;nbsp;After, we went out into the mall -- I wanted to get some shirts for Abby at &lt;i&gt;The Children's Place&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;outlet and of course we had to go by the carousel . . .&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/-L-nYNHJqsBM/TmE0hNXj3XI/AAAAAAAAB5g/1tKh5-4BFDw/s1600/IMG_4421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L-nYNHJqsBM/TmE0hNXj3XI/AAAAAAAAB5g/1tKh5-4BFDw/s320/IMG_4421.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My friend took Abby for me so Megan could go on the carousel and she was very happy about that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went to the &lt;i&gt;Disney Store.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I love that place but did you know that those princess dresses are $45?!?!?!?!? &amp;nbsp;For dress up? &amp;nbsp;No way! &amp;nbsp;I'm making my own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZUTtEPBKeM/TmE0lpOqxQI/AAAAAAAAB5k/L1uoXYYVBI8/s1600/IMG_4422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZUTtEPBKeM/TmE0lpOqxQI/AAAAAAAAB5k/L1uoXYYVBI8/s320/IMG_4422.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;However, Abby discovered &lt;i&gt;Cars&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;lunchboxes and had to carry one in each hand. &amp;nbsp;In fact, at one point, she &amp;nbsp;takes off for the entrance going as fast as she can -- she was making a break for it! &amp;nbsp;I guess we need to have a talk about shoplifting, or at least attempted shoplifting . . .&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/-d-z7qEjor3M/TmE0p8Ms1MI/AAAAAAAAB5o/q_Aoop4nfiw/s1600/IMG_4423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-z7qEjor3M/TmE0p8Ms1MI/AAAAAAAAB5o/q_Aoop4nfiw/s320/IMG_4423.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she was quite determined!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-8786500515007165269?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/8786500515007165269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=8786500515007165269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/8786500515007165269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/8786500515007165269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-out-and-about-finally.html' title='A Day Out and About (Finally)'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGTDGKiiDCk/TmE0Y8ZtCGI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/hgk3NeJL6s8/s72-c/IMG_4411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-2554768500669514321</id><published>2011-08-24T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T19:40:16.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, the girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I know that when Uncle Jeff asked if I was going to put more pictures on my blog, he didn't mean of my house. &amp;nbsp;But I had to share those and I don't like blogging more than once a day -- too muddled. &amp;nbsp;So here you go Uncle Jeff, these are for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AJXpZF9KAsg/TlWl7z7SBNI/AAAAAAAAB44/TMj2HihrFh0/s1600/IMG_4393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AJXpZF9KAsg/TlWl7z7SBNI/AAAAAAAAB44/TMj2HihrFh0/s320/IMG_4393.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All of these pictures are blurry because Abby won't hold still. &amp;nbsp;It's worse now that she's walking. &amp;nbsp;And she LOVES to run away from me. &amp;nbsp;Which, it's not really running, more like speed walking -- and it looks pretty funny. &amp;nbsp;Oh she also loves the pantry. &amp;nbsp;I can no longer put anything breakable on the bottom shelf. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbKdyJjuWgs/TlWmJ3g1WUI/AAAAAAAAB48/zGLaccxBvb0/s1600/IMG_4394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tbKdyJjuWgs/TlWmJ3g1WUI/AAAAAAAAB48/zGLaccxBvb0/s320/IMG_4394.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTbielFemHQ/TlWmNLAb2GI/AAAAAAAAB5A/SZj-L-hSx_4/s1600/IMG_4395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTbielFemHQ/TlWmNLAb2GI/AAAAAAAAB5A/SZj-L-hSx_4/s320/IMG_4395.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why is she holding still now? &amp;nbsp;Not sure except that she is very guilty. &amp;nbsp;After I took the picture I dug a marker cap out of her mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQUZP43FF4Q/TlWmQYq0h0I/AAAAAAAAB5E/IeffeUMwy88/s1600/IMG_4397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQUZP43FF4Q/TlWmQYq0h0I/AAAAAAAAB5E/IeffeUMwy88/s320/IMG_4397.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally remembered that I had washed and hung this princess dress that my mom got for Megan (hand-me-down from her friend AWESOME!). &amp;nbsp;She has now worn it for 24 hours and wanted to put it back on before bed. &amp;nbsp;I wouldn't let her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p-1LbJO5R1o/TlWmU9cMsFI/AAAAAAAAB5I/5_360Y-icrI/s1600/IMG_4399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p-1LbJO5R1o/TlWmU9cMsFI/AAAAAAAAB5I/5_360Y-icrI/s320/IMG_4399.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-umHRhqIqBL4/TlWmbH5t75I/AAAAAAAAB5M/VikSiTm8l5I/s1600/IMG_4400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-umHRhqIqBL4/TlWmbH5t75I/AAAAAAAAB5M/VikSiTm8l5I/s320/IMG_4400.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And she loves the shoes. &amp;nbsp;They're big but she walks around in them really well. &amp;nbsp;She's developing nice little "tickle spots" where they're giving her blisters though. &amp;nbsp;I give it another day before the tickle spots don't tickle so much any more.&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/-z8tiU9Uo_2o/TlWmfoodq6I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/vcBR02VJz0Y/s1600/IMG_4403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8tiU9Uo_2o/TlWmfoodq6I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/vcBR02VJz0Y/s320/IMG_4403.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;How did this end up all about Abby? &amp;nbsp;She's holding still because she's in my lap -- 2nd favorite place to be. &amp;nbsp;First favorite is on my hip. &amp;nbsp;You think I'm kidding but I'm not.&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/-tUN80YnVyug/TlWmiws5BzI/AAAAAAAAB5U/IT9gFC8LWvQ/s1600/IMG_4408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tUN80YnVyug/TlWmiws5BzI/AAAAAAAAB5U/IT9gFC8LWvQ/s320/IMG_4408.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's been brushing her teeth (well chewing really but I figure it works) and carrying things around. &amp;nbsp;This is Megan's baby (I'm informed every time Abby picks it up even though Megan has NEVER IN HER SHORT LIFE been interested in baby dolls at all) and her name is Charlotte. &amp;nbsp;We just had some friends move who had a baby girl named Charlotte so maybe that's why. &amp;nbsp;The real baby Charlotte was not thrown around like this one is though. &amp;nbsp;It may be her baby but Megan is not a very considerate mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-2554768500669514321?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2554768500669514321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=2554768500669514321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/2554768500669514321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/2554768500669514321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-yeah-girls.html' title='Oh yeah, the girls'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AJXpZF9KAsg/TlWl7z7SBNI/AAAAAAAAB44/TMj2HihrFh0/s72-c/IMG_4393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-952815292826805563</id><published>2011-08-23T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T19:53:00.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot about the house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chopper took on a special project while we were on vacation: painting. &amp;nbsp;We didn't do a lot (2 walls), but boy it makes a difference. &amp;nbsp;In fact, we've also added a large bookshelf that we bought from some friends who were moving and I made some different pillows for the couch (the ones it came with I didn't love) and voila! &amp;nbsp;To me there is such a difference in warmth and coziness. &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;And yes, I like a warm and cozy house even when it's 106 degrees outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUfelCTj0z8/TlRXUTpiOkI/AAAAAAAAB4c/vfZNZ2xcO-Q/s1600/IMG_4377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUfelCTj0z8/TlRXUTpiOkI/AAAAAAAAB4c/vfZNZ2xcO-Q/s320/IMG_4377.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The couch pillows before. &amp;nbsp;I'm not exactly a fan of fringe . . .&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/-pif-glBHh-4/TlRXbHq8ieI/AAAAAAAAB4g/ud0OW8RlzS4/s1600/IMG_4379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pif-glBHh-4/TlRXbHq8ieI/AAAAAAAAB4g/ud0OW8RlzS4/s320/IMG_4379.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And after. &amp;nbsp;We kept the solids and paired it with a bright fabric that has all the colors -- red, green, some mustard, that sea blue color. &amp;nbsp;I like 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aLaW7VjSLM/TlRXfW5jM7I/AAAAAAAAB4k/LeSL8uOsTgg/s1600/IMG_4380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aLaW7VjSLM/TlRXfW5jM7I/AAAAAAAAB4k/LeSL8uOsTgg/s320/IMG_4380.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the loveseat.&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/-8aMsqIW8oQw/TlRXkFCj0TI/AAAAAAAAB4o/iUPAXIPOdYE/s1600/IMG_4384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aMsqIW8oQw/TlRXkFCj0TI/AAAAAAAAB4o/iUPAXIPOdYE/s320/IMG_4384.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The back dining room wall. &amp;nbsp;I think the color is "slate green" and I realized when I saw it on the wall that it's about the same color as an old-school chalkboard. &amp;nbsp;I just can't escape the teaching genes I guess . . .&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/-nuDqu7QsSTM/TlRXpMPoWiI/AAAAAAAAB4s/d3WqKe10BD0/s1600/IMG_4385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuDqu7QsSTM/TlRXpMPoWiI/AAAAAAAAB4s/d3WqKe10BD0/s320/IMG_4385.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And this is looking from the front door. &amp;nbsp;New (old) bookshelf on the left as you walk in and then the green wall going to the girls' rooms and then back in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_iD5MJ4JHQ/TlRXuFb05bI/AAAAAAAAB4w/o29hMfgaTFM/s1600/IMG_4386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_iD5MJ4JHQ/TlRXuFb05bI/AAAAAAAAB4w/o29hMfgaTFM/s320/IMG_4386.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love this bookcase. &amp;nbsp;And it's filled very decoratively. &amp;nbsp;It's the shelves hidden in office that are stuffed double and full to bursting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little little changes have made a huge difference! &amp;nbsp;And it looks even better when you see it in person. &amp;nbsp;Yes, that's an invitation to come visit. &amp;nbsp;October is a beautiful month in Texas . . .&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;/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/7882030027278964543-952815292826805563?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/952815292826805563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=952815292826805563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/952815292826805563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/952815292826805563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-forgot-about-house.html' title='I forgot about the house!'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUfelCTj0z8/TlRXUTpiOkI/AAAAAAAAB4c/vfZNZ2xcO-Q/s72-c/IMG_4377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-9019861023453084440</id><published>2011-08-23T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T09:03:23.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm supposed to be headed out the door to the library but the videos are uploaded so real quick --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family has been asking about Abby's walking and I'm sorry to say that Abby has discovered the camera. This means that when I try to take video of her she comes around to see the picture! &amp;nbsp;But I did manage these two so you can see a little bit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w1f6tDzIH7Q?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dqXfWP76eBk?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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's getting a lot smoother and faster but still kind've walks with her hands up. &amp;nbsp;She LOVES to carry things and loves to empty the (clean) dishwasher. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday though, she was fighting to get down in the store. &amp;nbsp;That shouldn't be a big deal except that she wouldn't walk! &amp;nbsp;She kept crawling all over the dirty floor. &amp;nbsp;Sigh. &amp;nbsp;And she still has to be held 80% of the time. &amp;nbsp;Chopper pointed out last night that I have one child who wants nothing to do with me (well us both) and one who is attached like a growth. &amp;nbsp;So what will #3 be like? &amp;nbsp;No I'm not pregnant, just wondering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan continues to be a 3-year old but her reasoning and thinking powers are getting better every day. &amp;nbsp;Today she told me that Abby was a clown and when I asked her why she said it was Abby keeps doing funny things. &amp;nbsp;She's very perceptive but I swear the most frequent words out of my mouth right now are "go to your room" and "don't touch your sister".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which means that I need to get off the computer and go referee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, my grandma called me and gave me a lecture (just kidding, but she was not happy) about saying that &lt;i&gt;Somewhere in Time&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;isn't a good movie. &amp;nbsp;It's good -- but the ending is SOOO disappointing and I just have to stand by that! &amp;nbsp;Love you Grandma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-9019861023453084440?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/9019861023453084440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-2444374213657974030</id><published>2011-08-16T14:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T14:01:59.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took a lot of cute videos while we were up in the Michigan. &amp;nbsp;It might be same old same old to you but you have to watch them anyway because it takes me a stinking long time to upload them! &amp;nbsp;We all love them around here but then they are about us . . .&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;This first one is Uncle Jeff giving Abby flying lessons. &amp;nbsp;She loved this. &amp;nbsp;In fact, she would crawl over to him and then just grin like a Chesire cat until he picked her up. &amp;nbsp;Then she started talking to him in between counting -- it was really cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u_ubIP9JxxM?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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 also loves to talk on the phone. &amp;nbsp;She puts it up to her ear (or close to) and says "hi" and then starts to babble. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't figure out why she was doing it with TV remote controls and things and then I realized that cell phones any more don't look like phones -- they're just flat with buttons. &amp;nbsp;So she's smarter than I thought!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nkh8uzis-G4?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan is a great little singer and I know I've posted video of her performances before but she is doing so well. &amp;nbsp;She learns all the words and then sings them exactly as they are sung -- in fact, when I say "Doe, a deer" she gets mad that I DON'T pronounce is "de-ah" like they do in &lt;i&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;She's got these down cold and now we're working on "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious". &amp;nbsp;Thank you Julie Andrews!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D7RbeABO-Dc?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8P2_ein063c?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, Uncle James is trying to get Abby to learn how to cook already. &amp;nbsp;He was out in the garden teaching her the herbs and she was sniffing them . . . until I came out with the camera. &amp;nbsp;But you get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nmHtvX9LW-0?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-2444374213657974030?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2444374213657974030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-1219825138423018318</id><published>2011-08-14T15:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T15:25:08.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mackinac Island . . . oh and a new calling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My parents have lived in Michigan for a number of years now but I had never been to Mackinac Island (say &lt;i&gt;Mack-i-naw &lt;/i&gt;but don't ask me why) so my mom wonderfully took the girls for the day and I went with my brothers Jeff and James up to the island and saw all the sights!&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 island is part of the state of Michigan and is about halfway between Michigan and the Upper Peninsula. &amp;nbsp;The only way to get there is by ferry and there are NO CARS on the island at all. &amp;nbsp;Even for year-rounders (of which there are only about 500). &amp;nbsp;So we got our ferry tickets early in the morning and took off!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D64fqxNhbVQ/Tkg4jSb_qpI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/hF8kab1NeNw/s1600/IMG_4354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D64fqxNhbVQ/Tkg4jSb_qpI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/hF8kab1NeNw/s320/IMG_4354.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I think of a ferry I think slow boat to China but it actually was very fast. &amp;nbsp;The ferry took us under the Mackinac suspension bridge that connects the UP to the mainland. &amp;nbsp;It's the longest suspension bridge in the western hemisphere, even longer than Golden Gate in San Francisco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kl-59nwfwWI/Tkg3TBOjJqI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/wzFj41HA-Mk/s1600/IMG_4301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kl-59nwfwWI/Tkg3TBOjJqI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/wzFj41HA-Mk/s320/IMG_4301.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They filled us in on fun facts about the bridge as we rode -- including that 360 cars run out of gas on the bridge every year. &amp;nbsp;And apparently they have driver assistance for those who are too scared to drive over. &amp;nbsp;That would've been me I think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2E9i1s3F2I0/Tkg3XI9bdrI/AAAAAAAAB3c/9jkgknWO2X0/s1600/IMG_4313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2E9i1s3F2I0/Tkg3XI9bdrI/AAAAAAAAB3c/9jkgknWO2X0/s320/IMG_4313.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As we get closer -- there she is! &amp;nbsp;The Grand Hotel! &amp;nbsp;Built in the late 1880's, it is a beautiful Victorian hotel that will run you $250-$3000 a night and was the site for the 80's film &lt;i&gt;Somewhere in Time&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;staring Jane Seymour and Christopher Reeve. &amp;nbsp;It's a terrible movie by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GcqgutPOslY/Tkg3bjMMwII/AAAAAAAAB3g/e9OhdUQqf6w/s1600/IMG_4314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GcqgutPOslY/Tkg3bjMMwII/AAAAAAAAB3g/e9OhdUQqf6w/s320/IMG_4314.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The island is also covered with beautiful vacation homes, bed and breakfast's, hotels, and shops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ8i7_q-16A/Tkg3h8ZZ0KI/AAAAAAAAB3k/4wMpgYhTwlQ/s1600/IMG_4319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ8i7_q-16A/Tkg3h8ZZ0KI/AAAAAAAAB3k/4wMpgYhTwlQ/s320/IMG_4319.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the views of Lake Huron are awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MXCXaoftk-M/Tkg3mR-CpyI/AAAAAAAAB3o/bpyBStfcKqM/s1600/IMG_4325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MXCXaoftk-M/Tkg3mR-CpyI/AAAAAAAAB3o/bpyBStfcKqM/s320/IMG_4325.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is a "road" that runs the perimeter of the island and is about 8 miles long. &amp;nbsp;We rented bikes and rode around it. &amp;nbsp;Let me tell you, I hadn't been on a bike in about 10 years and it was shaky getting going again. &amp;nbsp;It didn't help that I think I got the strangest bike on the island . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MyP3rr-5gOo/Tkg3rp4IrEI/AAAAAAAAB3s/FHNIo9O66No/s1600/IMG_4326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MyP3rr-5gOo/Tkg3rp4IrEI/AAAAAAAAB3s/FHNIo9O66No/s320/IMG_4326.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You can also rent a horse and carriage or ride just a horse itself, or go on a tour in a horse drawn wagon. &amp;nbsp;Lot's of options but they all cost money of course. &amp;nbsp;The biking was fun but next time (if there is a next time) I think I'll do the wagon tour and get some more useful information. &amp;nbsp;Signs like these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwEyk5Uhehw/Tkg4KszMKlI/AAAAAAAAB4E/5zRbLnUh-b0/s1600/IMG_4336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwEyk5Uhehw/Tkg4KszMKlI/AAAAAAAAB4E/5zRbLnUh-b0/s320/IMG_4336.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;were not so helpful.&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/-ZF9wTNvA8kU/Tkg3xfU55hI/AAAAAAAAB3w/GpumaF90nvs/s1600/IMG_4327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9wTNvA8kU/Tkg3xfU55hI/AAAAAAAAB3w/GpumaF90nvs/s320/IMG_4327.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-xA12GG9GQyg/Tkg31xtm7cI/AAAAAAAAB30/IvAk2jRZo_g/s1600/IMG_4328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xA12GG9GQyg/Tkg31xtm7cI/AAAAAAAAB30/IvAk2jRZo_g/s320/IMG_4328.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm74ENdafVE/Tkg37kShycI/AAAAAAAAB34/8gvx0RNqyoY/s1600/IMG_4329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm74ENdafVE/Tkg37kShycI/AAAAAAAAB34/8gvx0RNqyoY/s320/IMG_4329.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I coveted these houses. &amp;nbsp;I want a summer home here I think. &amp;nbsp;Or maybe just a vacation when the kids get older. &amp;nbsp;It was beautiful and we had absolutely perfect gorgeous weather for it. &amp;nbsp;I don't think I would want to be a year-round resident and pretty much snowed in all winter though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISS0sbilQdI/Tkg4BalduNI/AAAAAAAAB38/bER-8QaCU9I/s1600/IMG_4330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISS0sbilQdI/Tkg4BalduNI/AAAAAAAAB38/bER-8QaCU9I/s320/IMG_4330.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A-7THJZDa9o/Tkg4F5MvKbI/AAAAAAAAB4A/TvNMaeqcohI/s1600/IMG_4332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A-7THJZDa9o/Tkg4F5MvKbI/AAAAAAAAB4A/TvNMaeqcohI/s320/IMG_4332.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The water is so clear and blue and the lake is so big that there are waves like the ocean. &amp;nbsp;It was just stunning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr6DOcK98Kg/Tkg4RWPFoxI/AAAAAAAAB4I/0IwTU-BMWUY/s1600/IMG_4337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr6DOcK98Kg/Tkg4RWPFoxI/AAAAAAAAB4I/0IwTU-BMWUY/s320/IMG_4337.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-At84rrHSncs/Tkg4V126smI/AAAAAAAAB4M/PeYd3-UWScE/s1600/IMG_4341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-At84rrHSncs/Tkg4V126smI/AAAAAAAAB4M/PeYd3-UWScE/s320/IMG_4341.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The big deal on the island is there fudge and it's a soft-set fudge that was fun to watch them make. &amp;nbsp;I know this is a terrible picture but you can kind've see him paddling it around. &amp;nbsp;Every shop gives you samples so you can get pretty full of fudge without actually buying some. &amp;nbsp;But I did anyway. &amp;nbsp;It was good! &amp;nbsp;I recommend double-dark pecan. &amp;nbsp;Ok now I'm hungry again . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lmOc-qsI20/Tkg4cJ3i1RI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/pi3jK9jC0mE/s1600/IMG_4346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lmOc-qsI20/Tkg4cJ3i1RI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/pi3jK9jC0mE/s320/IMG_4346.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You can't actually go up to or inside the Grand Hotel unless you are a paying guest or buy the $10 tour ticket. &amp;nbsp;We didn't. &amp;nbsp;But we did sneak through the bushes (literally) into this garden to get a great view of the front of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhchDew0n0I/Tkg4fyUFhXI/AAAAAAAAB4U/m4lbgZ5-k84/s1600/IMG_4353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhchDew0n0I/Tkg4fyUFhXI/AAAAAAAAB4U/m4lbgZ5-k84/s320/IMG_4353.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had a good time even though it doesn't look like it. &amp;nbsp;I really enjoyed spending time with my brothers. &amp;nbsp;They're fun guys that I don't get to see to often. &amp;nbsp;And they're both single if anyone is interested . . .&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;Anyway, if you're going to be in the area -- I highly recommend it. &amp;nbsp;It was a great day trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I was released from Primary Secretary and am now 2nd Counselor in the Relief Society. &amp;nbsp;I need to catch up on my lessons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-1219825138423018318?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/1219825138423018318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=1219825138423018318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/1219825138423018318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/1219825138423018318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/08/mackinac-island-oh-and-new-calling.html' title='Mackinac Island . . . oh and a new calling.'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D64fqxNhbVQ/Tkg4jSb_qpI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/hF8kab1NeNw/s72-c/IMG_4354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-3985219907475022088</id><published>2011-08-13T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:41:57.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make New Friends, But Keep the Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the best things about this long trip was seeing some old friends. &amp;nbsp;On the way up, I stopped in Kansas to visit my best friend and roommate from college and her adorable, not so new anymore, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ql8QmbfMsHE/TkchSYVj_0I/AAAAAAAAB28/rsgVQJeUV-s/s1600/IMG_4133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ql8QmbfMsHE/TkchSYVj_0I/AAAAAAAAB28/rsgVQJeUV-s/s320/IMG_4133.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She didn't want to smile for me because that book was too good but she was an absolute doll!&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/-jii181rJozk/TkchMUFwn-I/AAAAAAAAB24/E2J8d-Ex0DE/s1600/IMG_4132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jii181rJozk/TkchMUFwn-I/AAAAAAAAB24/E2J8d-Ex0DE/s320/IMG_4132.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Megan and Abby also really enjoyed playing with their extremely tolerant cat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zup9lNlKTC4/TkchXFSUS_I/AAAAAAAAB3A/16eihkTJsOA/s1600/IMG_4137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zup9lNlKTC4/TkchXFSUS_I/AAAAAAAAB3A/16eihkTJsOA/s320/IMG_4137.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way back, we stopped in Memphis to see some friends from Idaho who just recently relocated there. &amp;nbsp;They very wonderfully put up with us even though she was headed out of town herself. &amp;nbsp;AND she made us a cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dwiZDZ7O4ig/TkchbZRa5rI/AAAAAAAAB3E/TftYHPBxefg/s1600/IMG_4373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dwiZDZ7O4ig/TkchbZRa5rI/AAAAAAAAB3E/TftYHPBxefg/s320/IMG_4373.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Megan thought it was the coolest thing ever. &amp;nbsp;I may be plagued by bus cake requests for the rest of . . . well forever. &amp;nbsp;Megan has a really long memory.&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/-KK5ZlvBeru4/Tkcheki-F3I/AAAAAAAAB3I/4XDSS_p4tCY/s1600/IMG_4374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KK5ZlvBeru4/Tkcheki-F3I/AAAAAAAAB3I/4XDSS_p4tCY/s320/IMG_4374.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And it tasted good! &amp;nbsp;Although Emmett looks like he's not too happy that I'm interrupted his eating for a picture!&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 is one reason why we're such good friends -- they're kind've goofy like we are . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lfpmr_SEZzE/Tkcks1OrVtI/AAAAAAAAB3U/5Hl6IMX1ZWY/s1600/IMG_4375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lfpmr_SEZzE/Tkcks1OrVtI/AAAAAAAAB3U/5Hl6IMX1ZWY/s320/IMG_4375.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 great visits both times. &amp;nbsp;It was so nice to catch up with good friends and it was an added bonus that the girls got a good stretch of time out of the car between our long days of driving. &amp;nbsp;I think that really helped!&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 met a few new friends at my parents. &amp;nbsp;A stray cat that showed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDXrs4knSHA/TkckjXcHeJI/AAAAAAAAB3M/rUYD84jpz5k/s1600/IMG_4156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDXrs4knSHA/TkckjXcHeJI/AAAAAAAAB3M/rUYD84jpz5k/s320/IMG_4156.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We ended up taking her to the pound after she hung around for a few days. &amp;nbsp;She was a sweetheart though so if you need a cat -- drive to Michigan and pick her up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is "Wally". &amp;nbsp;He's a friend of Arthur's (my parent's dog) and although I didn't let the girls around him much just in case, he seemed to be a sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xw3gD9DueNI/TkckpX1AkTI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/g913eBRzm3E/s1600/IMG_4361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xw3gD9DueNI/TkckpX1AkTI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/g913eBRzm3E/s320/IMG_4361.JPG" width="320" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-3985219907475022088?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/3985219907475022088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=3985219907475022088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/3985219907475022088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/3985219907475022088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/08/make-new-friends-but-keep-old.html' title='Make New Friends, But Keep the Old'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ql8QmbfMsHE/TkchSYVj_0I/AAAAAAAAB28/rsgVQJeUV-s/s72-c/IMG_4133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-5002661411774334534</id><published>2011-08-12T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:46:32.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need  A Vacation from My Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Are you ready for picture overload? &amp;nbsp;AND I'm even going to do posts over the next few days because there's so much to share. &amp;nbsp;Sorry.&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 after a 3 day trip up to Michigan we spent about a week and a half with Grandma and Grandpa and Uncle James and Uncle Jeff (my single brothers who were home for a little while). &amp;nbsp;We had a great time and what we did can pretty much be summed up in one word: &amp;nbsp;OUTSIDE!!! &amp;nbsp;While Texas sweltered in record drought-inducing triple digits with no rain in sight, we enjoyed 70s and 80s with nice cool nights and some rain. &amp;nbsp;It was fabulous. &amp;nbsp;We took full advantage and went outside A LOT. &amp;nbsp;My girls are going to go into shock over the next week or so when they realize we're back to being mainly indoors at home . . .&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 what did we do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDhkUul5mB0/TkXBnFQ6LDI/AAAAAAAAB04/Nf55JYsJzgY/s1600/IMG_4141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDhkUul5mB0/TkXBnFQ6LDI/AAAAAAAAB04/Nf55JYsJzgY/s320/IMG_4141.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We cuddled with Uncle James (ok maybe not we, just Abby).&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/--n3xSLq3cdI/TkXBq56DnEI/AAAAAAAAB08/kFqpSpgmOI8/s1600/IMG_4144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--n3xSLq3cdI/TkXBq56DnEI/AAAAAAAAB08/kFqpSpgmOI8/s320/IMG_4144.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We played Barbies (and that one really is we although I only got a picture of Abby -- and Barbie's bum! &amp;nbsp;Sorry people! &amp;nbsp;I try to be G-rated here . . . ).&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/-559Hs3tQoK4/TkXBuhqkpvI/AAAAAAAAB1A/4vDoK60S5Ww/s1600/IMG_4145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-559Hs3tQoK4/TkXBuhqkpvI/AAAAAAAAB1A/4vDoK60S5Ww/s320/IMG_4145.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We enjoyed Grandma's stash of cool things that aren't really toys but should be (and looked good in the process, thanks Grandma for the very cute dress).&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/-QWBFepeK_MY/TkXBy8ITFEI/AAAAAAAAB1E/cy66LmFtqSs/s1600/IMG_4150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QWBFepeK_MY/TkXBy8ITFEI/AAAAAAAAB1E/cy66LmFtqSs/s320/IMG_4150.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We colored the driveway (and ourselves) with chalk several times over (thanks to the rain).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGq-CqARN_o/TkXB3Adn6NI/AAAAAAAAB1I/LJAx5uyPUvU/s1600/IMG_4152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGq-CqARN_o/TkXB3Adn6NI/AAAAAAAAB1I/LJAx5uyPUvU/s320/IMG_4152.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWLtePGwg1Y/TkXB66Ekv-I/AAAAAAAAB1M/23um_xjOqCs/s1600/IMG_4154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWLtePGwg1Y/TkXB66Ekv-I/AAAAAAAAB1M/23um_xjOqCs/s320/IMG_4154.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We dug in the garden and picked vegetables. &amp;nbsp;Megan got really good at picking green beans, Abby was a pro at putting dirt in the bowl, and I excelled at avoiding all garden work at all costs -- after all, James and Grandma need to bond with the girls right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_v4WHuE5BNA/TkXCNv8r2SI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/UNYq8xs0fhY/s1600/IMG_4164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_v4WHuE5BNA/TkXCNv8r2SI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/UNYq8xs0fhY/s320/IMG_4164.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We played at the park -- slides, swings, climbing -- we did it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nm4mlPaE6FA/TkXCSoFg60I/AAAAAAAAB1c/EaYBDyfhp8g/s1600/IMG_4165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nm4mlPaE6FA/TkXCSoFg60I/AAAAAAAAB1c/EaYBDyfhp8g/s320/IMG_4165.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp2e9We1a6U/TkXCi9M_ufI/AAAAAAAAB1o/kC04KlLOWK4/s320/IMG_4174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at the joy on that face. &amp;nbsp;This girl LOVES to swing.&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/-qm8fBVj6sZM/TkXCniJVpaI/AAAAAAAAB1s/u4AxptoeCtw/s1600/IMG_4189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qm8fBVj6sZM/TkXCniJVpaI/AAAAAAAAB1s/u4AxptoeCtw/s320/IMG_4189.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We played in the rain -- it has been a very long time since the girls have played in the rain and they were in absolute heaven. &amp;nbsp;And when the clothes got too wet . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXYLICAJVww/TkXCsv4PqmI/AAAAAAAAB1w/Gt5PdPjiF1o/s1600/IMG_4194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXYLICAJVww/TkXCsv4PqmI/AAAAAAAAB1w/Gt5PdPjiF1o/s320/IMG_4194.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;it was perfect weather to be naked in the rain. &amp;nbsp;My parents live in the middle of nowhere so it was fine. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vlqSlOKfo8/TkXCxL9s6VI/AAAAAAAAB10/VgE9CPQ7z5E/s1600/IMG_4199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vlqSlOKfo8/TkXCxL9s6VI/AAAAAAAAB10/VgE9CPQ7z5E/s320/IMG_4199.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We picked flowers and stuck them behind our ears. &amp;nbsp;Sorry mom about your bushes . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5KkbQ4qb51o/TkXC1L9MK-I/AAAAAAAAB14/LIZ5YComo64/s1600/IMG_4211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5KkbQ4qb51o/TkXC1L9MK-I/AAAAAAAAB14/LIZ5YComo64/s320/IMG_4211.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Dow Gardens again so I won't post too much because we've been there before and I think I did a gazillion pictures then too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tA78g061pIw/TkXC6V8je0I/AAAAAAAAB18/L7qILiCl4FY/s1600/IMG_4218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tA78g061pIw/TkXC6V8je0I/AAAAAAAAB18/L7qILiCl4FY/s320/IMG_4218.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDr0hYZOxLs/TkXDBTNTqwI/AAAAAAAAB2A/rFdzTWkJQJw/s1600/IMG_4230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDr0hYZOxLs/TkXDBTNTqwI/AAAAAAAAB2A/rFdzTWkJQJw/s320/IMG_4230.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But they did have these glass flower sculptures all around the gardens which were really beautiful. &amp;nbsp;And for sale. &amp;nbsp;And way out of my price range.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpCLBcOMYto/TkXDHuQSDXI/AAAAAAAAB2E/KJGdytSAGNk/s1600/IMG_4238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpCLBcOMYto/TkXDHuQSDXI/AAAAAAAAB2E/KJGdytSAGNk/s320/IMG_4238.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgKF2rRHtu4/TkXDONlYJmI/AAAAAAAAB2I/qAyxvKV2Dp4/s1600/IMG_4239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgKF2rRHtu4/TkXDONlYJmI/AAAAAAAAB2I/qAyxvKV2Dp4/s320/IMG_4239.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is a nice picture huh?&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 of course Megan kissed rocks. &amp;nbsp;Lots of rocks. &amp;nbsp;Many times. &amp;nbsp;We came through this area more than once so there was a lot of kissing involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4EnXyg6rko/TkXDU3Bj27I/AAAAAAAAB2M/siczx5Z9VuU/s1600/IMG_4247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4EnXyg6rko/TkXDU3Bj27I/AAAAAAAAB2M/siczx5Z9VuU/s320/IMG_4247.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-RBqOFm_lUno/TkXDbwVe2VI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/cXpcceq0otI/s1600/IMG_4248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBqOFm_lUno/TkXDbwVe2VI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/cXpcceq0otI/s320/IMG_4248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hey, she loves rocks.&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/-iq-hyvkM3G8/TkXDiK1AuRI/AAAAAAAAB2U/fsHyKYdWo1E/s1600/IMG_4253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iq-hyvkM3G8/TkXDiK1AuRI/AAAAAAAAB2U/fsHyKYdWo1E/s320/IMG_4253.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dWqgAA4mdcc/TkXDnPifarI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/nr3z9TxxhV4/s1600/IMG_4258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dWqgAA4mdcc/TkXDnPifarI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/nr3z9TxxhV4/s320/IMG_4258.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We played in the sand and got pretty filthy but I wasn't complaining. &amp;nbsp;Megan's sensory issues slowly get better and better so she can play in the sand all she wants! &amp;nbsp;Abby doesn't have sensory issues, she enjoys being dirty I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw7RYAwUepk/TkXDs2asfdI/AAAAAAAAB2c/pKrBs0m4Hh4/s1600/IMG_4262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw7RYAwUepk/TkXDs2asfdI/AAAAAAAAB2c/pKrBs0m4Hh4/s320/IMG_4262.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-_7CzmogsdFQ/TkXDyL295JI/AAAAAAAAB2g/x9MSkBRTidA/s1600/IMG_4266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7CzmogsdFQ/TkXDyL295JI/AAAAAAAAB2g/x9MSkBRTidA/s320/IMG_4266.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Abby did a lot more walking (mostly after crawling to within 2 feet of what she wanted). &amp;nbsp;She still walks with her hands up which better not be good practice for a future life of crime.&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/-csxOZZ_stxk/TkXD3o00DQI/AAAAAAAAB2k/o6jcEpHDyP0/s1600/IMG_4285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csxOZZ_stxk/TkXD3o00DQI/AAAAAAAAB2k/o6jcEpHDyP0/s320/IMG_4285.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She also tried on Uncle Jame's shoes. &amp;nbsp;She loves shoes. &amp;nbsp;All shoes. &amp;nbsp;She is such a girl.&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/-SY4CAhn4A0o/TkXD8J8fiYI/AAAAAAAAB2o/pPd_8lvYxTI/s1600/IMG_4360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SY4CAhn4A0o/TkXD8J8fiYI/AAAAAAAAB2o/pPd_8lvYxTI/s320/IMG_4360.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course there was cooking involved -- homemade pizza, zucchini bread and zucchini cookies. &amp;nbsp;And mom and I canned relish (ok she did that one by herself), pickled green beans (well, she did that one by herself too actually), and dilly beans (which I actually helped with -- I promise!).&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/-58YilqeVPMc/TkXEBCL3l0I/AAAAAAAAB2s/bIwU2PESr5s/s1600/IMG_4363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58YilqeVPMc/TkXEBCL3l0I/AAAAAAAAB2s/bIwU2PESr5s/s320/IMG_4363.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Abby learned that Uncle Jeff is really good at flying. &amp;nbsp;I'll post video of this in a few days because it's really cute but I've got to download them all first and I am really exhausted because I spent a total of 40 hours in the driver's seat trying to keep two small ones happy. &amp;nbsp;For the most part, they were good. &amp;nbsp;But I did learn some fabulous ways to prevent or put an end to a melt-down . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHokpAw3qtY/TkXEERHF40I/AAAAAAAAB2w/0agbQa1igLg/s1600/IMG_4369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHokpAw3qtY/TkXEERHF40I/AAAAAAAAB2w/0agbQa1igLg/s320/IMG_4369.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of which was the box of tissues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1j7Y9XeRuY/TkXEITKuM4I/AAAAAAAAB20/AUVc_gmRtI0/s1600/IMG_4371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1j7Y9XeRuY/TkXEITKuM4I/AAAAAAAAB20/AUVc_gmRtI0/s320/IMG_4371.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at those things fly! &amp;nbsp;My car was a DISASTER area (I considered applying for federal aid and then remembered that I am a Texan . . . ) but it was totally worth it to entertain Abby. &amp;nbsp;You should have seen the look on her face when I actually GAVE HER a box of tissues instead of taking it away. &amp;nbsp;It was like Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now we're home sweet home and as much as I love visiting my parents, it feels really good to be back. Now if I can just get a few days of peace and quiet before the normal routine starts again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh stop laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-5002661411774334534?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/5002661411774334534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=5002661411774334534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/5002661411774334534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/5002661411774334534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-need-vacation-from-my-vacation.html' title='I Need  A Vacation from My Vacation!'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDhkUul5mB0/TkXBnFQ6LDI/AAAAAAAAB04/Nf55JYsJzgY/s72-c/IMG_4141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-860650170491541299</id><published>2011-08-01T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:00:31.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival of the Fittest (i.e. those with the most snacks)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first stage of our journey &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;is over! &amp;nbsp;And I don't know why my font is this way -- hold on --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ok that's better. &amp;nbsp;The other is pretty but this is probably easier to read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Anyway, Chopper and I have always enjoyed roadtrips and while it's harder with 2 small children in tow, there are still some fun things about traveling cross-country. &amp;nbsp;I love to see different parts of the nation, even if it is from the highway! &amp;nbsp;But I miss having Chopper with me -- you can only laugh so much about funny things with a 3 and 1 year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So a few travel tips:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I-35 is a hole through Oklahoma. &amp;nbsp;Don't plan on using a bathroom unless it's a gas station and don't even both getting out of the car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Kansas is a nice state to drive through top to bottom. &amp;nbsp;There was a great info. center with a lot of pamphlets of different interesting things that I look forward to reading at some point. &amp;nbsp;I've been toying about doing a learning project with Megan about the different states and Kansas had some great ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pipe Cleaners will buy you 10 minutes -- maybe more if your kids are older -- they rescued me when we had an hour to go and Abby just lost it. &amp;nbsp;The pipe cleaners distracted her enough to stop the crying and get mind onto something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Snacks, snacks, snacks and a great drink leash by &lt;a href="http://www.makeit-loveit.com/"&gt;Make it and Love it&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It's under baby items or kids items I think, was super simple to make, and kept the girls fed and watered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We saw the Wanderlodge! &amp;nbsp;A few years back on one of our trips, Chopper and I "drove with" this old Wanderlodge RV that belched black smoke and looked like it would die at any time but managed to meet us at all our major stops (it was weird). On our trip this time I saw the updated version -- still brown, still huge, but no black smoke and it didn't follow us around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We ended up leaving my friend's house and getting in 4 hours before stopping in a hotel for the night. &amp;nbsp;I am soooo glad we did! &amp;nbsp;The last day was the longest and due to traffic and construction we tacked on many hours to our trip. &amp;nbsp;The hotel was ironic -- I managed to get the LAST hotel room available (probably in the area) due to Iowa's &lt;a href="http://www.ragbrai.com/"&gt;RAGBRAI.&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;That stands for The Register's (Des Moines Register newspaper I think) Great Bicycle Ride Across Iowa. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, it's a 7 day bike ride and we just happened to be right in the thick of it. &amp;nbsp;That seems to happen to us a lot -- we NEED a hotel when there aren't any available!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Anyway, we're finally here and having a good time although it's been a lot harder for the girls to adjust this time around. &amp;nbsp;Nights have been hard and Megan has been not so nice. &amp;nbsp;If it doesn't get better we may have to go home early. &amp;nbsp;I hope not. &amp;nbsp;The weather is in the low 80s (as opposed to triple-digits in Texas) and I like spending time with my family.&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/7882030027278964543-860650170491541299?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/860650170491541299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=860650170491541299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/860650170491541299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/860650170491541299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/08/survival-of-fittest-ie-those-with-most.html' title='Survival of the Fittest (i.e. those with the most snacks)'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-2778150022331308707</id><published>2011-07-23T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T13:47:08.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No way!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok I'll get to that part in a minute. &amp;nbsp;Today to celebrate Pioneer Day, our stake had a pie-o-neer celebration (haha) with games and pie eating. &amp;nbsp;It was a lot of fun! &amp;nbsp;We took one of Megan's friends along so that his parents could hold a garage sale with one less thing to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QC4QicycFkY/TisiTpyaDOI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/NkuPxAgQxeM/s1600/IMG_4114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QC4QicycFkY/TisiTpyaDOI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/NkuPxAgQxeM/s320/IMG_4114.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So excited! &amp;nbsp;We had all three kids sitting across the middle seat and the first 10 minutes was fun and games and then it became too much touching and poking and general unhappiness. &amp;nbsp;I'm very glad I don't have to go on a long trip with Megan and Abby right next to each other!&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/-f2lHW58Brhk/TisiP6ZZwHI/AAAAAAAAB0U/5feDkF7ri18/s1600/IMG_4113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2lHW58Brhk/TisiP6ZZwHI/AAAAAAAAB0U/5feDkF7ri18/s320/IMG_4113.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This picture just struck me as funny because it was exactly the same except on the night setting. &amp;nbsp;Apparently, Megan is as white as the moon and that's why she shines so much. &amp;nbsp;That poor girl has inherited my skin . . .&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/-rPt5TRppAHU/TisiWypGVvI/AAAAAAAAB0c/9cz977F7bFo/s1600/IMG_4115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPt5TRppAHU/TisiWypGVvI/AAAAAAAAB0c/9cz977F7bFo/s320/IMG_4115.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yay! &amp;nbsp;Facing forward finally! &amp;nbsp;Abby is much happier.&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/-62VPQhky2Rs/TisibPZbRyI/AAAAAAAAB0g/C5YTF0jt52Y/s1600/IMG_4116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62VPQhky2Rs/TisibPZbRyI/AAAAAAAAB0g/C5YTF0jt52Y/s320/IMG_4116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Zach liked holding Megan's hand which was cute but then when the hugs started, Chopper's daddy antenna started going off.&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/-TiqLlK9qI5c/TisierOoNlI/AAAAAAAAB0k/EdpGYiahhpY/s1600/IMG_4120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiqLlK9qI5c/TisierOoNlI/AAAAAAAAB0k/EdpGYiahhpY/s320/IMG_4120.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There was cotton candy and popcorn and face painting. &amp;nbsp;Megan actually held still for this -- you know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejQD_dJiIO0/TisijM_PRZI/AAAAAAAAB0o/hOTkOLXGpvg/s1600/IMG_4126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejQD_dJiIO0/TisijM_PRZI/AAAAAAAAB0o/hOTkOLXGpvg/s320/IMG_4126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because she got a rainbow and kept telling me, "I'm Rainbow Dash!" &amp;nbsp;She loves My Little Pony right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-Wo3pZABMM/TisinHdPNMI/AAAAAAAAB0s/--QE4A762Ks/s1600/IMG_4127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-Wo3pZABMM/TisinHdPNMI/AAAAAAAAB0s/--QE4A762Ks/s320/IMG_4127.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate pie. &amp;nbsp;Mine didn't win but it sure tasted good. &amp;nbsp;Abby actually only had a few bites and Zach ate whatever he could get his hands on. &amp;nbsp;Yes, we returned him to his parents properly sugared up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VEdn0G6JTrU/TisirlVcwUI/AAAAAAAAB0w/tklnmQoIW0o/s1600/IMG_4128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VEdn0G6JTrU/TisirlVcwUI/AAAAAAAAB0w/tklnmQoIW0o/s320/IMG_4128.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this is the "no way" part. &amp;nbsp;I'm standing in the cultural hall watching the kids play and just seeing who's there from my ward that I know when I see this Elder standing over there . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyZq7H8xVUM/TisivwIdVTI/AAAAAAAAB00/kGT6x4ZCGTA/s1600/IMG_4130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyZq7H8xVUM/TisivwIdVTI/AAAAAAAAB00/kGT6x4ZCGTA/s320/IMG_4130.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I taught this kid as a freshman!!! &amp;nbsp;How old am I???? &amp;nbsp;He was not this tall when I taught him though but generally looks the same. &amp;nbsp;He told his companion I was the teacher who got mad at him for bringing a pillow to class. &amp;nbsp;He's right -- only because he used that pillow to go to sleep in my class! &amp;nbsp;Actually, he was one of my good ones but I was very surprised to see him because first --what are the odds (he's not serving in my ward but is in another ward in my stake) after all the places I've lived to have that happen and the Dallas mission stretches from south of Dallas out to the Louisiana and Oklahoma state lines; and second, my freshmen will probably always be 14 in my eyes so it was just weird to see him as a missionary. &amp;nbsp;And I remembered his full name! &amp;nbsp;He couldn't believe that. &amp;nbsp;He said he's been out about 8 months so he's at least 19, probably 20. &amp;nbsp;Where does the time go? &amp;nbsp;It was fun to talk to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-2778150022331308707?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/2778150022331308707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=2778150022331308707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/2778150022331308707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/2778150022331308707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-way.html' title='No way!!!!'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QC4QicycFkY/TisiTpyaDOI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/NkuPxAgQxeM/s72-c/IMG_4114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-8975948177443254774</id><published>2011-07-21T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T18:17:19.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm A Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Child #2 (that would be Abby) is now taking steps on her own and without bribery! &amp;nbsp;Now cousin Liam can finally stop gloating!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y1gHFYeIUyI?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kUvej5t4la8?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes Grandpa, that is a volcano on her head. &amp;nbsp;But you will be happy to know that we do not go out in public like this, it's just because it's the only way I can keep her hair out of her face and I need her to concentrate on walking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that's not what finally makes me a mom. &amp;nbsp;I love Megan, I really do, but we've had a total change in lifestyle since Abby became mobile that never happened with Megan. &amp;nbsp;Our lives now include the following "modifications":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trash cans have been placed in an unreachable area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toilet lids are closed and bathroom doors are closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I don't want it climbed on, anything that gives Abby an extra INCH of height must be removed -- pillows cannot be on the floor by the coffee table and as of last night the bathroom stool has to leave the bathroom while Megan is in the tub -- Abby fell in (and was fine, I was sitting right there) while trying to reach the bubbles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My purse now goes up high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pantry is in a constant state of disaster from where she's gone in and emptied what she can reach (she likes to sit in boxes), and whined about what she can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toys now migrate to every area of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Need I go on? &amp;nbsp;Yes I know, these are normal baby-toddler behaviors. &amp;nbsp;But they did not occur with Megan. It's a whole new ball game now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news, I've been busy putting things together for a trip and have been experimenting with pie for our Stake Pie-o-neer Day Celebration (haha). &amp;nbsp;The result? &amp;nbsp;A little bit dry apple pie and not the prettiest but kind've good. &amp;nbsp;Next on the list, lemon&amp;nbsp;meringue. &amp;nbsp;Mmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nXTWLRIJ4E/TijAd9BsUyI/AAAAAAAAB0I/-VW1jioZ_XA/s1600/IMG_4081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nXTWLRIJ4E/TijAd9BsUyI/AAAAAAAAB0I/-VW1jioZ_XA/s200/IMG_4081.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Megan really liked painting rocks the other day. &amp;nbsp;Her art skills are getting really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LMgRyOIj5A/TijAZ21IQWI/AAAAAAAAB0E/X8iGZyeUJRM/s1600/IMG_4080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LMgRyOIj5A/TijAZ21IQWI/AAAAAAAAB0E/X8iGZyeUJRM/s320/IMG_4080.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is just a giant dragonfly that was sitting outside our window today (on which the blinds have been raised partway so that Abby doesn't play with them . . .).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGkJeo2nt1A/TijAgs1MaII/AAAAAAAAB0M/Nufan4g5JKw/s1600/IMG_4088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGkJeo2nt1A/TijAgs1MaII/AAAAAAAAB0M/Nufan4g5JKw/s320/IMG_4088.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And another ridiculous volcano shot just for Grandpa because we know how much he loves them. &amp;nbsp;We promise no volcanoes when we come to visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFLf92pkhL8/TijAkqC4YoI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/QjiiV9yhs4I/s1600/IMG_4089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFLf92pkhL8/TijAkqC4YoI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/QjiiV9yhs4I/s320/IMG_4089.JPG" width="240" /&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' 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Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y1gHFYeIUyI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-7797213104860497331</id><published>2011-07-13T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T19:01:11.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Few Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby finally took some steps today! &amp;nbsp;The bribery? &amp;nbsp;Me! &amp;nbsp;I was cruel I guess because she was whining and chasing me down and so I stood her up, started her walking, and then scooted away. &amp;nbsp;She took about 3 steps before falling into my arms. &amp;nbsp;Does that count? &amp;nbsp;We tried again later with M&amp;amp;Ms and got one or two controlled steps out of her. &amp;nbsp;I guess I'm kind've pushing her to walk BEFORE we get to Grandma's house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her vocabulary is getting better as well. &amp;nbsp;Today she crawled to the fridge and said "milk" (well, not quite that clearly). &amp;nbsp;So add that to cracker, dada, ball, and clock and we've got a girl who mostly still whines to get what she wants. &amp;nbsp;But we love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-7797213104860497331?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-220377814874092004</id><published>2011-07-12T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T18:49:01.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Ordinary Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realized it's been over a week since I've posted but we haven't done anything big so I guess just the ordinary update is in order.&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/-K9Ku4Trtkl4/ThzpzD7e6yI/AAAAAAAABzw/5PGVWvR7PUU/s1600/IMG_4052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9Ku4Trtkl4/ThzpzD7e6yI/AAAAAAAABzw/5PGVWvR7PUU/s320/IMG_4052.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We are a cookie loving family! &amp;nbsp;I've had to make them twice in the past week (oh darn) for various reasons and Chopper and the girls have been very happy about that.&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/-qJOWCSZtAyM/Thzp3DF9WfI/AAAAAAAABz0/6J6AsCjJfKA/s1600/IMG_4059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qJOWCSZtAyM/Thzp3DF9WfI/AAAAAAAABz0/6J6AsCjJfKA/s320/IMG_4059.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Those fat cheeks are full of cookie and yet she's still eyeing what Megan has left.&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/-0XFngwVY8SA/Thzp65JmnhI/AAAAAAAABz4/_WoacgbJZFc/s1600/IMG_4060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0XFngwVY8SA/Thzp65JmnhI/AAAAAAAABz4/_WoacgbJZFc/s320/IMG_4060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Megan has hit a really big coloring phase. &amp;nbsp;And look how good she's doing! &amp;nbsp;This morning I thought she slept in, so I took my shower and took my time and while I was getting dressed she finally came in and told me, "Mommy I've been coloring for a while." &amp;nbsp;Hey I'll take it if it means a few more minutes of sleep!&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 been preparing for vacation and since it involves 20 hours up and 20 hours back (just me and the girls -- Chopper is staying home) I've been hitting all my favorite places looking for cheap books and DVD's to entertain the girls on the drive. &amp;nbsp;Today at one of thrift stores I found this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9kD6KUkyN-Y/Thzp-qPmxWI/AAAAAAAABz8/VZnUC17Y4iA/s1600/IMG_4062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9kD6KUkyN-Y/Thzp-qPmxWI/AAAAAAAABz8/VZnUC17Y4iA/s320/IMG_4062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;$34.00 &amp;nbsp;Good deal right? &amp;nbsp;I thought so. &amp;nbsp;But them when the lady rang it up, apparently today was 50% off on all toys and this was labeled as a toy. &amp;nbsp;So, 1 plastic outdoor house for $17.50? &amp;nbsp;Well worth the money -- and then some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEk-wXKx9PQ/ThzqDtOUKgI/AAAAAAAAB0A/ljfdQO0JA0Q/s1600/IMG_4074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEk-wXKx9PQ/ThzqDtOUKgI/AAAAAAAAB0A/ljfdQO0JA0Q/s320/IMG_4074.JPG" width="320" /&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/7882030027278964543-220377814874092004?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/220377814874092004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9Ku4Trtkl4/ThzpzD7e6yI/AAAAAAAABzw/5PGVWvR7PUU/s72-c/IMG_4052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-8183014280442475818</id><published>2011-07-04T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:14:10.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh, the 4th of July! &amp;nbsp;There's no holiday quite like it. &amp;nbsp;I love that it's so relaxed and celebratory. &amp;nbsp;A lot of other holidays have a lot of stress associated with them in the preparation, but not this 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 kept it really low key this year. &amp;nbsp;On Saturday while Chopper was at Scout camp, I took the girls and joined some friends for a parade in their "town". &amp;nbsp;It was about 10 minutes long and maybe a hundred people in attendance -- perfect for the girls (and I liked it to!). &amp;nbsp;There was candy throwing, stuffed animal throwing (you think I'm kidding), free food, fun at the park (Megan actually went down the slide -- GASP), and sweat covering every inch of my body. &amp;nbsp;At 10 a.m. &amp;nbsp;Welcome to Texas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since Chopper had my camera at Scout camp (with extremely strict orders not to let any scouts touch it or let it get eaten by raccoons), Aidan wonderfully sent me these cute pictures she took of the girls. &amp;nbsp;She has a great perspective, I just might have to hire her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZsFmPDUKfA/ThJh-apaM3I/AAAAAAAABzI/YBRAIYjqTJ8/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZsFmPDUKfA/ThJh-apaM3I/AAAAAAAABzI/YBRAIYjqTJ8/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" width="320" /&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/-Iz1A5zJRgZs/ThJh__wjrQI/AAAAAAAABzM/Tmt8yZ1Qj3k/s1600/DSC_0133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz1A5zJRgZs/ThJh__wjrQI/AAAAAAAABzM/Tmt8yZ1Qj3k/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" width="320" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVPb5D3FA2Y/ThJiBV5ydtI/AAAAAAAABzQ/CeQKNNVpUJI/s1600/DSC_0134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVPb5D3FA2Y/ThJiBV5ydtI/AAAAAAAABzQ/CeQKNNVpUJI/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" width="320" /&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/-d6RitmvegSE/ThJiCkm6j4I/AAAAAAAABzU/P4sZdjtyAOM/s1600/DSC_0144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d6RitmvegSE/ThJiCkm6j4I/AAAAAAAABzU/P4sZdjtyAOM/s320/DSC_0144.JPG" width="320" /&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;Today, we started off by going to the pool! &amp;nbsp;Our neighborhood pool has been under construction for several months for a reason I don't really understand but that warranted tearing the entire thing out and starting over. &amp;nbsp;I'm kind've glad now that they did! &amp;nbsp;It's a nice pool with a shallow toddler area and goes 4 feet at the max. &amp;nbsp;Chopper wanted it to be deeper but I like it because it prevents too many jumpers and divers and bigger kids because it's not fun enough for them -- but safer for us. &amp;nbsp;It took a little time for the girls to both get used to the water and the idea but after being there for an hour, they didn't want to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc9DE4nya5I/ThJiFy-mbyI/AAAAAAAABzY/9CWi0uJ0IyY/s1600/IMG_4033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc9DE4nya5I/ThJiFy-mbyI/AAAAAAAABzY/9CWi0uJ0IyY/s320/IMG_4033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, Megan is sitting in a ring, wearing water wings, and carrying a pool noodle. &amp;nbsp;No way this girl is going under water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After lunch and nap, Chopper fired up the grill (of course -- that man is so proud of his grill)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_e4E6eojCk/ThJiSMb3ukI/AAAAAAAABzk/jbBjB0NBjZU/s1600/IMG_4043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_e4E6eojCk/ThJiSMb3ukI/AAAAAAAABzk/jbBjB0NBjZU/s320/IMG_4043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and we had hot dogs, teriyaki kabobs, chips, watermelon "on the rind" (Megan's favorite) and pink, white, and blue cupcakes. &amp;nbsp;Liquid red food coloring just is not red! &amp;nbsp;But they were fun and Megan yelled "Happy Birthday!" when she saw them -- which I think was appropriate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXvbHP30YDE/ThJiNnWwGMI/AAAAAAAABzg/CnKFhMZdiRc/s1600/IMG_4039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXvbHP30YDE/ThJiNnWwGMI/AAAAAAAABzg/CnKFhMZdiRc/s320/IMG_4039.JPG" width="320" /&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/-Zu2GlxeWJKE/ThJiV2c1lXI/AAAAAAAABzo/OYXax7lPQIk/s1600/IMG_4045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu2GlxeWJKE/ThJiV2c1lXI/AAAAAAAABzo/OYXax7lPQIk/s320/IMG_4045.JPG" width="320" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UcbKgciWau4/ThJiZSQi-WI/AAAAAAAABzs/rMTAxg5yXSI/s1600/IMG_4049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UcbKgciWau4/ThJiZSQi-WI/AAAAAAAABzs/rMTAxg5yXSI/s320/IMG_4049.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now to bed for the girls while Chopper fixes running toilets (he has been exercising lately -- haha). &amp;nbsp;No fireworks for us this year. &amp;nbsp;Dark enough isn't until about 10:30 p.m. and our town has a fireworks ban, not to mention the burn ban in effect over 80% of the state (worst drought in 100 years or something) so we'll just have to see the broadcast of . . . wherever they broadcast from! &amp;nbsp;That's ok -- we have lots of years ahead of us for fireworks!&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 as a side note -- these are a few of our favorite things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YCfVKjp_RmM?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan sings ALL THE TIME! &amp;nbsp;She sings during the hymns in church (totally off), makes me repeat songs in the car until she learns them (including &lt;i&gt;Praise to the Man&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;-- I've learned that one well) and makes up songs all over the house. &amp;nbsp;Well, you can only take so much kids music but radio is always iffy and I don't really listen to current stuff anymore so I've been introducing her to musicals. &amp;nbsp;She loves them. &amp;nbsp;But they do take a little time to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1xS-7aE-IuI?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby loves to swing! &amp;nbsp;We need to get a real swing set so that they can both swing, but amazingly, this girl holds on and does it big kid style. &amp;nbsp;And she complains very loudly the entire time Megan swings and when we make her get off. &amp;nbsp;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;The other thing she loves is me. &amp;nbsp;I'm not saying that to brag -- she just wants to be held by me ALL THE TIME! &amp;nbsp;And if I try to hold her any other way, she pulls and scoots until she is on my right hip with one arm at my shoulder and her thumb in her mouth. &amp;nbsp;She is completely a momma's girl!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Do9SDSFBMm8/ThJiJtxb94I/AAAAAAAABzc/TgkvDc0LAZU/s1600/IMG_4035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Do9SDSFBMm8/ThJiJtxb94I/AAAAAAAABzc/TgkvDc0LAZU/s320/IMG_4035.JPG" width="240" /&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/7882030027278964543-8183014280442475818?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/8183014280442475818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoED4UQjkvw/Tg91-NXXT_I/AAAAAAAABzE/3GMipySqkjo/s1600/IMG_3971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoED4UQjkvw/Tg91-NXXT_I/AAAAAAAABzE/3GMipySqkjo/s320/IMG_3971.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok so the picture in the middle doesn't fit AT ALL but I don't have anything holiday appropriate to put there. &amp;nbsp;The subway art on the side came from &lt;a href="http://thecraftingchicks.com/2011/06/4th-of-july-word-artfree-printable.html"&gt;The Crafting Chicks&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;as a free printable and turned out sooo cute. &amp;nbsp;The rest was kind've slapped together from what I had around the house -- including the books, and yes they are all American authors and/or collections!&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 totally bragging here, but why not?&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 next major holiday (for decorating purposes anyway) isn't really until Halloween, I think I'm going to do a family display next. &amp;nbsp;That is if my family members would send me pictures -- AND IF YOU'RE READING THIS AND I DON'T HAVE ONE YET THEN GET CRACKING!!!!!&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 all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-8629156613927527791?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/8629156613927527791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoED4UQjkvw/Tg91-NXXT_I/AAAAAAAABzE/3GMipySqkjo/s72-c/IMG_3971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-358247681840248430</id><published>2011-06-29T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T13:51:31.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Months Old, Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby's 15-month well-baby check today confirmed what we already knew: &amp;nbsp;She's still a teeny-tiny one. &amp;nbsp;I was hoping that she would be big enough to flip forward in her car-seat but it looks like it's going to have to wait another month -- she only weighed in at 18 lbs. 13 oz. &amp;nbsp;Yup. &amp;nbsp;Third percentile. &amp;nbsp;Height? &amp;nbsp;28.5 inches -- Fifth percentile but her head is rather large -- 44.5 cm or Fourteenth percentile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then somehow or other they figure out body mass index. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure why but are you ready for this? &amp;nbsp;Forty-sixth percentile! &amp;nbsp;So we have a little, fluffy girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I've got to bulk her up before we go to Michigan so she can face forward for the 20 hours drive. &amp;nbsp;Doughnuts sound good. &amp;nbsp;Ice cream too. &amp;nbsp;And I know she wouldn't object!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-358247681840248430?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/358247681840248430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-8792266255098525508</id><published>2011-06-26T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T18:40:07.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Standing Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember when Megan finally started walking that there were a few shaky days and then she just took off. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Looks like we're in for more of the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning Abby's sitting in my lap while we read and just stands up! &amp;nbsp;No hands, just straight from sitting to standing. &amp;nbsp;She held it for a few seconds and then was done. &amp;nbsp;After church she started doing it again and got a big kick out of all the attention and applause that came with it. &amp;nbsp;She's now stood up so many times today that she can hold it for almost a minute AND clap. &amp;nbsp;I guess practice does make perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWS1Y9igprM?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWS1Y9igprM?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well of course Megan doesn't want to be left out, particularly where there is praise involved. &amp;nbsp;She got the idea that if she helped Abby with her walking, well then she gets kudos as a great big sister. &amp;nbsp;It hasn't all been fun and games though -- she doesn't understand that when Abby starts to go down, you need to let go. &amp;nbsp;We've had a few wrenched arms and hard landings. &amp;nbsp;But overall, it's working well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5Beg9J8mW4?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5Beg9J8mW4?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking may not be too far away! &amp;nbsp;Good thing too. &amp;nbsp;Apparently their 10 month old cousin is already taking steps. &amp;nbsp;Darn that Liam! &amp;nbsp;We'll love you anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-8792266255098525508?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/8792266255098525508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=8792266255098525508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/8792266255098525508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/8792266255098525508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/06/shes-standing-up.html' title='She&apos;s Standing Up!'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-8597372324248173675</id><published>2011-06-22T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:33:23.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Nose Says . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teaching Abby her sounds is going pretty well and quickly. &amp;nbsp;She also has a few basic words like dadadada (still doesn't know when to stop), cracker, and clock. &amp;nbsp;I'm not kidding, yesterday she pointed at the clock on the wall and said it. &amp;nbsp;Still not walking but it looks like I'm destined to have major talkers for sure. &amp;nbsp;Chopper is really good about teaching them language skills. &amp;nbsp;They're just not always the language skills that will get them far in the workplace or in life. &amp;nbsp;Case in point:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-T5PYlUwyw?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-T5PYlUwyw?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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 we just need to teach her that you don't honk other people's noses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-8597372324248173675?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/feeds/8597372324248173675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7882030027278964543&amp;postID=8597372324248173675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/8597372324248173675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7882030027278964543/posts/default/8597372324248173675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-nose-says.html' title='And the Nose Says . . .'/><author><name>Wonderful Whittacres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01049914088949263739</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/_uWNmRyWu41w/SNBxqGDq35I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OxxFw7xj34g/S220/Megan+%26+Mommy+02.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882030027278964543.post-5087180630350720387</id><published>2011-06-19T15:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T15:28:46.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life would be much simpler if everyone lived in a nudist colony. &amp;nbsp;That doesn't mean I want to because I actually would really hate that, but it would be simpler. &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry, I'm ranting about clothes. &amp;nbsp;I can never seem to find cute clothes that are modest and won't cost me an arm and a leg. &amp;nbsp;After all, I can get the girls cute things for under 10 bucks, what about me? &amp;nbsp;It's particularly bad this time of year though because summer clothes are always sleeveless, too short, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend gave me a gift card to Joann Fabrics and I decided that's it! (Not great idea that's it, more I'm very frustrated that's it). &amp;nbsp;I'm buying a pattern and some material and making myself a skirt! &amp;nbsp;Well. &amp;nbsp;Someone needs to explain to me how sizing works because I measured myself and started to make a size 20 skirt. &amp;nbsp;After getting the sides sewn together I realized that it was way to big. &amp;nbsp;Well than what the heck are the measurements for? &amp;nbsp;I pared it down and improvised in finishing a little bit and came up with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYnEKynMO8A/Tf5oXE8rhwI/AAAAAAAABzA/3t_6TYtascU/s1600/IMG_3958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYnEKynMO8A/Tf5oXE8rhwI/AAAAAAAABzA/3t_6TYtascU/s320/IMG_3958.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lighting is terrible (I'm not sure why) and my carpets really are cleaner than that (but my room is usually not), but you get the gist of it. &amp;nbsp;It turned out really cute although still a little big. &amp;nbsp;One friend at church today even asked me if I bought it at Banana Republic!!! &amp;nbsp;Well, she did after I told her I made it so maybe she was just being super nice, but it felt good nonetheless (is that wrong to feel prideful at church?). &amp;nbsp;So I've decided that if I can just figure out what size I am (we'll see about that) then I'll make more skirts and only be frustrated by looking for shirts. &amp;nbsp;Well that's half a battle won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, Abby is still not walking (almost 15 months now) but she's mimicking and remembering things really well. &amp;nbsp;So we're working on her animal noises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xHchEAZb3-o?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xHchEAZb3-o?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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 Happy Father's Day to everyone! &amp;nbsp;Chopper said to me, thank you for going through all that pain to make me a father. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure if that was a compliment or not. &amp;nbsp;At least, I don't really know if I want to be reminded of all the pain . . . but Happy Father's day anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7882030027278964543-5087180630350720387?l=wonderfulwhittacres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml'
