<?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-15019345</id><updated>2011-12-31T15:59:01.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sar and Dar</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the true story of Sarah and Daren Blomquist. We just want to be like the Franklins.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-4535785097541786845</id><published>2009-08-20T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:34:09.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3jf-E8czI/AAAAAAAACKo/0ak9GbMsq2U/s1600-h/IMG_1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3jf-E8czI/AAAAAAAACKo/0ak9GbMsq2U/s400/IMG_1202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372200068902056754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O-wah (that's what Jilly calls him :) and Jill. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3jfYiIiFI/AAAAAAAACKg/N4H35IlgIms/s1600-h/IMG_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3jfYiIiFI/AAAAAAAACKg/N4H35IlgIms/s400/IMG_1199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372200058823936082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie and Faith in the trailer. Such cool girls listening to the iPod. The only bummer was that they kept complaining that the ear buds were falling out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End of School Bash- 6/6/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kick-off event for the South County Project at Lake Hills Church. We had so much fun, although Annie could definitely fool anyone with those sour looks on her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3jeoNB9rI/AAAAAAAACKY/wn3pTSprJeM/s1600-h/IMG_1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3jeoNB9rI/AAAAAAAACKY/wn3pTSprJeM/s400/IMG_1197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372200045850523314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Chick-fil-A cow came! They provide free chicken sandwiches! Woo hoo! Jilly thought the cow was a dog and kept barking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3jeBB5HkI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Tm5maoFv11w/s1600-h/IMG_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3jeBB5HkI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Tm5maoFv11w/s400/IMG_1195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372200035334823490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie got her face painted! Cute little balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3jdlRG3fI/AAAAAAAACKI/aLThiRWuyZ0/s1600-h/IMG_1192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3jdlRG3fI/AAAAAAAACKI/aLThiRWuyZ0/s400/IMG_1192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372200027882446322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie loved all the bounce houses and things. If you were going by what you see in this picture, you might think that we were forcing Annie to jump against will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Larson Boys come spend the night- 6/9 through 6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Kristen needed someone to watch the boys, so I offered to have Mom bring them out to us and have the boys spend the night. Mom and the boys spent the whole day with us, and then Mom left, and I had the boys and my kids alone the next day. The kids were really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3l3ngO82I/AAAAAAAACLQ/2fBT4oK3u4g/s1600-h/IMG_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3l3ngO82I/AAAAAAAACLQ/2fBT4oK3u4g/s400/IMG_1250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372202674182615906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jilly and Tyler are just the cutest! They're the closest in age of any of the cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3l3N7uh6I/AAAAAAAACLI/lUqSIUZygVw/s1600-h/IMG_1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3l3N7uh6I/AAAAAAAACLI/lUqSIUZygVw/s400/IMG_1248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372202667318609826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating spaghetti for dinner. Yum! We were also watching Benji Off the Leash, which was a truly super lame movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3l2dCWSlI/AAAAAAAACLA/cub3cXTlsJY/s1600-h/IMG_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3l2dCWSlI/AAAAAAAACLA/cub3cXTlsJY/s400/IMG_1220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372202654193044050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jilly and Ty playing in the teepee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3l1l7Yc2I/AAAAAAAACK4/j9SkN-dwVRM/s1600-h/IMG_1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3l1l7Yc2I/AAAAAAAACK4/j9SkN-dwVRM/s400/IMG_1206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372202639399875426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having an in-depth conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3l1DQQyAI/AAAAAAAACKw/AaaRqiXrfEk/s1600-h/IMG_1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3l1DQQyAI/AAAAAAAACKw/AaaRqiXrfEk/s400/IMG_1209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372202630092212226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the boys and Annie and I played a serious game of Candy Land. I was about to win when Andrew quit. Jer and Annie folded quickly after Andrew left. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-4535785097541786845?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4535785097541786845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=4535785097541786845' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4535785097541786845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4535785097541786845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/june-2009.html' title='June 2009'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So3jf-E8czI/AAAAAAAACKo/0ak9GbMsq2U/s72-c/IMG_1202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-7929983186631166085</id><published>2009-05-20T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:49:33.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=111987&amp;amp;id=676384467&amp;amp;l=d833d75a31"&gt;Disney Pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May was Disneyland Month! The girls and I went to Disneyland twice and Disney California Adventure once. So fun! We had to make use of our passes before the summer blackout dates started up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurture Mommy and Kiddo day at Disneyland: May 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun with Joeylynne and her two kiddos, Morgan and her Princess Pie and Heidi and her two kids. Joey, Morgan and Heidi are Disney pros, so we just followed them around :)&lt;br /&gt;Joey and I both got there at opening, and we booked to Tinkerbell, who had NO LINE!!! Well, there were a few people in front of us, but normally the line is at least 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Heidi and Morgan and their kids a little later. I convinced Annie to go on Pirates of the Caribbean. Not smart. She wept the whole time. I could feel her tears dripping on my arm through the entire ride. Oh well. Jilly loved it! We also went on the Jungle Cruise, the Carousel, the Tea Cups and Small World. We spent some time in Toon Town and had a picnic lunch. Such a fun day with friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So28_1tCJuI/AAAAAAAACJY/YgbkeKlY5FU/s1600-h/IMG_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So28_1tCJuI/AAAAAAAACJY/YgbkeKlY5FU/s400/IMG_1127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372157735456614114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meeting Goofy! Annie was shy, but Jilly loved his ears :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So28_Cl0bnI/AAAAAAAACJQ/QkO3LETjmdg/s1600-h/IMG_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So28_Cl0bnI/AAAAAAAACJQ/QkO3LETjmdg/s400/IMG_1113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372157721736146546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meeting Tink! Annie wasn't as impressed with Tinkerbell as she was with the princesses, but she enjoyed meeting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So28-gEfTdI/AAAAAAAACJI/3kn5GIyOr9c/s1600-h/IMG_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So28-gEfTdI/AAAAAAAACJI/3kn5GIyOr9c/s400/IMG_1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372157712469544402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my girlies! Such a fun day at Disney! I felt bad for that unfortunate little girl dressed as Minnie Mouse. She had gigantic gloves also! It seemed to warm up quickly and I thought about her getting hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disney's California Adventure: May 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet some friends at California, but they were sick, so it was my first time at a theme park with both girls... on my own. It was great though. The girls were sogood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2_ocaivbI/AAAAAAAACJw/Vgf3XjkuxW0/s1600-h/IMG_1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2_ocaivbI/AAAAAAAACJw/Vgf3XjkuxW0/s400/IMG_1148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372160632066063794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jilly on the carousel! She's concentrating, but she loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So29BMROFKI/AAAAAAAACJo/EACuLrPGpf0/s1600-h/IMG_1144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So29BMROFKI/AAAAAAAACJo/EACuLrPGpf0/s400/IMG_1144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372157758693840034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three girls on the ferris wheel! Fun, fun! We went on one of the non-swinging ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So29ATW-bkI/AAAAAAAACJg/vvrcvRo_OmE/s1600-h/IMG_1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So29ATW-bkI/AAAAAAAACJg/vvrcvRo_OmE/s400/IMG_1146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372157743417159234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent most of our day in A Bug's Land. Annie and Jill both liked all of the rides over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 1 (so I guess not really May): Disney with the folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad got passes too. It's been so nice to have their help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2_qCjC4aI/AAAAAAAACKA/E47gzUqtc4M/s1600-h/IMG_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2_qCjC4aI/AAAAAAAACKA/E47gzUqtc4M/s400/IMG_1173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372160659482141090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie so wanted to meet Mary Poppins. Then Mary and Burt talked to her with their loud, jolly British voices and Annie got scared and shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2_pUHtSeI/AAAAAAAACJ4/fEBVtJUIg3I/s1600-h/IMG_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2_pUHtSeI/AAAAAAAACJ4/fEBVtJUIg3I/s400/IMG_1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372160647019448802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie and Jill both LOVE Storybook Land! I couldn't remember ever going on it. I'm sure I did at some point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just spent a long morning at Disneyland. Then the girls and I headed home for naps and Mom and Dad headed to their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around the House in May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=113915&amp;amp;id=676384467&amp;amp;l=a13018291b"&gt;May Pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jilly's hair is getting so long! She is so cute to me. Even when she brings out the stool from the bathroom to make her rummaging through the cupboards just a bit easier. She loves to make messes. She loves to unpack bags and purses. She loves to take DVDs, videos and books off of shelves. But she's too cute to get mad at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So27CyqakeI/AAAAAAAACJA/oXdMsEWmfJE/s1600-h/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So27CyqakeI/AAAAAAAACJA/oXdMsEWmfJE/s400/IMG_1105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372155587156677090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What are you doing, Jilly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So27Ca8gVZI/AAAAAAAACI4/Gkr-4b1jvVg/s1600-h/IMG_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So27Ca8gVZI/AAAAAAAACI4/Gkr-4b1jvVg/s400/IMG_1088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372155580790101394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie loves to paint, so we got her this cool easel from Ikea. She loves it, of course! She likes to draw, paint, color, write... whatever.  She's in a very creative stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So27A_S_PyI/AAAAAAAACIg/WCOIDg8TpKs/s1600-h/IMG_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So27A_S_PyI/AAAAAAAACIg/WCOIDg8TpKs/s400/IMG_1056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372155556188340002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie's creations are always peppered with letters. She loves letters! I thought this chalk drawing was pretty impressive. The person that she drew looks so good! And her A is very nice. It just had to be documented at least once. This is the kind of picture she draws all the time. This was done on 5/3/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk to the park several days a week with our friends Lindsay, Faith and Owen. This particular day we invited Christina and her girls to join us! It was a fun day at the park with lots of friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So27By_3p8I/AAAAAAAACIw/SIv6ZCWHJNk/s1600-h/IMG_1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So27By_3p8I/AAAAAAAACIw/SIv6ZCWHJNk/s400/IMG_1073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372155570066794434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faith, Annie and Mae on the bridge at Cherry Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So27BXcGFhI/AAAAAAAACIo/8vorRXxh3Ww/s1600-h/IMG_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So27BXcGFhI/AAAAAAAACIo/8vorRXxh3Ww/s400/IMG_1057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372155562668987922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie and Mae's shoes in the trailer. I pushed Annie and Mae in the bike trailer. Christina pushed Claire and Jilly in the double stroller, and Lindsay wore Owen and pushed Faith in her jogger. According to Linday, we looked like a day care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-7929983186631166085?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7929983186631166085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=7929983186631166085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7929983186631166085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7929983186631166085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/may-2009.html' title='May 2009'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So28_1tCJuI/AAAAAAAACJY/YgbkeKlY5FU/s72-c/IMG_1127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-3152265874806953627</id><published>2009-04-20T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:49:55.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 2009</title><content type='html'>We had lots going on in April! We went to Mammoth, went to some birthday parties, celebrated Easter, and had the Martinez girls out for a visit! So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mammoth: 4/3-4/6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=102378&amp;amp;id=676384467&amp;amp;l=2e49cd7cb4"&gt;Mammoth Pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love springtime at the cabin! We mostly spend cozy days in the cabin, watching movies, reading and playing. We did go out for some snowy walks, and Daren took Annie sledding. It was so nice just to relax! We love being at the cabin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So22QQIXvRI/AAAAAAAACHo/HtGwSVF4SKw/s1600-h/IMG_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So22QQIXvRI/AAAAAAAACHo/HtGwSVF4SKw/s400/IMG_0908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372150320847109394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutie Bean getting ready to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2asoyTcqI/AAAAAAAACHI/6c8Ym-fIrLA/s1600-h/IMG_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2asoyTcqI/AAAAAAAACHI/6c8Ym-fIrLA/s400/IMG_0902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372120022176199330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuddling on the couch in footie pajamas! Nothing cozier than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2ar5wfHcI/AAAAAAAACHA/VMzVpwX_pJw/s1600-h/IMG_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2ar5wfHcI/AAAAAAAACHA/VMzVpwX_pJw/s400/IMG_0899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372120009552108994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out for a snowy walk up by the lakes. It was such a pretty day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So22RHH8DJI/AAAAAAAACHw/a40EtZda-Og/s1600-h/IMG_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So22RHH8DJI/AAAAAAAACHw/a40EtZda-Og/s400/IMG_0946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372150335609244818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie has always been such a little word girl. She taught herself how to write her name at 3 years and four months. This is the first time she wrote it on 4/10/09. She's been practicing the letters in her name for a long time. She started with A, then moved to AI, then AIE. I asked her if she wanted me to teach her N's, and she said, "No, they're too hard. Maybe when I'm four." She figured out N's and then would write ANIE. She finally got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easter: April 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Good Friday service at ROCKharbor and then headed out to Newbury Park to spend the Easter weekend with the family. The weather was gorgeous, and it was great to have some of my Mom's family out for Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Saturday before Easter, Christy planned a Larson family party/picnic at Borchard Park. We had an egg hunt for the kids, washerboard, softball, volleyball, and tons of food! It was so much fun! I hope the tradition continues!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=104075&amp;amp;id=676384467&amp;amp;l=b66e504f39"&gt;Larson Fam Easter Pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2atqgIARI/AAAAAAAACHY/RynF0HsuXPw/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2atqgIARI/AAAAAAAACHY/RynF0HsuXPw/s400/IMG_0953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372120039816691986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the kids getting ready for the egg hunt. I just love little Jilly with her bag! Aunt Christy did such a good job with the cute bags and food and planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party after church at EVFree was a little small as Matt and Kristen and their fam were out in IL, and we were missing several other members of the fam. Grandma, Diane, Grandpa Don, Bobbie and Blake all made it out, and we had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So25TgKmHBI/AAAAAAAACIQ/b06A1zd2_K8/s1600-h/IMG_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So25TgKmHBI/AAAAAAAACIQ/b06A1zd2_K8/s400/IMG_0836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372153675225898002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not a huge fan of this pic, but whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So22Pmi6vFI/AAAAAAAACHg/gaR_JIIA-CE/s1600-h/IMG_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So22Pmi6vFI/AAAAAAAACHg/gaR_JIIA-CE/s400/IMG_0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372150309684165714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls after the egg hunt! The girls didn't have any competition this year, so Annie cleaned up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ducklings! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after Easter we started thinking that we should see some ducklings from Mr. and Mrs. Mallard in Aliso Creek. We saw lots of ducks on our daily walks with Lindsay, Faith and Owen, and finally we spotted some ducklings! A couple weeks later at Lake RSM we found some goslings too! It all feels so "spring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So25TGamX5I/AAAAAAAACII/wM0vzN3lDJ4/s1600-h/Duckies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So25TGamX5I/AAAAAAAACII/wM0vzN3lDJ4/s400/Duckies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372153668313702290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are the duckings with Mrs. Mallard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So22R4D3VWI/AAAAAAAACH4/6sPOOhIL1Og/s1600-h/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So22R4D3VWI/AAAAAAAACH4/6sPOOhIL1Og/s400/IMG_0957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372150348745495906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie and Faith after we went down by the creek to see the duckies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maddie and Fi come to visit: April 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved having Maddie and Fi spend the night! Annie enjoyed her first sleepover very much! It was April, but the weather was unseasonably warm, so the girls filled up the kiddie pool and got all wet (even though Maddie and Fi didn't bring bathing suits!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove all the girls back to Newbury Park after the sleepover. They were so exhausted that all four girls conked out for almost the entire drive.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So25UIQCE4I/AAAAAAAACIY/dIEGmfATbho/s1600-h/IMG_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So25UIQCE4I/AAAAAAAACIY/dIEGmfATbho/s400/IMG_0994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372153685986120578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So22SDaDBXI/AAAAAAAACIA/ulyn8CoYDGw/s1600-h/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So22SDaDBXI/AAAAAAAACIA/ulyn8CoYDGw/s400/IMG_0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372150351791326578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls just before getting completely drenched! So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthday Parties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bria, 4/9 and Faith, 4/24&lt;br /&gt;Annie just loved going to her friends' birthday parties! So much fun!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2as8iW2rI/AAAAAAAACHQ/ay7KHuIGqjI/s1600-h/IMG_0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2as8iW2rI/AAAAAAAACHQ/ay7KHuIGqjI/s400/IMG_0938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372120027478022834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bria had an Easter egg hunt as part of her party. Annie loved doing that! The kids are lined up to go find their eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2arVoeGyI/AAAAAAAACG4/fCl6dH-vLM0/s1600-h/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2arVoeGyI/AAAAAAAACG4/fCl6dH-vLM0/s400/IMG_1034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372119999854811938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faith's birthday party was at a park. After the presents, pinata and cake all the kids posed for some fun pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-3152265874806953627?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3152265874806953627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=3152265874806953627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3152265874806953627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3152265874806953627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/april-2009.html' title='April 2009'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So22QQIXvRI/AAAAAAAACHo/HtGwSVF4SKw/s72-c/IMG_0908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-1171688214033453470</id><published>2009-03-20T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:50:31.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CDaren%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CDaren%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"&gt;&lt;link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CDaren%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:trackmoves/&gt;   &lt;w:trackformatting/&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:donotpromoteqf/&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemeother&gt;EN-US&lt;/w:LidThemeOther&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemeasian&gt;X-NONE&lt;/w:LidThemeAsian&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemecomplexscript&gt;X-NONE&lt;/w:LidThemeComplexScript&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:splitpgbreakandparamark/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertaligncellwithsp/&gt;    &lt;w:dontbreakconstrainedforcedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertalignintxbx/&gt;    &lt;w:word11kerningpairs/&gt;    &lt;w:cachedcolbalance/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;   &lt;m:mathpr&gt;    &lt;m:mathfont val="Cambria Math"&gt;    &lt;m:brkbin val="before"&gt;    &lt;m:brkbinsub val="&amp;#45;-"&gt;    &lt;m:smallfrac val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef/&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:mathPr&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" defunhidewhenused="true" defsemihidden="true" defqformat="false" defpriority="99" latentstylecount="267"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="0" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Normal"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="heading 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 7"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 8"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 9"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 7"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 8"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 9"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="35" qformat="true" name="caption"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="10" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Title"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="1" name="Default Paragraph Font"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="11" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtitle"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="22" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Strong"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="20" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Emphasis"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="59" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Table Grid"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Placeholder Text"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="1" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="No Spacing"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Revision"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="34" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="List Paragraph"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="29" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Quote"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="30" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Quote"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="19" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtle Emphasis"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="21" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Emphasis"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="31" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtle Reference"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="32" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Reference"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="33" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Book Title"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="37" name="Bibliography"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" qformat="true" name="TOC Heading"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Cambria Math"; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1107304683 0 0 159 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:Calibri; 	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-unhide:no; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	margin-top:0in; 	margin-right:0in; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault 	{mso-style-type:export-only; 	mso-default-props:yes; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoPapDefault 	{mso-style-type:export-only; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	line-height:115%;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0in; 	mso-para-margin-right:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;March feels like so long ago!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now that Jilly is walking, Annie is enjoying her so much more! They both love to dress up and they love playing together. Annie is developing her little sense of humor and Jill gets cuter every day! Jill loves toys, and she’s rarely without a baby or a stuffed animal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We took it easy in March and we didn’t do too much more than hang around the house! We did get to go to a hockey game with Daren’s work. We sat in a box, which was fancy, but I remember why I do not like hockey. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2XUWHLCKI/AAAAAAAACGw/rTErYknDLFg/s1600-h/IMG_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2XUWHLCKI/AAAAAAAACGw/rTErYknDLFg/s400/IMG_0837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372116306311710882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jilly and I sitting in our fancy box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2XTsybEBI/AAAAAAAACGo/6bGBeZL7CYk/s1600-h/IMG_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2XTsybEBI/AAAAAAAACGo/6bGBeZL7CYk/s400/IMG_0839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372116295218827282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting to feel bored. We left pretty early from the game. The best part was hanging out with Daren's co-workers and enjoying some yummy nachos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2XTDfQDcI/AAAAAAAACGg/cad56H6M9Zk/s1600-h/IMG_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2XTDfQDcI/AAAAAAAACGg/cad56H6M9Zk/s400/IMG_0880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372116284132560322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fashionista. Yes, those are undies on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2XSDp7pRI/AAAAAAAACGY/SQkaJEV2FcM/s1600-h/IMG_0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2XSDp7pRI/AAAAAAAACGY/SQkaJEV2FcM/s400/IMG_0824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372116266997490962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jilly is such a good eater! I love her! She makes it so easy to feed two girls. She has been able to feed herself for a long time. I'm so proud of my advanced eater :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2XRiTht-I/AAAAAAAACGQ/A5ET9-Npp6s/s1600-h/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2XRiTht-I/AAAAAAAACGQ/A5ET9-Npp6s/s400/IMG_0809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372116258045147106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie and Baby Wes. He doesn't look too happy, but we needed a cousin pic! We love our cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-1171688214033453470?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=97493&amp;id=676384467&amp;l=05a09514b6' title='March 2009'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1171688214033453470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=1171688214033453470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1171688214033453470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1171688214033453470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/march-2009.html' title='March 2009'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2XUWHLCKI/AAAAAAAACGw/rTErYknDLFg/s72-c/IMG_0837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-3230359255077173666</id><published>2009-02-21T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:50:50.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 09</title><content type='html'>If you click on the title, it will take you to more Feb pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Nephew!&lt;br /&gt;Wesley Joseph Larson was born February 17,2009&lt;br /&gt;What a cutie!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2TbghLAWI/AAAAAAAACGI/a8_ndwhOCzY/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2TbghLAWI/AAAAAAAACGI/a8_ndwhOCzY/s400/IMG_0801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372112031317688674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Barbara Zoo for Andrew's Birthday:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2RDxhGiII/AAAAAAAACGA/j__wMj2hIgo/s1600-h/IMG_0748+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2RDxhGiII/AAAAAAAACGA/j__wMj2hIgo/s400/IMG_0748+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372109424540682370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I just used my blog to help in my scrapbooking, and I am shocked and appalled that I have done nothing since February!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do a little catching up... I hope. Okay, so back in FEBRUARY we went to the Santa Barbara Zoo for Andrew's 6th birthday. I can't believe what a big boy he is! Grandma so kindly payed for us all to go, and Auntie Kristen brought lots of goodies like animal crackers, string cheese and juice boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2RDRtkSnI/AAAAAAAACF4/av_S1d1zQlY/s1600-h/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2RDRtkSnI/AAAAAAAACF4/av_S1d1zQlY/s400/IMG_0725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372109416003029618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got lots of cute cuzzie pics. Tyler is about 20 months old and Jilly is about 14 months. They loved being together, and they thoroughly enjoyed toddling around the zoo. Jill started walking in the beginning of her 14th month, and she's loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2RCo7HQwI/AAAAAAAACFw/pCe4Tv8E_FU/s1600-h/IMG_0741+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2RCo7HQwI/AAAAAAAACFw/pCe4Tv8E_FU/s400/IMG_0741+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372109405053993730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute, cute, cute!!! I just love my Bean! I love the cousins and how much they love each other. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet recital at the Martinezes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Se5T1brlGqI/AAAAAAAACFo/knjof1Bstzw/s1600-h/IMG_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327287586654591650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Se5T1brlGqI/AAAAAAAACFo/knjof1Bstzw/s400/IMG_0795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Se5T1LG_PFI/AAAAAAAACFg/y64enZtSv9s/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327287582206147666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Se5T1LG_PFI/AAAAAAAACFg/y64enZtSv9s/s400/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Se5T08XVlGI/AAAAAAAACFY/WM5ldaloFw0/s1600-h/IMG_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327287578248189026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Se5T08XVlGI/AAAAAAAACFY/WM5ldaloFw0/s400/IMG_0797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;February 2009 seems like awhile ago already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple big things happened in February: first, we got a new nephew! My brother Joe and sister-in-law Heather had baby Wesley Joseph Larson on February 19, 2009. We went to Newbury Park for the weekend after that, but we just got a liiiiiiittle peek at Wes. Daren, Annie and I went over to Joe and Heather's for bit, but they had some other visitors, so we didn't stay too long. It was nice to see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That same weekend (Feb 20-22), we FINALLY got to meet baby Charlie Martinez. We enjoyed an impromptu pizza party with the Martinezes and the Reimers. Annie and Jill had such a blast with their friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-3230359255077173666?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=88421&amp;id=676384467&amp;l=58abe3b4a9' title='February 09'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3230359255077173666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=3230359255077173666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3230359255077173666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3230359255077173666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/february-09.html' title='February 09'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/So2TbghLAWI/AAAAAAAACGI/a8_ndwhOCzY/s72-c/IMG_0801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-3558092280860089724</id><published>2009-01-26T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:25:12.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlie Update</title><content type='html'>So, it's been awhile since I've blogged (I know I say this all the time now :). The girls are doing great, and I thought I'd give an update on them. Annie is three, and she is the funniest kid to us. She says such crazy things. She's very into being pretty. She loves to wear "lip stuff" (chap stick), and LOVES to play dress up. She likes to wear dresses and skirts, and that's what she chooses for her outfits when I ask. She's also very into getting big. She loves to say, "just look at how long my legs are getting!" and "I'm getting pretty big."&lt;br /&gt;We love to hear Annie's songs that she makes up because they're just stream-of-consciousness ramblings set to music. She loves to add "Praise the Lord!" to lots of her songs, but most of the time they're just about whatever she's thinking of and whatever big new words she wants to try out. I really need to write down some of the lines that just crack us up, but here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;"And she will say, it's an emer-gen-cy!"&lt;br /&gt;"And Mommy's getting so biiii-iiig! And she's so beautiful!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Annie's favorite things right now is playing hide and seek, especially with Daren. She's totally got the hang of it. She counts to 10, while Daren hides, and then when she finds him, they switch turns. She's a pretty good hider, except that she likes to reuse spots where Daren and I just hid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really likes TV and movies and would probably watch them all day if we let her. She gets to watch two shows a day, "Super Why" and "Word World" at 5 and 5:30. We usually miss half of Super Why, but she knows that she gets to watch shows while we wait for Daddy to get home, and as soon as Daddy gets home, the TV goes off. She only gets to watch movies on vacation, but in Hawaii she got to watch Cinderella every day during her rest time (that's what she chose every day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie is turning into such a big girl. She likes to color, play with play-doh, play with little toys, read, etc. She loves to be read to, and can repeat the stories almost word for word. She's not a big fan of Daren and me doing "voices" in the stories. If we make any character sound weird, she says, "No! Just say it nermal!" Daren tries to read the peddler in Caps for Sale with a Russian accent, but Annie does not appreciate the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie loves to give hugs and kisses and tell us that she loves us so much. I love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295740157006034450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SX4_nWEdthI/AAAAAAAACE0/JNVYA1joimA/s400/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Annie in an outfit she chose and put on all by herself. I was pretty impressed that she got the tights and shoes on. The tights are even smooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SX4_nlh13wI/AAAAAAAACE8/6H9KD9-yedE/s1600-h/IMG_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295740161155784450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SX4_nlh13wI/AAAAAAAACE8/6H9KD9-yedE/s400/IMG_0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jilly is such a sweet little kid! She gives great hugs, and she is so funny with her little dances and expressions. She's definitely become more difficult as she's gotten older. She was such an easy baby, and she's still a great sleeper and eater, but she is so wiggly and squirmy and particular about what she wants. I'm well aware of this after two five-hour flights. I wonder if my mother-in-law ever flew to Africa with a one-year-old? They are tough! Annie's easy now because she will entertain herself, but Jill was not happy being contained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill loves to have what Annie has. She likes getting lip stuff when Annie does, she likes getting sips from Annie's juice box, and she wants to play with whatever Annie has. They like to play together, which is very sweet, but they also like to fight. Not so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill still has only four teeth and is still not walking. She will take up to eight steps, but she still prefers crawling. She can walk. She just... doesn't. She loves to climb, and she tries so hard to communicate. She says some words, like apple, poopy, mama, up, and a few others. There are lots of words that she says that just sound like buh or duh, but I know what they are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SX4_nDYh3kI/AAAAAAAACEs/jWFABsLzKPI/s1600-h/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295740151989919298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SX4_nDYh3kI/AAAAAAAACEs/jWFABsLzKPI/s400/IMG_0634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie stumbled across some of Mommy's lip stuff. I heard her coming down the stairs saying, "Mommy! I'm so pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SX4-e-kMDVI/AAAAAAAACEk/1dd5wi44QPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295738913746062674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SX4-e-kMDVI/AAAAAAAACEk/1dd5wi44QPQ/s400/IMG_0733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie loves to dress up everyday in the Cinderella dress that Alissa gave her or the princess dress that Grandma made for her. She also wants Jill to play dress up, too. She will ask, "Jill, do you want to play dress up? Do you want to wear a skirt?" When Jill nods, Annie will say, "She does! She said yes she does!" So, we get Jilly's little pink skirt from the Johnsons or one of the little ribbon skirts that Annie got from some a family gift exchange and put it on. She loves to dance or pat her skirt, grin, and mumble with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SX4-eRnmnyI/AAAAAAAACEc/gp4MOGhQFW4/s1600-h/IMG_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295738901680791330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SX4-eRnmnyI/AAAAAAAACEc/gp4MOGhQFW4/s400/IMG_0732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill is working the one shoe look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SX4-eHGNHXI/AAAAAAAACEU/lf6wS91raIg/s1600-h/IMG_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295738898856353138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SX4-eHGNHXI/AAAAAAAACEU/lf6wS91raIg/s400/IMG_0734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is taking some steps. I think she took about six, and then went down to crawl. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-3558092280860089724?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3558092280860089724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=3558092280860089724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3558092280860089724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3558092280860089724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/girlie-update.html' title='Girlie Update'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SX4_nWEdthI/AAAAAAAACE0/JNVYA1joimA/s72-c/IMG_0654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-5635992764165251198</id><published>2008-12-15T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:31:57.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Finally Made It!</title><content type='html'>Every year Sylvia has invited us to her wine and cheese party, and we've never been able to go. This year, we finally made it! The attire was Christmas pajamas, and we were to bring a bottle of wine (or fancy sparkling beverage), yummy cheese to go with it, and a white elephant gift. We brought Italian soda (we're not winos), and we brought a few different goat cheeses. We got our Christmas pjs at Walmart on clearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUbvODXuypI/AAAAAAAACCo/_nB9igLAt2s/s1600-h/IMG_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280170637840534162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUbvODXuypI/AAAAAAAACCo/_nB9igLAt2s/s400/IMG_0481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was so fun to hang out with so many of our friends and not have any kiddos distracting us! These are the girls who attended, oh and Dewey and Kev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUbvNktkpvI/AAAAAAAACCg/krukaDMCZ14/s1600-h/IMG_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280170629610645234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUbvNktkpvI/AAAAAAAACCg/krukaDMCZ14/s400/IMG_0479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the boys. I had to go running after the Johnsons to make sure we got a picture of everyone. They tried to sneak out early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUbvNaC5BdI/AAAAAAAACCY/a7bUMi_QfUE/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280170626747270610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUbvNaC5BdI/AAAAAAAACCY/a7bUMi_QfUE/s400/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren and me. We had such a fun time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more pics, click on the title of the blog post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-5635992764165251198?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=75772&amp;l=de60d&amp;id=676384467' title='We Finally Made It!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5635992764165251198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=5635992764165251198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5635992764165251198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5635992764165251198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-finally-made-it.html' title='We Finally Made It!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUbvODXuypI/AAAAAAAACCo/_nB9igLAt2s/s72-c/IMG_0481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-6520400599854940885</id><published>2008-12-15T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:49:25.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie's 3rd Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>We tried to throw Annie her first birthday party with friends in Orange County, but not ONE of her Orange County friends could come. It was kind of depressing. We decided to cancel that party (instead of having a few people from Ventura County drive out to us) and have a party out in Newbury Park. It was so nice! Annie loved having some friends over to decorate cookies and celebrate with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUbn-7K3PwI/AAAAAAAACCQ/eZ_R2ms8_k4/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280162681359646466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUbn-7K3PwI/AAAAAAAACCQ/eZ_R2ms8_k4/s400/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie's special present was a princess dress that Grandma made for her. Annie loves it and calls it her prettiest dress. Mom said it wasn't too hard and she got a great deal on the Disney Princess pattern (a $15 pattern for $1.99!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUbn9DIFFsI/AAAAAAAACCI/oIe2nll_UMU/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280162649135716034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUbn9DIFFsI/AAAAAAAACCI/oIe2nll_UMU/s400/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie's party was a cookie and cupcake decorating party. This is Annie's cupcake that she decorated and I snagged to put candles in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUbn8hWL67I/AAAAAAAACCA/udb-afXyFd8/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280162640068078514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUbn8hWL67I/AAAAAAAACCA/udb-afXyFd8/s400/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of the kids decorating cookies. Thanks so much for coming and celebrating Annie's birthday, Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-6520400599854940885?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6520400599854940885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=6520400599854940885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6520400599854940885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6520400599854940885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/annies-3rd-birthday-party.html' title='Annie&apos;s 3rd Birthday Party'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUbn-7K3PwI/AAAAAAAACCQ/eZ_R2ms8_k4/s72-c/IMG_0457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-8109061499383180459</id><published>2008-12-15T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:11:47.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Ball</title><content type='html'>We went to a Christmas party with Daren's company on Friday night. It was fun and fancy! We wanted Annie to be excited about going, so we called it a Christmas ball. She was very excited as she got to wear a pretty dress and she knew that Santa would be there! She doesn't really know who Santa is, but she was excited anyway. I'm disappointed that we didn't get any family pictures. We got there late to avoid the cocktail hour- last year it was over an hour of standing around, holding all my stuff and Jill. We got there late. and once the party was underway it was a little loud and overwhelming. We talked to Santa, got our gift cards, ate dinner, and Daren and Annie danced a little. Annie got super overwhelmed with the LOUD music, and sat in my lap and fell asleep (she NEVER does that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaZbrz0c8I/AAAAAAAACB4/S3CRIDX_19E/s1600-h/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280076314034074562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaZbrz0c8I/AAAAAAAACB4/S3CRIDX_19E/s400/IMG_0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill and me at dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaXrepGRhI/AAAAAAAACBw/0I87RkE_OCg/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280074386354095634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaXrepGRhI/AAAAAAAACBw/0I87RkE_OCg/s400/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Jill were champs with Santa! No crying at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaXrKVRNkI/AAAAAAAACBo/Tq66law14bs/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280074380902217282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaXrKVRNkI/AAAAAAAACBo/Tq66law14bs/s400/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie is nervous but SO excited to see Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaXqISUByI/AAAAAAAACBg/CcwrhR47ryk/s1600-h/IMG_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280074363173078818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaXqISUByI/AAAAAAAACBg/CcwrhR47ryk/s400/IMG_0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nervous nose picking. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-8109061499383180459?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8109061499383180459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=8109061499383180459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8109061499383180459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8109061499383180459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-ball.html' title='The Christmas Ball'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaZbrz0c8I/AAAAAAAACB4/S3CRIDX_19E/s72-c/IMG_0406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-5787805427480273374</id><published>2008-12-15T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:31:10.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Fun in December</title><content type='html'>The girls and I went to Irvine Regional Park last week. The intention was to go on the Christmas train that brings you to Santa and lots of fun activities. However, the Christmas train only runs after 5pm. Oh well! We walked over to the zoo (it's inside the park) and had a great time seeing the animals and then having our picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaIV0ZFasI/AAAAAAAACBY/cqBAJvi08wI/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280057521560971970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaIV0ZFasI/AAAAAAAACBY/cqBAJvi08wI/s400/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One our way to the zoo we stopped at a cool looking tree to take some pics with our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaIVm0GRpI/AAAAAAAACBQ/aGZp9CieZmg/s1600-h/IMG_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280057517916178066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaIVm0GRpI/AAAAAAAACBQ/aGZp9CieZmg/s400/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mae and Annie checking out one of the peacocks that roam around the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaIVBR5LbI/AAAAAAAACBI/Zf9QshCZ-DE/s1600-h/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280057507840601522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaIVBR5LbI/AAAAAAAACBI/Zf9QshCZ-DE/s400/IMG_0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie looking at the big bear in the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaGiM_pkpI/AAAAAAAACBA/5-SrSYxS7TU/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280055535300350610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaGiM_pkpI/AAAAAAAACBA/5-SrSYxS7TU/s200/IMG_0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaGh8HfhqI/AAAAAAAACA4/H2kOf0z0HIg/s1600-h/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280055530769843874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaGh8HfhqI/AAAAAAAACA4/H2kOf0z0HIg/s200/IMG_0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mae led the way with the map. The zoo was fun and totally worth the $2! The beaver was awesome. It was huge, and we loved watching it build the dam. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaFv7dp0TI/AAAAAAAACAw/-0f1H3potBU/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280054671600898354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaFv7dp0TI/AAAAAAAACAw/-0f1H3potBU/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls enjoying our picnic. Christina brough yummy sugar cookies. Annie was totally appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaFvtEIkrI/AAAAAAAACAo/kF1OukvDi0k/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280054667735765682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaFvtEIkrI/AAAAAAAACAo/kF1OukvDi0k/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaFvRBvPcI/AAAAAAAACAg/jDDxU8omVDo/s1600-h/IMG_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280054660209524162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaFvRBvPcI/AAAAAAAACAg/jDDxU8omVDo/s320/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The big girls are pretending to be reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaE5S_d9HI/AAAAAAAACAY/Psy22AjLv4k/s1600-h/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280053733023937650" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaE5S_d9HI/AAAAAAAACAY/Psy22AjLv4k/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaE5In_ybI/AAAAAAAACAQ/QwuthUlcX8U/s1600-h/IMG_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280053730241137074" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaE5In_ybI/AAAAAAAACAQ/QwuthUlcX8U/s320/IMG_0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie, Bria and Cassidy got all dressed up in Annie's dresses and had a lovely tea party with Annie's new tea set from Oma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaESHKUbBI/AAAAAAAACAI/3FAIlZXinSg/s1600-h/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280053059833326610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaESHKUbBI/AAAAAAAACAI/3FAIlZXinSg/s400/IMG_0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All dolled up! So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaER1wOCdI/AAAAAAAACAA/fMFP4nAVD_4/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280053055160453586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaER1wOCdI/AAAAAAAACAA/fMFP4nAVD_4/s400/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill is reading Curious George by the Christmas tree. I got that little chair for Annie when she was Jill's age because she was obsessed with climbing into chairs. Jill loves the chair just as much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaERi7ZjMI/AAAAAAAAB_4/IjxdizQsMJA/s1600-h/IMG_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280053050107071682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaERi7ZjMI/AAAAAAAAB_4/IjxdizQsMJA/s400/IMG_0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-5787805427480273374?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5787805427480273374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=5787805427480273374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5787805427480273374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5787805427480273374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/friends-and-fun-in-december.html' title='Friends and Fun in December'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SUaIV0ZFasI/AAAAAAAACBY/cqBAJvi08wI/s72-c/IMG_0366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-6395322289153928306</id><published>2008-12-09T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:05:26.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Things</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Amy, one of my oldest friends. Here are my Eight Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV shows I love to watch&lt;br /&gt;We don't have cable anymore, but this is what I'd watch if we had it. Well, I can watch a lot of these shows with the antenna.&lt;br /&gt;1. Survivor&lt;br /&gt;2. Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;3. The Office&lt;br /&gt;4. 30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;5. What Not to Wear&lt;br /&gt;6. Project Runway&lt;br /&gt;7. So You Think You Can Dance&lt;br /&gt;8. The Unit (on DVD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Restaurants&lt;br /&gt;We don't go out too much, and when we do, we're often looking for kid-friendly places. That being said, here is our pathetic list :)&lt;br /&gt;1. Chipotle&lt;br /&gt;2. Lawry's&lt;br /&gt;3. Bagels and Brew&lt;br /&gt;4. Red Robin&lt;br /&gt;5. In-N-Out&lt;br /&gt;6. Giordano's (in IL, of course)&lt;br /&gt;7. Corner Bakery&lt;br /&gt;8. Sonny's Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things that Happened Today&lt;br /&gt;1. Met Nicole and Hudson at the park&lt;br /&gt;2. Had some coffee&lt;br /&gt;3. Baked some gingerbread cookies&lt;br /&gt;4. Checked Facebook&lt;br /&gt;5. Updated the blog&lt;br /&gt;6. Roombaed Jilly's room&lt;br /&gt;7. Chatted with Steph&lt;br /&gt;8. Tried to clean the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Look Forward To&lt;br /&gt;1. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;2. My mom coming out to visit&lt;br /&gt;3. Hawaii in January&lt;br /&gt;4. Naptime... everyday&lt;br /&gt;5. Conversations with adults&lt;br /&gt;6. The weekend&lt;br /&gt;7. My next scrapbooking trip with Steph&lt;br /&gt;8. Nurture starting back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things On My Wish List&lt;br /&gt;1. A weekend away with Daren&lt;br /&gt;2. Visiting Scott (bro-in-law) in Peru&lt;br /&gt;3. A deck in our backyard&lt;br /&gt;4. A thriving vegetable garden&lt;br /&gt;5. Shopping spree (I'll copy Ami's)&lt;br /&gt;6. A maid (and... this one too)&lt;br /&gt;7. A cheap baby-sitter&lt;br /&gt;8. New bathrooms and kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People I Have Tagged, please feel no obligation.&lt;br /&gt;1. Steph&lt;br /&gt;2. Mary&lt;br /&gt;3. Katie&lt;br /&gt;4. Carrie&lt;br /&gt;5. Adam&lt;br /&gt;6. Kirsten&lt;br /&gt;7. Emily&lt;br /&gt;8. Rick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-6395322289153928306?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6395322289153928306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=6395322289153928306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6395322289153928306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6395322289153928306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/eight-things.html' title='Eight Things'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-3699585941268289774</id><published>2008-12-09T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:31:03.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in Iowa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST75Qk3puKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/HcOyJIUiobU/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277929876495120546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST75Qk3puKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/HcOyJIUiobU/s400/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we have with many Thanksgivings, we went to the farm to visit Daren's family this year. Daren took some extra days off, and we spent nearly a week in Iowa. It was so nice to spend time with the fam, introduce many of them to Jill, and relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I checked weather.com before leaving and the forecast was a week of 40 degree, sunny weather. We ended up having 30 degree, snowy weather. I was completely unprepared as the only shoes I brought were my running shoes with holes in the toes and ballet flats. Not great snow shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I plowed through a book, enjoyed watching other people read to and love my kids, and ate food that I did not prepare. How wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST71QEs4K7I/AAAAAAAAB_o/dKx2cMbUj4s/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277925469813484466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST71QEs4K7I/AAAAAAAAB_o/dKx2cMbUj4s/s400/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie got LOTS of stories read to her. Aunt Leanna brought a box of toys and old books, which were great since Oma and Georgie had a full car, and we had limited space in our suitcases. Annie loved Three Billy Goats Gruff and many other stories. After her little birthday party she enjoyed her new books, including Caps for Sale, and a couple Curious George and Clifford books. Very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST71Ph4vrnI/AAAAAAAAB_g/2ghnQ5v9h-4/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277925460468018802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST71Ph4vrnI/AAAAAAAAB_g/2ghnQ5v9h-4/s400/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST71O7zcaWI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/cOPajQbJHt8/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277925450245237090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST71O7zcaWI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/cOPajQbJHt8/s400/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Georgie took Annie on the tractor. It was pretty cold, and the snow stopped the harvesting, so Annie got to go for a spin in the tractor and sit in the combine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST70QnC-A7I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/s-2nR-uM4G0/s1600-h/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277924379521319858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST70QnC-A7I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/s-2nR-uM4G0/s400/IMG_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the combine with Daddy. The snow/sleet is coming down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST70QCd3ALI/AAAAAAAAB_I/D9YLaKt5im8/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277924369701994674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST70QCd3ALI/AAAAAAAAB_I/D9YLaKt5im8/s400/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My feet were absolutely freezing in my holey running shoes. But... the super cold weather made hot chocolate taste really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST70PzTG8eI/AAAAAAAAB_A/mD9g2Jxfkfo/s1600-h/IMG_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277924365630370274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST70PzTG8eI/AAAAAAAAB_A/mD9g2Jxfkfo/s400/IMG_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three little cuties. Jill, Annie and Ali. Aunt Leanna bought the girls these cute little sweat suits. Ali is Daren's cousin Jeff's little sweetie. We loved getting to know her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST7u1X-5wWI/AAAAAAAAB-4/GbZybshjhbk/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277918414063124834" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST7u1X-5wWI/AAAAAAAAB-4/GbZybshjhbk/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST7u0nPdluI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Q8OfkqBb_8E/s1600-h/IMG_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277918400979244770" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST7u0nPdluI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Q8OfkqBb_8E/s320/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night at Grandma Jessie's house means pancakes and sausage! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST7u0bkynbI/AAAAAAAAB-o/cg-lTEtKZPE/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277918397847477682" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST7u0bkynbI/AAAAAAAAB-o/cg-lTEtKZPE/s320/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST7pFukbJPI/AAAAAAAAB-g/dhLRe4O86As/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277912097934222578" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST7pFukbJPI/AAAAAAAAB-g/dhLRe4O86As/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST7pFDy-rlI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/GU26-sDqUWA/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277912086452547154" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST7pFDy-rlI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/GU26-sDqUWA/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oma and Georgie getting the girls ready for bed. Jill's having a bottle because she was having some trouble sleeping, and we hoped this would calm her down and keep her full. I think it helped a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST7pE7j3g8I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/9MSVb1Vfx70/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277912084241679298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST7pE7j3g8I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/9MSVb1Vfx70/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie's birthday party! We were so excited that cousins Andrew, Jer and Tyler could come out and celebrate Annie's birthday on the farm! The endured some snowy, slushy weather to join us, and we appreciated them coming so much! They also got their Christmas presents a little early, so that was fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that Jer is kind of trying to blow out the candles without really looking like he is. Kristen told them not to blow out Annie's candles. I'm sure it took a lot of restraint as Annie tediously blew out each individual candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6v6OoBooI/AAAAAAAAB-I/1FN9S0EYtYU/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277849228218049154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6v6OoBooI/AAAAAAAAB-I/1FN9S0EYtYU/s400/IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a big Thanksgiving-style lunch, we went out to play in the snow. It was a little slushy... perfect snowball weather! Tyler cracked me up waddling around in this little get-up. I guess it's better than my own baby brother slipping and sliding around in the snow with baggies over his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6v548snjI/AAAAAAAAB-A/F4AI7-qSTwg/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277849222399172146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6v548snjI/AAAAAAAAB-A/F4AI7-qSTwg/s400/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie and Jer trying out the sled. Jer was not too happy about having Annie on his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6v5DiOQLI/AAAAAAAAB94/MJAwTk-98P8/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277849208061051058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6v5DiOQLI/AAAAAAAAB94/MJAwTk-98P8/s400/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren gave Andrew a push down the hill, but he still didn't have too much success. The sledding was better the next day when it was a bit colder and dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6u6ag-uqI/AAAAAAAAB9w/jDQ7HGjIdqg/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277848131898096290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6u6ag-uqI/AAAAAAAAB9w/jDQ7HGjIdqg/s400/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren and Annie went to visit Uncle Francis to see the baby pigs. The're so cute when they're just little babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6u5pkXZSI/AAAAAAAAB9o/V2zI0SgSiDY/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277848118758958370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6u5pkXZSI/AAAAAAAAB9o/V2zI0SgSiDY/s400/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie really liked holding the babies. She wanted to know all of the pigs' names. Francis told her that she could name them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6u5SdiaiI/AAAAAAAAB9g/OPp-RFm23Z4/s1600-h/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277848112556304930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6u5SdiaiI/AAAAAAAAB9g/OPp-RFm23Z4/s400/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill and Joanna. Jill practically fell asleep in Joanna's arms upon first meeting her. This particular evening she favored Uncle Lloyd, who fed her Aunt Sue's yummy noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6psV7-GgI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/OT3nxtEDp9U/s1600-h/IMG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277842392592816642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6psV7-GgI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/OT3nxtEDp9U/s400/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Francis embellishing the Berenstain Bears story for Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6psHdPyUI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/sg5Itjjtyak/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277842388705855810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6psHdPyUI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/sg5Itjjtyak/s400/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The third attempt at a family photo around the stove. Georgie! What are you doing eating while we're trying to take a family photo? He looks surprised, like we tricked him into getting his picture taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6prvgtW7I/AAAAAAAAB9I/bLQGQTh1pVk/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277842382277925810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6prvgtW7I/AAAAAAAAB9I/bLQGQTh1pVk/s400/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute little Bean! She loved meeting the Iowans and spending lots of time with Oma and Georgie. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-3699585941268289774?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3699585941268289774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=3699585941268289774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3699585941268289774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3699585941268289774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-in-iowa.html' title='Thanksgiving in Iowa'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST75Qk3puKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/HcOyJIUiobU/s72-c/IMG_0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-1722749101797144333</id><published>2008-12-09T08:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:05:47.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland!</title><content type='html'>We wanted to go to Disneyland before Annie turned three so that she would be free but old enough to enjoy it. It was a great time to go! Annie LOVED it, and Jill was riveted by all of the rides. Many of the rides didn't have any height requirement, so we could bring Jill on lots of rides. That was so nice. I was anticipating someone waiting with her on every ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was both girls' first trip to Disneyland. We went the day before the official opening of all of the Christmas stuff. The nice thing was that all of the Christmas stuff (including It's a Small World) was open! It was so fun! My parents joined us, and the six of us had an amazing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277831833442348082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6gFuCUbDI/AAAAAAAAB84/V8qmk7f7yZU/s400/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bloms in front of the gigantic Christmas tree. Yes, that is my new rock star husband next to me with his Stray Bans from Ensenada and his ripped jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6gGJQnMNI/AAAAAAAAB9A/yqM4Td4Tnv8/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277831840750055634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6gGJQnMNI/AAAAAAAAB9A/yqM4Td4Tnv8/s400/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad, Mom and Annie on Main Street, ready to head into the park for a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6ez7BGaxI/AAAAAAAAB8w/3kc0ukxWZP8/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277830428177623826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6ez7BGaxI/AAAAAAAAB8w/3kc0ukxWZP8/s200/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6ezXbJJ0I/AAAAAAAAB8o/pu1BSAV66uM/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277830418623178562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6ezXbJJ0I/AAAAAAAAB8o/pu1BSAV66uM/s200/IMG_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading into the park, we went to Denny's for breakfast (to carbo-load). Annie and Jill wolfed down pancakes and eggs. We left my parents car there, so we wouldn't have to pay to park two cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first ride we went on was the carousel. There was no line, and mom and I stayed off to make a game plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6ezISm-7I/AAAAAAAAB8g/wUphVhGLGD4/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277830414560852914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6ezISm-7I/AAAAAAAAB8g/wUphVhGLGD4/s200/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6dMrRQjpI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/HXc5mAITowk/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277828654423903890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6dMrRQjpI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/HXc5mAITowk/s200/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Dumbo- Daren had Jill and I had Annie. They loved it! Then Mom and I took the girls on Alice in Wonderland, while Dad and Daren went on the Matterhorn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6dLwpY55I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Uc7D8e27354/s1600-h/IMG_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277828638687422354" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6dLwpY55I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Uc7D8e27354/s200/IMG_0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6dLdCz0YI/AAAAAAAAB8I/epb5Y2RbyFU/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277828633425334658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6dLdCz0YI/AAAAAAAAB8I/epb5Y2RbyFU/s200/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daren and Jilly waiting for Nemo (which Jill LOVED), and Daren and me in Autopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6bfNiInZI/AAAAAAAAB8A/0R2t3wl0rdE/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277826773835881874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6bfNiInZI/AAAAAAAAB8A/0R2t3wl0rdE/s400/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and Mom took Annie for a spin in the tea cups. Annie said, "this is so fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6bey1Ue8I/AAAAAAAAB74/qXYSYLR9AAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277826766668594114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6bey1Ue8I/AAAAAAAAB74/qXYSYLR9AAQ/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Dad walking through the maze to get to their car in Autopia. Annie said she wanted a blue car, and she got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6bdbgbshI/AAAAAAAAB7w/_53qkKIoAbA/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277826743227101714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6bdbgbshI/AAAAAAAAB7w/_53qkKIoAbA/s400/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Probably the highlight of Annie's day. We waited the longest (like 45 minutes) to meet the princesses. I kept asking Annie if she wanted to go on a ride instead. She said, "no I want to meet the princesses." She doesn't even know who most of them are, but she wanted to meet them. To give you an idea, Daren and Dad went on Big Thunder Mountain AND Space Mountain and still came back before we had our turn. I thought she'd get all shy when she finally got her turn. She surprised me. She opened right up to Aurora (Sleeping Beauty). She told her that she had a sister named Jill, she had a white princess dress, and that it was almost her birthday. She posed with Pocahontas but didn't care to talk to her, and then LOVED chatting it up with Belle. She had no idea who Belle was, but she rehashed her conversation with Sleeping Beauty. Belle asked about Annie's princess dress and told her that they should go to a ball together. Annie got very excited about that. She talked about it for several days after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6ZlDO3_cI/AAAAAAAAB7o/6P9-LQdaHRk/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277824675126705602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6ZlDO3_cI/AAAAAAAAB7o/6P9-LQdaHRk/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Dad with Jill on It's a Small World. We all LOVED the Christmas version. Jill was completely mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6ZhXoJAEI/AAAAAAAAB7g/2xV7xpameZU/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277824611881910338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6ZhXoJAEI/AAAAAAAAB7g/2xV7xpameZU/s400/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Bloms on Small World. We all loved it. It was way better than I remember it (but I think the Jingle Bells stuff adds a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6ZfWCMCUI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/wBAtAky2quo/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277824577094551874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6ZfWCMCUI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/wBAtAky2quo/s400/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the last rides we went on was Winnie the Pooh. We all enjoyed it and had such a fun day. Besides the Princess line, the only line we waited in was for Peter Pan. It was a great day! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-1722749101797144333?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=71108&amp;l=b88e7&amp;id=676384467' title='Disneyland!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1722749101797144333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=1722749101797144333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1722749101797144333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1722749101797144333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/ST6gFuCUbDI/AAAAAAAAB84/V8qmk7f7yZU/s72-c/IMG_0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-4878016188823503609</id><published>2008-11-25T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:11:29.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jilly Turns 1!</title><content type='html'>What a bad mommy I am that Jill's birthday post is almost a month late! Poor Jill had her birthday fall between a cruise for Grandma's birthday and Halloween. She did, however, get a hopping party (thanks in large part to cousin Jeremy, who also has an October birthday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSw2ZC1TRNI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/tSblCt1NhJs/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272649067629069522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSw2ZC1TRNI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/tSblCt1NhJs/s400/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSw2YnxErdI/AAAAAAAAB7I/zx47B85HRZo/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272649060363578834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSw2YnxErdI/AAAAAAAAB7I/zx47B85HRZo/s400/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jilly is such a joy to us! She is my smiler and my hugger, and I just love her. She still only has two teeth. At her birthday, she was crawling everywhere and pulling up on whatever she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSw2YRuRNiI/AAAAAAAAB7A/ss9l906ypIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272649054446237218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSw2YRuRNiI/AAAAAAAAB7A/ss9l906ypIQ/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill loved her cupcake, and ate the entire thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwymhvVbBI/AAAAAAAAB64/dNfGXmW668o/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272644901217332242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwymhvVbBI/AAAAAAAAB64/dNfGXmW668o/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill and Annie stayed with Aunt Christy while Daren and I went on a cruise the weekend before Jill's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwymT4ympI/AAAAAAAAB6w/xHObb7TdMWU/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272644897498897042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwymT4ympI/AAAAAAAAB6w/xHObb7TdMWU/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Jill's birthday, we went to the park with some friends who moved away! Cheri, Kai, and Nash, we miss you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwyl7xj69I/AAAAAAAAB6o/n3DyyQ9jWpw/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272644891026123730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwyl7xj69I/AAAAAAAAB6o/n3DyyQ9jWpw/s400/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jilly loves to swing! She's just like her big sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-4878016188823503609?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=66589&amp;l=21761&amp;id=676384467' title='Jilly Turns 1!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4878016188823503609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=4878016188823503609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4878016188823503609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4878016188823503609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/jilly-turns-1.html' title='Jilly Turns 1!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSw2ZC1TRNI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/tSblCt1NhJs/s72-c/IMG_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-774412407831285529</id><published>2008-11-25T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:09:45.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in Southern California</title><content type='html'>Fall this year in California has been warm and dry. Annie and Jill and I have been enjoying going for walks around a local lake with our neighbors. One time when we went, the kids found a bunch of fallen leaves and had so much fun crunching in them, kicking them, and throwing them in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwtlZAm5tI/AAAAAAAAB6g/d7RKb38zyn8/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272639384135853778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwtlZAm5tI/AAAAAAAAB6g/d7RKb38zyn8/s400/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Tyson throwing the leaves in the air. I love how happy Annie looks. Annie's Oma sent her some light-up Halloween socks that she's wearing . These pics were taken a few days before Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwtkvJKLBI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/HWmieLwgD4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272639372897430546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwtkvJKLBI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/HWmieLwgD4Q/s400/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kicking the leaves. I love the simultaneous kicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwtkHKZobI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/TtaDM6cY7zQ/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272639362165219762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwtkHKZobI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/TtaDM6cY7zQ/s400/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids and me. Annie and Tyson either walked, ran or rode their tricycles the whole way around the lake. It's a mile! They had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwr5yncVDI/AAAAAAAAB6I/ptu9l2qcTyY/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272637535583753266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwr5yncVDI/AAAAAAAAB6I/ptu9l2qcTyY/s400/IMG_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready... set... GO! That's one of Annie and Tyson's favorite games. They ran a lot of the way around the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwr5ViguYI/AAAAAAAAB6A/lhc1hfTHU3w/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272637527778441602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwr5ViguYI/AAAAAAAAB6A/lhc1hfTHU3w/s400/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill, Annie, Tyson and Sebastian on one of the circuits around the lake. They love playing on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwr4tncq1I/AAAAAAAAB54/6SmTnBtZBj8/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272637517061729106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwr4tncq1I/AAAAAAAAB54/6SmTnBtZBj8/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Tyson on their trikes. So fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to see more pics, click on the title of this blog post. It's a link to a photo album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-774412407831285529?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=66782&amp;l=0c2f3&amp;id=676384467' title='Fall in Southern California'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/774412407831285529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=774412407831285529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/774412407831285529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/774412407831285529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-in-southern-california.html' title='Fall in Southern California'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwtlZAm5tI/AAAAAAAAB6g/d7RKb38zyn8/s72-c/IMG_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-4985255772436852149</id><published>2008-11-25T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:40:25.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know I have been SO flaky about blogging lately. The last few times I tried to update the blog, I was hindered by Blogger issues or slow uploading, so I just gave up. Not today! Today is the day that I break my blogging sabbatical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note... about a month ago, the girls and I joined a few Nurture friends at Irvine Regional Park for their pumpkin patch. It was supposed to be a whole Nurture event, but we didn't see anyone else. I was thankful to run into a few friends, and the girls and I enjoyed a warm, but not hot, day at a beautiful park. Irvine Park is HUGE and old. If I remember correctly it's over 100 years old. There are hundreds of big, beautiful trees, a train that goes through the park with a conductor that gives the history as you go, and pony rides to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie and Jill were happy to hang out with their friends Mae, Claire and Faith (who joined us a little later). The pumpkin patch was so fun as it had a bounce house that the girls loved and lots of photo ops :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went on the train around the park and enjoyed a beautiful day. If you want to see all my pics, just click on the title of this blog post. It will take you to my album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwoKViXwHI/AAAAAAAAB5w/-NIIoWb73hg/s1600-h/IMG_9925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272633421789118578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwoKViXwHI/AAAAAAAAB5w/-NIIoWb73hg/s400/IMG_9925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Jill posing by the pumpkins. I love this pic. Annie looks so sweet, and Jill is making a total Jill face. She's yelling! That's one of her favorite things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwoJ1yNZCI/AAAAAAAAB5o/leVzkEdWXl8/s1600-h/IMG_9918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272633413265613858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwoJ1yNZCI/AAAAAAAAB5o/leVzkEdWXl8/s400/IMG_9918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claire, Mae, Jill and Annie all looking so cute. I love how the colors in Mae's dress tie all of the girls together. So sweet! Annie and Jill just love their friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwoJguiFnI/AAAAAAAAB5g/S8MAGyN4rGc/s1600-h/IMG_9942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272633407613048434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwoJguiFnI/AAAAAAAAB5g/S8MAGyN4rGc/s400/IMG_9942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christina and Claire are keeping the three big girls in line. Faith, Annie and Mae are enjoying the train ride. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-4985255772436852149?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=66277&amp;l=1bc23&amp;id=676384467' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4985255772436852149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=4985255772436852149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4985255772436852149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4985255772436852149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SSwoKViXwHI/AAAAAAAAB5w/-NIIoWb73hg/s72-c/IMG_9925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-6688997111083034351</id><published>2008-10-14T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:59:42.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glacier National Park Part II -- The Outdoor Type</title><content type='html'>A hike at GNP, set to music so you don't have to hear all the huffin' and puffin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a7a9b9b38ddaaaae" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7a9b9b38ddaaaae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331388889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF2448BC7E22C030E114AD1CD486F1B3B6D550DA.8560696D68670C407942AA093045BFDA2699DC5D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7a9b9b38ddaaaae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9YVZqPpQl0Ri0gd3boRi9Xbc0dU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7a9b9b38ddaaaae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331388889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF2448BC7E22C030E114AD1CD486F1B3B6D550DA.8560696D68670C407942AA093045BFDA2699DC5D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7a9b9b38ddaaaae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9YVZqPpQl0Ri0gd3boRi9Xbc0dU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-6688997111083034351?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a7a9b9b38ddaaaae&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6688997111083034351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=6688997111083034351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6688997111083034351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6688997111083034351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/glacier-national-park-part-ii-outdoor.html' title='Glacier National Park Part II -- The Outdoor Type'/><author><name>Daren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259242012096764991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-5325928922767034584</id><published>2008-10-13T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:12:33.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glacier National Park Part I</title><content type='html'>The first act of our journey to northern Montana. More to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e45facc35d9eb767" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De45facc35d9eb767%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331388889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B65824BFB0A55AEFAFAEBE348F3DAFAF8E98F2F.326981692687048F48A910676711C3AD8A9C83CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De45facc35d9eb767%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DerPk4MR1bCsCE_yfSBAqFUYccv0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De45facc35d9eb767%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331388889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B65824BFB0A55AEFAFAEBE348F3DAFAF8E98F2F.326981692687048F48A910676711C3AD8A9C83CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De45facc35d9eb767%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DerPk4MR1bCsCE_yfSBAqFUYccv0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-5325928922767034584?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e45facc35d9eb767&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5325928922767034584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=5325928922767034584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5325928922767034584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5325928922767034584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/glacier-national-park-part-i.html' title='Glacier National Park Part I'/><author><name>Daren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259242012096764991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-5333390888872112074</id><published>2008-09-29T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:30:21.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie and Yankari</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bffceb3d4e7c9b0e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbffceb3d4e7c9b0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331388889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D722C92D7905534F8A91B6BC575E2C076F014355F.6E5A1C652889A2EFFCD631D3328DC4901812E049%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbffceb3d4e7c9b0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyMrDX3Ffog7wP9JXAp4SRmbv1dU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbffceb3d4e7c9b0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331388889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D722C92D7905534F8A91B6BC575E2C076F014355F.6E5A1C652889A2EFFCD631D3328DC4901812E049%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbffceb3d4e7c9b0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyMrDX3Ffog7wP9JXAp4SRmbv1dU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Annie loves hearing Daddy's stories about when he was a little boy on the farm and in Africa. In this video she is retelling a story that he's told her about an encounter with baboons at Yankari Game Reserve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-5333390888872112074?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bffceb3d4e7c9b0e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5333390888872112074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=5333390888872112074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5333390888872112074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5333390888872112074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/annie-and-yankari.html' title='Annie and Yankari'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-4276771873882664890</id><published>2008-09-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:23:06.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://peasinamartinezpod.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged.html"&gt;Tagged!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Play This Game of Tag: List 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 goals, 3 current obsessions/collections, and 3 facts about yourself. Tag people at the end of your post by leaving their names. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Joys:&lt;br /&gt;1. The feeling that I get AFTER a really good workout.&lt;br /&gt;2. Saturday nights. I love our tradition of getting coffee at Starbucks, going to church, getting Chipotle, and hanging out with a movie or Law and Order reruns.&lt;br /&gt;3. A good naptime. For the girls, not me. I'm not a napper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Fears&lt;br /&gt;1. I will become stagnant in my relationship with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dcotors/ Medical Procedures (I'm echoing Stephanie's BIG TIME. I don't understand people who WILLINGLY go under the knife to look better. So not worth it to me!).&lt;br /&gt;3. Something bad happening to my husband or children (Echoing Steph's again- we're so in sync).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Goals&lt;br /&gt;1. Lose 15 more pounds by our trip to Hawaii in January (I've lost 5 of my original goal of 20).&lt;br /&gt;2. Be consistent with discipline, even when it doesn't feel like it's working.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have consistent time with God in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Obsessions/Collections:&lt;br /&gt;1. Facebook and Scramble&lt;br /&gt;2. Magazines (especially health and fitness ones)&lt;br /&gt;3. I have an extensive collection of scrapbooking paper and supplies that need to be used :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Facts:&lt;br /&gt;1. I waste a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;2. My girls challenge my sanity on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a pile of books waiting to be read as a slowly plod through Ahab's Wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Ami, Mary, and Carrie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-4276771873882664890?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4276771873882664890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=4276771873882664890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4276771873882664890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4276771873882664890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-3162449560088343951</id><published>2008-09-19T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:18:50.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>For Daren's birthday, we had a long, relaxing weekend of celebration. Annie and I made chocolate chip cookies. Annie loves to help, and she stays and helps for the whole time. We also made him some whole wheat blueberry pancakes. Yum! We had a fun weekend just hanging out as a family and doing our normal things: going to church, cleaning up the house a bit, reading the newspaper, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPKgjhQ86I/AAAAAAAABXY/vudkPU4yxVc/s1600-h/IMG_9775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247760651456148386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPKgjhQ86I/AAAAAAAABXY/vudkPU4yxVc/s200/IMG_9775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPKg8s-lpI/AAAAAAAABXg/pm2ngXaeUMM/s1600-h/IMG_9781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247760658216162962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPKg8s-lpI/AAAAAAAABXg/pm2ngXaeUMM/s200/IMG_9781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPKhFSbO-I/AAAAAAAABXo/XNIPcJCyz8o/s1600-h/IMG_9789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247760660520713186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPKhFSbO-I/AAAAAAAABXo/XNIPcJCyz8o/s200/IMG_9789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPLCRAKIqI/AAAAAAAABXw/IDq_SaJ0N7o/s1600-h/IMG_9788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247761230601003682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPLCRAKIqI/AAAAAAAABXw/IDq_SaJ0N7o/s200/IMG_9788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-3162449560088343951?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3162449560088343951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=3162449560088343951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3162449560088343951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3162449560088343951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/daddys-birthday.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPKgjhQ86I/AAAAAAAABXY/vudkPU4yxVc/s72-c/IMG_9775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-728388203927616141</id><published>2008-09-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:46:23.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aquarium with the Johnsons</title><content type='html'>So, Kim and I had not gotten to hang out for a long time, so we finally decided to get together on a weekday, when both of our husbands were busy working. We met in Long Beach, which is about halfway between us (okay, it's a little closer to me :), and took all of our kiddos to the Aquarium of the Pacific and then to Chili's for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPAFmpJ9lI/AAAAAAAABXA/Aok9SR6HcxY/s1600-h/IMG_9742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247749193321805394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPAFmpJ9lI/AAAAAAAABXA/Aok9SR6HcxY/s200/IMG_9742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids were instantly comfortable with each other, and we all had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPAGCTbHVI/AAAAAAAABXI/P_6oZGiuZZM/s1600-h/IMG_9746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247749200746847570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPAGCTbHVI/AAAAAAAABXI/P_6oZGiuZZM/s200/IMG_9746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even Ella loved all the fishies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPAGQ8pgyI/AAAAAAAABXQ/X0Rs0lxVerg/s1600-h/IMG_9760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247749204677853986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPAGQ8pgyI/AAAAAAAABXQ/X0Rs0lxVerg/s200/IMG_9760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and the boys stuck their hands in the water but didn't do much petting of sharks and rays.&lt;br /&gt;*If you want to see all of the pics from the aquarium, click on the title of this post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-728388203927616141?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=59071&amp;l=47e9a&amp;id=676384467' title='The Aquarium with the Johnsons'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/728388203927616141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=728388203927616141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/728388203927616141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/728388203927616141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/aquarium-with-johnsons.html' title='The Aquarium with the Johnsons'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SNPAFmpJ9lI/AAAAAAAABXA/Aok9SR6HcxY/s72-c/IMG_9742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-4763576123038217538</id><published>2008-08-27T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:37:33.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jill is Crawling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLa8dAkJ7_I/AAAAAAAABWw/hCmdgRmVUTI/s1600-h/IMG_9719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239582423046025202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLa8dAkJ7_I/AAAAAAAABWw/hCmdgRmVUTI/s200/IMG_9719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLa8dag52sI/AAAAAAAABW4/iXDorZFRBOY/s1600-h/IMG_9716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239582430011710146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLa8dag52sI/AAAAAAAABW4/iXDorZFRBOY/s200/IMG_9716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill has been feeling like such a big girl lately! She will turn 10 months this weekend. She's officially a crawler, she's really good at feeding herself and she's also using a sippy cup. She kept finding Annie's lying around, and since she wants whatever Annie has, she's been using them! We're not using any bottles around here. Either Jill is nursing, feeding herself chopped up foods or drinking water out of a sippy cup. It's nice to have such an independent eater! She does make quite a mess though, so I have to put on a bib when she's drinking out of a sippy cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLXiJWTftqI/AAAAAAAABWY/7CvT_tmdGxM/s1600-h/IMG_9726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239342391749490338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLXiJWTftqI/AAAAAAAABWY/7CvT_tmdGxM/s200/IMG_9726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLXiJuyEo7I/AAAAAAAABWg/N6T2ZkbDPBc/s1600-h/IMG_9729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239342398320190386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLXiJuyEo7I/AAAAAAAABWg/N6T2ZkbDPBc/s200/IMG_9729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLXiJ3-4CLI/AAAAAAAABWo/zuQaT6hG9Tg/s1600-h/IMG_9731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239342400789809330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLXiJ3-4CLI/AAAAAAAABWo/zuQaT6hG9Tg/s200/IMG_9731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLXgpZ32ofI/AAAAAAAABWA/fe0e8DRx734/s1600-h/IMG_9712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239340743439852018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLXgpZ32ofI/AAAAAAAABWA/fe0e8DRx734/s320/IMG_9712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLXgp2XlLeI/AAAAAAAABWI/WY0wDjkwDn8/s1600-h/IMG_9715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239340751089118690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLXgp2XlLeI/AAAAAAAABWI/WY0wDjkwDn8/s320/IMG_9715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some crawling pics of Jill! Such a big girl. The way she babbles even sounds older. We are enjoying seeing what kind of personality is emerging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-4763576123038217538?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4763576123038217538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=4763576123038217538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4763576123038217538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4763576123038217538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/jill-is-crawling.html' title='Jill is Crawling!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLa8dAkJ7_I/AAAAAAAABWw/hCmdgRmVUTI/s72-c/IMG_9719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-6269611114536012410</id><published>2008-08-25T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:27:00.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August Weddings</title><content type='html'>This weekend Daren, the girls and I joined my mom and an old friend's wedding. Josh was a good friend of Matt's growing up, and his parents have been good friends with my parents for a long time (Larry and Lorraine were in my parents' wedding and they helped with the church plant 29 years ago). Anyway, Daren and I were excited because the wedding was only 10 minutes away from us in Coto de Caza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really nice wedding, and we enjoyed getting caught up with some other old friends. It was pretty hot though. Annie and I are glistening in the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLMbOMOUuI/AAAAAAAABVw/zYn5IPQWrz0/s1600-h/IMG_9694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238474084623209186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLMbOMOUuI/AAAAAAAABVw/zYn5IPQWrz0/s320/IMG_9694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLMb3FtxqI/AAAAAAAABV4/9To1zjXVx0A/s1600-h/IMG_9693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238474095601764002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLMb3FtxqI/AAAAAAAABV4/9To1zjXVx0A/s320/IMG_9693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren, the bearded man, and my mom at Josh and kelli's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally and Greg's wedding:&lt;br /&gt;On August 3, we enjoyed a gorgoeus wedding with lots of family and friends. It was so fun! Annie got to be in the cousins parade. She had so much fun that the next day she asked, "you wanna go to Sally's wedding wif me again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLGkf6aGzI/AAAAAAAABVY/WbRJhivHJdU/s1600-h/07-08+132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238467646929378098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLGkf6aGzI/AAAAAAAABVY/WbRJhivHJdU/s320/07-08+132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren and Jill, looking very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLGkoRjsvI/AAAAAAAABVg/pgpFsIDzO3A/s1600-h/07-08+152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238467649173959410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLGkoRjsvI/AAAAAAAABVg/pgpFsIDzO3A/s320/07-08+152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; D and I also looking cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLGlNzF53I/AAAAAAAABVo/EMzMIWpD22E/s1600-h/07-08+174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238467659246724978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLGlNzF53I/AAAAAAAABVo/EMzMIWpD22E/s320/07-08+174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie's favorite part of the wedding was dancing with Dude and her daddy. So fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, we all wore the same clothes to both weddings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLFOyxrZbI/AAAAAAAABVA/kiU1Hj4Og2o/s1600-h/07-08+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238466174524286386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLFOyxrZbI/AAAAAAAABVA/kiU1Hj4Og2o/s320/07-08+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Megan and me and our twin girls. Annie is about 5 hours older than Cora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLFPb7nrsI/AAAAAAAABVI/CAPlXKasWAk/s1600-h/07-08+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238466185571839682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLFPb7nrsI/AAAAAAAABVI/CAPlXKasWAk/s320/07-08+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cuties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLFQGNJNVI/AAAAAAAABVQ/rpJv2pp2K48/s1600-h/07-08+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238466196919629138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLFQGNJNVI/AAAAAAAABVQ/rpJv2pp2K48/s320/07-08+119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sally and Greg, the flower girls, ring bearer, and cousins that were in the parade. This is the only picture I got where Kenny's flag wasn't in front of Sally or Greg's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-6269611114536012410?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6269611114536012410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=6269611114536012410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6269611114536012410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6269611114536012410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-weddings.html' title='August Weddings'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SLLMbOMOUuI/AAAAAAAABVw/zYn5IPQWrz0/s72-c/IMG_9694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-4149660297517247296</id><published>2008-08-11T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:17:17.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the family</title><content type='html'>Mom and Dad came out one day. They took us out to dinner for our anniversary at Cheesecake Factory, and they took the girls  on the carousel and the ferris wheel. It was nice to spend time with them. Annie just loved spending time with her Grandma and Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCEyWwNqUI/AAAAAAAABUw/QJkRxO1t1VU/s1600-h/July+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233328767640643906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCEyWwNqUI/AAAAAAAABUw/QJkRxO1t1VU/s400/July+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill is on the carousel for the first time. Annie loves riding on the horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCEzixXY5I/AAAAAAAABU4/4erv3ApTs-M/s1600-h/July+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233328788046570386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCEzixXY5I/AAAAAAAABU4/4erv3ApTs-M/s400/July+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCDkMKAB2I/AAAAAAAABUY/uMf5iRfMIUo/s1600-h/July+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233327424766216034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCDkMKAB2I/AAAAAAAABUY/uMf5iRfMIUo/s400/July+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie with Grandma and Dude on ther ferris wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCDkrnpVcI/AAAAAAAABUg/xDXFoYy7pog/s1600-h/July+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233327433212057026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCDkrnpVcI/AAAAAAAABUg/xDXFoYy7pog/s400/July+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill loves the ferris wheel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCDlHo0a8I/AAAAAAAABUo/R4Qjv1XgbDY/s1600-h/July+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233327440733170626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCDlHo0a8I/AAAAAAAABUo/R4Qjv1XgbDY/s400/July+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner at the Cheesecake Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCAxCXyyuI/AAAAAAAABUA/mrhc219Y_sw/s1600-h/July+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233324346943130338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCAxCXyyuI/AAAAAAAABUA/mrhc219Y_sw/s400/July+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love spending time at the lake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCAy1ELosI/AAAAAAAABUQ/V3__PDVNL-Y/s1600-h/July+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233324377730949826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCAy1ELosI/AAAAAAAABUQ/V3__PDVNL-Y/s400/July+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill and Daren enjoying the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-4149660297517247296?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4149660297517247296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=4149660297517247296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4149660297517247296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4149660297517247296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-with-family.html' title='Fun with the family'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKCEyWwNqUI/AAAAAAAABUw/QJkRxO1t1VU/s72-c/July+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-4348856241980954502</id><published>2008-08-11T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:04:51.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>I just thought I'd post a couple of cute pics of the girls.  These are some sweet moments amidst the many squabbles they normally have. Jill loves to grab and is constantly grabbing at what Annie has. Annie likes to tease and does not always like to share, so she holds toys close to Jill and then gets mad when Jill grabs them. Annie is learning to trade Jill when Jill takes her toys, but we'll see how long that works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKB8xnHr44I/AAAAAAAABT4/VSGm27oeEBw/s1600-h/July+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233319958761169794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKB8xnHr44I/AAAAAAAABT4/VSGm27oeEBw/s400/July+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKB6uSZtB2I/AAAAAAAABTg/GVQY-YvF9P0/s1600-h/July+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233317702636734306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKB6uSZtB2I/AAAAAAAABTg/GVQY-YvF9P0/s400/July+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKB6vSdJZaI/AAAAAAAABTw/o78I-tSHhSE/s1600-h/July+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233317719831045538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKB6vSdJZaI/AAAAAAAABTw/o78I-tSHhSE/s400/July+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-4348856241980954502?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4348856241980954502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=4348856241980954502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4348856241980954502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4348856241980954502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SKB8xnHr44I/AAAAAAAABT4/VSGm27oeEBw/s72-c/July+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-8447365805369671978</id><published>2008-08-08T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:05:35.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Scott Came to Visit!</title><content type='html'>We just love having Uncle Scott visit! He moved from Brazil to Peru (which he apparently LOVES :), and during the move he spent about a month in the US. He joined the fam in Glacier for our family reunion, and then he drove back to Cali with us. He was only with us for a few days, but we had a blast going to Knott's Berry Farm, taking in an Angels/Red Sox game, and enjoying breakfast and some beach time in Laguna Beach. We did some other fun things like seeing a movie, going to church (yes, that's fun), and going out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJx0sRJLkTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/a7zN9mao6nA/s1600-h/IMG_9666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232185170962649394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJx0sRJLkTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/a7zN9mao6nA/s200/IMG_9666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJx0slr_WaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3xqNT6DHo5o/s1600-h/IMG_9667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232185176477358498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJx0slr_WaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3xqNT6DHo5o/s200/IMG_9667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics are in reverse order. Whoops, I wasn't really paying attention, and I'm too lazy to re-organize them all now! These two are Annie and Scott on the last ride of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxzhF-UJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/yoK46t4xV9I/s1600-h/IMG_9648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232183879474096034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxzhF-UJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/yoK46t4xV9I/s200/IMG_9648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxzhWpJEjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1JkZomgX7oE/s1600-h/IMG_9652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232183883948692018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxzhWpJEjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1JkZomgX7oE/s200/IMG_9652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie on the creepy pig, and Uncle Scott and Annie on the Mexican hats... or chili bowls wearing Mexican hats? Not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxzhv0gtsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/U14dBYBoLwY/s1600-h/IMG_9659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232183890707265218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxzhv0gtsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/U14dBYBoLwY/s200/IMG_9659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJx0sCyMuyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6GXfO2Evqs4/s1600-h/IMG_9662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232185167108160290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJx0sCyMuyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6GXfO2Evqs4/s200/IMG_9662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst ride in the world! Check out my face in the second picture. The kid behind me was honking his horn the ENTIRE ride. Doesn't that get old, Buddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxyXufyAxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vtZHul_w-k8/s1600-h/IMG_9635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232182619041563410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxyXufyAxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vtZHul_w-k8/s320/IMG_9635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie in the self-propelled carts. I didn't know she'd be able to figure it out. She's smarter than I give her credit for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxyX5qj43I/AAAAAAAAAE8/UauvDTpBffc/s1600-h/IMG_9639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232182622039565170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxyX5qj43I/AAAAAAAAAE8/UauvDTpBffc/s320/IMG_9639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The stagecoach! Annie wanted to go on this from the get-go. As soon as she saw the horses running by, she said, "I want to go on that!" Finding the stagecoaches was a little tough, but we enjoyed our ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxyXxBT-VI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NjNVWRQ_Csc/s1600-h/IMG_9642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232182619719072082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxyXxBT-VI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NjNVWRQ_Csc/s320/IMG_9642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Uncle Scott. We really enjoyed going to Knott's with Uncle Scott. It was very toddler-friendly. Since Annie was 36" she could go on every ride in Camp Snoopy. We were there for four hours, and we didn't get to go on every ride that we wanted. If you go to Knott's after 4pm, adults get in for 1/2 price. Annie and Jill were free. It was totally worth $20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxxJqCEONI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DASLvuUrYtg/s1600-h/IMG_9619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232181277813389522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxxJqCEONI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DASLvuUrYtg/s200/IMG_9619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxxJxTR8AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Fy8UuqqjD0o/s1600-h/IMG_9626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232181279764639746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxxJxTR8AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Fy8UuqqjD0o/s200/IMG_9626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie's first ride. I didn't realize that she had to go alone! I was so worried that she would freak out. I asked a big girl if Annie could sit in her plane. The big girl introduced herself and said that she would hold Annie's hand if Annie got scared. Annie did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxxJzneRPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UMDdmyDF9hk/s1600-h/IMG_9632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232181280386204914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJxxJzneRPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UMDdmyDF9hk/s200/IMG_9632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ride was the second, and I thought it might be a little scary, but what do I know. Annie said, "it wasn't scared!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Scott said that Annie was going to be a roller coaster girl. Annie still talks about that. She says, "when I'm a roller coaster girl, I can go on the BIG roller coasters!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-8447365805369671978?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8447365805369671978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=8447365805369671978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8447365805369671978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8447365805369671978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/uncle-scott-came-to-visit.html' title='Uncle Scott Came to Visit!'/><author><name>Daren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259242012096764991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJx0sRJLkTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/a7zN9mao6nA/s72-c/IMG_9666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-6790171013297175341</id><published>2008-08-06T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:46:38.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoffsommer Reunion in Glacier</title><content type='html'>Daren's mom's side of the family, the Hoffsommers, had a big ole family reunion in Glacier National Park. I still can't get over the fact that all 40 of us made it, including Anisa from Africa and Scott from Brazil. We decide to tackle the task of driving the 21 hours each way with our two little girls. God gave us an amazingly smooth trip!&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJuCKKlV9DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kbuva_b8Xwk/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231918503272248370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJuCKKlV9DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kbuva_b8Xwk/s200/Hoffsommer+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJuCKMcAdJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_vRXz-_paDo/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231918503769961618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJuCKMcAdJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_vRXz-_paDo/s200/Hoffsommer+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left our house at 11pm. I drove the first leg to Las Vegas. I loved not hitting any traffic, and I got wrapped up in my book on CD. Daren was supposed to be sleeping, but he had a tough time of it. The girls, however, slept great. Daren had planned a couple playground stops, but we ended up only using one in Utah. Annie loved playing in the park, and we used the bathroom at a public library and bought her a $.50 book at the used book sale there. We drove all the way to Idaho Falls, ID in that first day. We stayed at a Best Western and enjoyed an afternoon dip in the pool and dinner out at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJuAs7HmDhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Hy_-Q76iYEg/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231916901393108498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJuAs7HmDhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Hy_-Q76iYEg/s200/Hoffsommer+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJuAtH3LrxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KuOtV6wbyDU/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231916904813932306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJuAtH3LrxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KuOtV6wbyDU/s200/Hoffsommer+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that pic of Daren and Annie is not from Day 2, but oh well. We enjoyed our free breakfast at the hotel, and hopped in the car around 9am. Our next day of driving went almost as smoothly as the first. We didn't stop much, but we did have to slow down for a herd of sheep in the road, and we also stopped about an hour from Glacier for a yummy lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJuAtUbZSAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iMkVrkeh2vg/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231916908187043842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJuAtUbZSAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iMkVrkeh2vg/s200/Hoffsommer+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt-G0_MpCI/AAAAAAAAADc/1w47pp4vRsE/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231914047888991266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt-G0_MpCI/AAAAAAAAADc/1w47pp4vRsE/s200/Hoffsommer+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daren and Annie petting a horse during one of Annie's potty stops, and Annie, Daren and Jill waiting for our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt-HEun4fI/AAAAAAAAADk/2WJXP6svBck/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231914052114440690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt-HEun4fI/AAAAAAAAADk/2WJXP6svBck/s200/Hoffsommer+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt-HedrynI/AAAAAAAAADs/qDycT4f71oU/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231914059022715506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt-HedrynI/AAAAAAAAADs/qDycT4f71oU/s200/Hoffsommer+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so thankful to be at the KOA in Glacier. We found Oma, Georgie, Scott and Anisa right away. Anisa came to the pool with Annie, Daren and me, while Oma and Georgie stayed with Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each evening one of the 3 elders :) (Carl, Darlene-Oma, and John) led the festivies. The first night was run by Carl, and we enjoyed some pig races, chicken wraps, and looking at old photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt8rXrnItI/AAAAAAAAADE/_lqSQzRmNPM/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231912476654117586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt8rXrnItI/AAAAAAAAADE/_lqSQzRmNPM/s200/Hoffsommer+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt8rvnFUKI/AAAAAAAAADM/zA2QSSNSADM/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231912483077574818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt8rvnFUKI/AAAAAAAAADM/zA2QSSNSADM/s200/Hoffsommer+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt8r2zae3I/AAAAAAAAADU/xD83cdMzKB4/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231912485008341874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt8r2zae3I/AAAAAAAAADU/xD83cdMzKB4/s200/Hoffsommer+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt7rckNdPI/AAAAAAAAACs/SvJsOxUFG1s/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231911378453624050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt7rckNdPI/AAAAAAAAACs/SvJsOxUFG1s/s200/Hoffsommer+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt7rhcU8GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fJoEaAhnrSI/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231911379762737250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt7rhcU8GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fJoEaAhnrSI/s200/Hoffsommer+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt7rwDEfXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/f5OfjnhDlRA/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231911383683333490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt7rwDEfXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/f5OfjnhDlRA/s200/Hoffsommer+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Day 2, we went for a hike. It was a gorgeous hike. I think it was two miles each way. I carried Jill up, and Scott carried her down. Daren carried Annie up, and Georgie carried her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt6RWmzppI/AAAAAAAAACU/1ZYfiE9fpRk/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231909830665676434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt6RWmzppI/AAAAAAAAACU/1ZYfiE9fpRk/s200/Hoffsommer+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt6RmFtIUI/AAAAAAAAACc/8BeNgMdHVrU/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231909834821804354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt6RmFtIUI/AAAAAAAAACc/8BeNgMdHVrU/s200/Hoffsommer+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can kind of see the several waterfalls streaming down to the lake. It was pretty amazing up there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt6RyStV6I/AAAAAAAAACk/BRuqDK1gUhU/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231909838097569698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt6RyStV6I/AAAAAAAAACk/BRuqDK1gUhU/s200/Hoffsommer+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt2ZmtfFKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mHpq63tMUdk/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231905574381098146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt2ZmtfFKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mHpq63tMUdk/s200/Hoffsommer+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt2Z8EHhyI/AAAAAAAAACE/AD7B4tytSu4/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231905580113168162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt2Z8EHhyI/AAAAAAAAACE/AD7B4tytSu4/s200/Hoffsommer+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt2aDHOghI/AAAAAAAAACM/6-PB__bikbk/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231905582005256722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJt2aDHOghI/AAAAAAAAACM/6-PB__bikbk/s200/Hoffsommer+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oma led the festivities that evening which included a game about Hoffsommer history. I didn't get to participate too much as Annie wasn't feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, we took some convertible red buses up the road to the sun. Our family required three buses! It was a great tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJtza19HnRI/AAAAAAAAABk/VFpIVpZVg7c/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231902297118186770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJtza19HnRI/AAAAAAAAABk/VFpIVpZVg7c/s200/Hoffsommer+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJtzbNRBehI/AAAAAAAAABs/E_nOq9WLpOY/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231902303375686162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJtzbNRBehI/AAAAAAAAABs/E_nOq9WLpOY/s200/Hoffsommer+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJtzbbm-L3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/i71bHGDBt80/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231902307225841522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJtzbbm-L3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/i71bHGDBt80/s200/Hoffsommer+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJotjbsZz_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/kKx8Nv0o3xg/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231544003896922098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJotjbsZz_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/kKx8Nv0o3xg/s200/Hoffsommer+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJotjnA_K1I/AAAAAAAAABE/DSJ9RvpBgEo/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231544006936046418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJotjnA_K1I/AAAAAAAAABE/DSJ9RvpBgEo/s200/Hoffsommer+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJopar-3fKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Zap50sLHzQQ/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231539455603997858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJopar-3fKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Zap50sLHzQQ/s200/Hoffsommer+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJopayXNZdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wTSzz12m9pI/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231539457316709842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJopayXNZdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wTSzz12m9pI/s200/Hoffsommer+240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved the wildflowers up at the information center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJopbZ48pAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JmrRJ_i5F_E/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231539467927200770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJopbZ48pAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JmrRJ_i5F_E/s200/Hoffsommer+242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJogLdPpPhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4cQGZjjZvn8/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231529298345147922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJogLdPpPhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4cQGZjjZvn8/s200/Hoffsommer+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, John and Audrey sent us running all over the campground on an Amazing Race style scavenger hunt. I didn't bring any strollers or carriers, so the girls and I walked back to the campground to wait for the contestants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days 4 and 5:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove home early on Monday morning. Daren's fam accompanied us to Provo, Utah, where we all stayed in another Best Western. We enjoyed spending a little more time with Oma and Georgie and Anisa. Scott came back to CA with us, so we got lots of time with him! We enjoyed swimming and going out to dinner in Provo. Provo always reminds me of Fletch. Fun movie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJogLj9aNGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oVUdCwgxuUI/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231529300147713122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJogLj9aNGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oVUdCwgxuUI/s200/Hoffsommer+255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJogL-ai1II/AAAAAAAAAAc/ul5lpy2XmjQ/s1600-h/Hoffsommer+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231529307249235074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJogL-ai1II/AAAAAAAAAAc/ul5lpy2XmjQ/s200/Hoffsommer+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we had a great trip, and we're so thankful that the fam all made the effort to come out for the reunion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-6790171013297175341?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6790171013297175341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=6790171013297175341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6790171013297175341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6790171013297175341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoffsommer-reunion-in-glacier.html' title='Hoffsommer Reunion in Glacier'/><author><name>Daren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259242012096764991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73zR4tf1_zQ/SJuCKKlV9DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kbuva_b8Xwk/s72-c/Hoffsommer+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-862835179749447570</id><published>2008-07-03T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:29:08.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Reunion! Door County, WI</title><content type='html'>Our 2008 college reunion was in beautiful Door County, Wisconsin. Every year, we pick a location, find a place to stay, and go on vacation in the summer with some of our friends from Trinity. This year we missed the Politsches and Grabianowskis, but we were happy to have Chad show up at the last minute! I think we were all pretty surprised at how amazing Door County was for a reunion location. The house that we rented was right on the water (I think technically it was on Sturgeon Bay). The house came with a kayak and a canoe, and even if you were just looking from the window, you could see sturgeon flopping around in the water. Weather.com predicted five straight days of thundersorms, but we only experienced them the days we drove from O'Hare to Door County and from Door County to O'Hare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-WPnTW_eI/AAAAAAAABTY/Ar2w8xeJsK8/s1600-h/Reunion+274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219555688138079714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-WPnTW_eI/AAAAAAAABTY/Ar2w8xeJsK8/s400/Reunion+274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our reunion friends in front of our house. There's the Woods (Kirsten, Brian and Isaac), the Finnellys (Ryan, Emily and Henry), the McClures (Andi, Kevin and Caiden) ad Tim, Chad and Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: after a great flight to O'Hare from OC, we rented a car and drove a looong way through some pretty intense rain to get to our friends in Sturgeon Bay. The trip was AMAZINGLY smooth until about an hour before we got there. Jill decided that she'd had enough traveling, and cried off and on for the last hour. This was especially annoying when we were trying to get directions and Jill was screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-VB4UZuWI/AAAAAAAABTA/mgyOHjnB_o4/s1600-h/Reunion+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219554352676059490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-VB4UZuWI/AAAAAAAABTA/mgyOHjnB_o4/s200/Reunion+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-VCSyqIkI/AAAAAAAABTI/mooNsSTYqqk/s1600-h/Reunion+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219554359782285890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-VCSyqIkI/AAAAAAAABTI/mooNsSTYqqk/s200/Reunion+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-VCqSsSeI/AAAAAAAABTQ/a4J_rT-Cl_A/s1600-h/Reunion+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219554366090660322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-VCqSsSeI/AAAAAAAABTQ/a4J_rT-Cl_A/s200/Reunion+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of us with kiddos were up bright and early on Sunday morning. We planned to have brunch at Al Johnson's (Swedish pancakes- yum!) at 10am. We let the kiddos play around while we waited for the single guys to get up. Our house had a little beach, and Annie loved playing in the sand and throwing rocks in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-Tm7WTt_I/AAAAAAAABSo/hZ8nl_vYCxA/s1600-h/Reunion+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219552790121265138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-Tm7WTt_I/AAAAAAAABSo/hZ8nl_vYCxA/s200/Reunion+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-TnF9YAqI/AAAAAAAABSw/8Fjevhll2is/s1600-h/Reunion+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219552792969478818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-TnF9YAqI/AAAAAAAABSw/8Fjevhll2is/s200/Reunion+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our camera was out of batteries at Al Johnson's. The brunch was great! We followed it with a trolley ride tour. Annie fell asleep during the tour, so even though we headed back to the lake house for the afternoon, Annie didn't take a nap. We spent the afternoon around the house, relaxing on the beach, chatting, and hitting rocks in the water :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-Tnoh7edI/AAAAAAAABS4/8ojOw5_AJ7k/s1600-h/Reunion+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219552802249603538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-Tnoh7edI/AAAAAAAABS4/8ojOw5_AJ7k/s200/Reunion+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a yummy dinner, made by Emily, we went and got ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-RG23NTII/AAAAAAAABSQ/hQponU58Ntw/s1600-h/Reunion+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219550040138009730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-RG23NTII/AAAAAAAABSQ/hQponU58Ntw/s320/Reunion+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-RHML5NlI/AAAAAAAABSY/AY2wMSWUSYQ/s1600-h/Reunion+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219550045861918290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-RHML5NlI/AAAAAAAABSY/AY2wMSWUSYQ/s320/Reunion+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-RHuwpBEI/AAAAAAAABSg/qJHAL4zLn5I/s1600-h/Reunion+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219550055142851650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-RHuwpBEI/AAAAAAAABSg/qJHAL4zLn5I/s320/Reunion+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came home to an incredible sunset. We put the kiddos to bed and enjoyed some time around the fire and Loaded Questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-P5--GawI/AAAAAAAABR4/Vy2CMMyTqHw/s1600-h/Reunion+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219548719464475394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-P5--GawI/AAAAAAAABR4/Vy2CMMyTqHw/s320/Reunion+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-P6m5y1SI/AAAAAAAABSA/u3AztP3SLtw/s1600-h/Reunion+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219548730183832866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-P6m5y1SI/AAAAAAAABSA/u3AztP3SLtw/s320/Reunion+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-P7XIBfhI/AAAAAAAABSI/JX_fwj3x9ls/s1600-h/Reunion+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219548743128415762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-P7XIBfhI/AAAAAAAABSI/JX_fwj3x9ls/s320/Reunion+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was supposed to be our most packed day, but after missed naps yesterday, I requested a little rescheduling. I'm sad that I missed out on the lighthouses, but it was worth it for the girls to get good naps! We were going to go to the lighthouses and then the dunes and beach, but we switched the order so that the kids could enjoy the beach before nap. We parked at the county park to avoid state park fees and hiked a beautiful trail to the beach. Monday was probably the warmest day, and the temp at the beach could not have been better. The water was FREEZING, but Annie didn't seem to mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-OJcEFHuI/AAAAAAAABRg/ED_z1_k-7Mg/s1600-h/Reunion+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219546785948966626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-OJcEFHuI/AAAAAAAABRg/ED_z1_k-7Mg/s320/Reunion+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-OJ9bokyI/AAAAAAAABRo/OFaB5dvk15s/s1600-h/Reunion+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219546794906129186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-OJ9bokyI/AAAAAAAABRo/OFaB5dvk15s/s320/Reunion+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill in her little shade spot and Brian and Isaac in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-OKewlk7I/AAAAAAAABRw/Bi3n3bKp7M4/s1600-h/Reunion+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219546803852383154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-OKewlk7I/AAAAAAAABRw/Bi3n3bKp7M4/s320/Reunion+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Finns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG2YFbprg0I/AAAAAAAABQw/fIiexGQrMhA/s1600-h/Reunion+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218994762281616194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG2YFbprg0I/AAAAAAAABQw/fIiexGQrMhA/s200/Reunion+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG2YFmcmuaI/AAAAAAAABQ4/VJrIiUv75iA/s1600-h/Reunion+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218994765179566498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG2YFmcmuaI/AAAAAAAABQ4/VJrIiUv75iA/s200/Reunion+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG2YGHRbA_I/AAAAAAAABRA/pCa0ALEElTQ/s1600-h/Reunion+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218994773991031794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG2YGHRbA_I/AAAAAAAABRA/pCa0ALEElTQ/s200/Reunion+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, Henry, Emily and Annie enjoy the sunshine and ice cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1iu2tPFwI/AAAAAAAABQY/gZCSSdVSQrc/s1600-h/Reunion+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218936100291024642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1iu2tPFwI/AAAAAAAABQY/gZCSSdVSQrc/s320/Reunion+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1ivfTXp-I/AAAAAAAABQg/N1VjebCXSzo/s1600-h/Reunion+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218936111188387810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1ivfTXp-I/AAAAAAAABQg/N1VjebCXSzo/s320/Reunion+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian and Adam look a little like a couple in their matching bathing suits :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1ivu-sdkI/AAAAAAAABQo/lTcI-cws8no/s1600-h/Reunion+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218936115396638274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1ivu-sdkI/AAAAAAAABQo/lTcI-cws8no/s320/Reunion+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach the McClures, the Woods, Chad and the Bloms headed back to the house to put kids down for naps and relax a bit. While Isaac was sleeping, the Woods took the canoe out for a spin and Chad took the Kayak out, spent some time napping in the hammock and got several job offers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Finns, Adam and Tim went to see some lighthouses. We met up with them for $1.50 tacos at C &amp;amp; C Supper Club in Fish Creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1eGGwCG7I/AAAAAAAABQA/tIVOpwqRckE/s1600-h/Reunion+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218931002176576434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1eGGwCG7I/AAAAAAAABQA/tIVOpwqRckE/s320/Reunion+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1eGn_ZOcI/AAAAAAAABQI/Agel-7rs9rc/s1600-h/Reunion+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218931011099376066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1eGn_ZOcI/AAAAAAAABQI/Agel-7rs9rc/s320/Reunion+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1eG8L3vyI/AAAAAAAABQQ/z5cxJV09e1o/s1600-h/Reunion+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218931016520417058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1eG8L3vyI/AAAAAAAABQQ/z5cxJV09e1o/s320/Reunion+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning to go see Kung-Fu Panda and The Hulk at a drive-in, but decided to head back to the house after some frozen custard done Cold Stone style with fixings mixed in! Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1cQmFMbmI/AAAAAAAABPo/gE5kUx3NTR8/s1600-h/Reunion+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218928983362268770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1cQmFMbmI/AAAAAAAABPo/gE5kUx3NTR8/s320/Reunion+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1cQ9G5BNI/AAAAAAAABPw/Gqoe33pl3z8/s1600-h/Reunion+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218928989543400658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1cQ9G5BNI/AAAAAAAABPw/Gqoe33pl3z8/s320/Reunion+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily had suggested a petting zoo for the kids on Tuesday. We left the single guys and Kevin at the house and took the kiddos to the most amazing petting zoo ever. It was more like an interactive farm then a petting zoo. Henry, Isaac and Annie each got a bottle and a bag of corn to feed the animals, and we wandered around this gorgeous farm, feeding and petting animals. There were lots of baby animals there, which made it so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1cRN_bz6I/AAAAAAAABP4/Rs2jkxrKya4/s1600-h/Reunion+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218928994075529122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1cRN_bz6I/AAAAAAAABP4/Rs2jkxrKya4/s320/Reunion+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1aXr4X5OI/AAAAAAAABPg/-CtkwXNrEgE/s1600-h/Reunion+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218926906154935522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1aXr4X5OI/AAAAAAAABPg/-CtkwXNrEgE/s320/Reunion+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the animals just wandered around the farm. What was amazing was that I didn't notice any poop! How does that happen? We loved the big shaggy cow and this little goat who followed us all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1aWqcXjFI/AAAAAAAABPQ/sUUtQZawlx0/s1600-h/Reunion+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218926888589167698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1aWqcXjFI/AAAAAAAABPQ/sUUtQZawlx0/s320/Reunion+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1aXEw0BcI/AAAAAAAABPY/zJE8SO0I5IA/s1600-h/Reunion+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218926895654241730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1aXEw0BcI/AAAAAAAABPY/zJE8SO0I5IA/s320/Reunion+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie and Isaac found their hair twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1V_U6W1rI/AAAAAAAABO4/-mSoQVAEu9E/s1600-h/Reunion+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218922089625867954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1V_U6W1rI/AAAAAAAABO4/-mSoQVAEu9E/s320/Reunion+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1V_6myEQI/AAAAAAAABPA/mPwZ4iEWrIM/s1600-h/Reunion+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218922099744313602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1V_6myEQI/AAAAAAAABPA/mPwZ4iEWrIM/s320/Reunion+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1WAbU6zkI/AAAAAAAABPI/GHoMhN3N_oQ/s1600-h/Reunion+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218922108527758914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1WAbU6zkI/AAAAAAAABPI/GHoMhN3N_oQ/s320/Reunion+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie and the little kid that followed us all over the farm. Before the farm, Daren and I took Annie out in the canoe. We don't have any pics, but it was pretty amazing to see the fish jumping all around us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1UJJOLwWI/AAAAAAAABOg/dOQ6YxveO9I/s1600-h/Reunion+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218920059263238498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1UJJOLwWI/AAAAAAAABOg/dOQ6YxveO9I/s320/Reunion+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1UJoISjjI/AAAAAAAABOo/FnQmaeCDBjM/s1600-h/Reunion+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218920067560017458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1UJoISjjI/AAAAAAAABOo/FnQmaeCDBjM/s320/Reunion+240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1UJ42cSBI/AAAAAAAABOw/fwl_IoE0c6k/s1600-h/Reunion+241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218920072048560146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1UJ42cSBI/AAAAAAAABOw/fwl_IoE0c6k/s320/Reunion+241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday night, we went to Ellison Bay for a fish boil (apparently the thing to do in Door County). It's a pretty interesting experience. The dinner was pretty good. We had local whitefish and cherry pie (Door County is known for its cherries).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1SFC06z_I/AAAAAAAABOI/GAGYjjotBZE/s1600-h/Reunion+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218917789803925490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1SFC06z_I/AAAAAAAABOI/GAGYjjotBZE/s320/Reunion+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1SGJGaz4I/AAAAAAAABOY/aqVzdRbhLUw/s1600-h/Reunion+252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218917808667807618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1SGJGaz4I/AAAAAAAABOY/aqVzdRbhLUw/s320/Reunion+252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left on Wednesday and were so sad. We realized after making our plans that Daren would only be going in for one day of work since Friday was the 4th of July. We were so sad to leave our reunion friends early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday morning we just hung around the house, took lots of pics and packed up. We left around noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1Qj_YEHoI/AAAAAAAABNw/pe5M458ILcQ/s1600-h/Reunion+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218916122430283394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1Qj_YEHoI/AAAAAAAABNw/pe5M458ILcQ/s320/Reunion+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1Qk6-SUEI/AAAAAAAABOA/GHJ5ZjWCJRE/s1600-h/Reunion+253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218916138428289090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1Qk6-SUEI/AAAAAAAABOA/GHJ5ZjWCJRE/s320/Reunion+253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1Nnc_8TaI/AAAAAAAABNY/6Hx090AJYgQ/s1600-h/Reunion+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218912883386895778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1Nnc_8TaI/AAAAAAAABNY/6Hx090AJYgQ/s400/Reunion+279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG1Nn8cBqjI/AAAAAAAABNg/rA8GEPtSbOo/s1600-h/Reunion+274.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took some group pictures at the house before heading out. It had started to rain while we were taking pics, and we hit some pretty intense rain on our way to the airport. In Illinois the rain was so bad that there were people waiting it out under overpasses. We had left ourselves a big margin, and ended up barely getting to the airport on time. The girls were good in car. They took good naps. The plane was a different story. They were both SO antsy. Annie had to go potty and poopy several times, and the bad weather meant that the seatbelt sign was on a lot, so we were breaking the rules! Jill didn't sleep a wink, even though our plane left at 6pm, and Jill was on IL time. She was fussy and needed constant entertaining. Not fun. Thankfully, she wasn't too loud. The lady behind us even said that the girls were "so good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank you, reunion friends! I think this was my fave reunion yet! Also, a special shout out to Adam Rosenbaum for doing the 5am airport drop-off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-862835179749447570?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/862835179749447570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=862835179749447570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/862835179749447570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/862835179749447570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-reunion-door-county-wi.html' title='2008 Reunion! Door County, WI'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SG-WPnTW_eI/AAAAAAAABTY/Ar2w8xeJsK8/s72-c/Reunion+274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-679706509306524254</id><published>2008-06-24T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:15:52.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Matt!</title><content type='html'>For Matt's 29th birthday, we (basically my mom and I) threw Matt a going-away, fundraising, birthday, poker party. Matt loves card games (especially poker), so we had a few charity tournaments, including poker, blackjack and washboard (not cards :). Anyway, we asked Matt's friends to donate $20 to his ministry instead of buying a gift. We also had some donated prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had SUCH a great time! There was a great turn-out, and Kevin did an awesome job of running the night (although the method for choosing teams for washerboard at midnight took some teamwork). I wish I had thought to take a picture of all of those shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFvsBPbW8I/AAAAAAAABMM/MBFTHpHgVEg/s1600-h/June+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215572645509815234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFvsBPbW8I/AAAAAAAABMM/MBFTHpHgVEg/s200/June+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFvsXKK4aI/AAAAAAAABMU/Yyo2NgsheXI/s1600-h/June+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215572651393343906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFvsXKK4aI/AAAAAAAABMU/Yyo2NgsheXI/s200/June+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt ended up winning the whole poker tourney, but he gave the prize to Erica. She fought hard, but lost in a pretty dramatic, all-in last hand. Erica had it won until the river!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFvsjRkv3I/AAAAAAAABMc/TideqSlV5Ac/s1600-h/June+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215572654645624690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFvsjRkv3I/AAAAAAAABMc/TideqSlV5Ac/s200/June+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFugr-NYEI/AAAAAAAABL0/dTPfPxcmPPw/s1600-h/June+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215571351310262338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFugr-NYEI/AAAAAAAABL0/dTPfPxcmPPw/s200/June+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewey and Kristen duking it out in the blackjack tourney. Dewey won the blackjack tourney. Kristen can obviously hardly believe it. Then Sally and I are just eye candy. Neither of us won anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFuhB9jPlI/AAAAAAAABL8/wkkJgIPIB4U/s1600-h/June+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215571357213081170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFuhB9jPlI/AAAAAAAABL8/wkkJgIPIB4U/s200/June+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFuhdbBW5I/AAAAAAAABME/gHJHOo2mZH4/s1600-h/June+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215571364584446866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFuhdbBW5I/AAAAAAAABME/gHJHOo2mZH4/s200/June+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So much fun! Kevin says we should do these more often. It was really fun, and I'm so thankful that everything turned out well and everyone had a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-679706509306524254?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/679706509306524254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=679706509306524254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/679706509306524254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/679706509306524254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-matt.html' title='Happy Birthday Matt!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFvsBPbW8I/AAAAAAAABMM/MBFTHpHgVEg/s72-c/June+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-3663147279180749977</id><published>2008-06-24T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:55:46.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics of the Girls</title><content type='html'>I figured that I should post some pics before we start our vacation marathon. The girls and I are going to San Diego on Thursday, and then the whole fam flies out to WI for our Trinity reunion.&lt;br /&gt;We're so excited to see some of our Trinity friends! After that trip we're home for a week or so before we drive to Glacier National Park for a family reunion with Daren's Mom's fam. Don't even talk to me about driving all that way with two babes. I already tried to talk Daren out of it, but he's convinced it will be fun, so I am too... kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFphwgCMuI/AAAAAAAABLc/JCaM2U67zKc/s1600-h/June+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215565872147608290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFphwgCMuI/AAAAAAAABLc/JCaM2U67zKc/s200/June+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFpiQ_XHMI/AAAAAAAABLk/fz2tMPKUT6Y/s1600-h/June+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215565880868936898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFpiQ_XHMI/AAAAAAAABLk/fz2tMPKUT6Y/s200/June+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie picking strawberries. This is an Annie's choice day. She's wearing a skirt (she's really into to skirts and dresses right now), her new jelly shoes (new to her... I bought them last year on clearance :), and her hair is in "monkey ears." She's set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFpimq3aOI/AAAAAAAABLs/R_RjJ7t4mZI/s1600-h/June+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215565886688553186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFpimq3aOI/AAAAAAAABLs/R_RjJ7t4mZI/s200/June+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFoGcyVVsI/AAAAAAAABLU/cB4dmaP9-hM/s1600-h/June+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215564303487555266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFoGcyVVsI/AAAAAAAABLU/cB4dmaP9-hM/s200/June+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a little over a week now, Jill has been able to feed herself. HALLELUJAH! She's got her little pincer grasp going, and she can feed herself Cheerios and bits of banana. She's getting so big! I love that I can keep her occupied with a tray full of Cheerios. Especially because she often gets hungy and cranky while I'm trying to get dinner for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFoFuW52ZI/AAAAAAAABLE/uOT-O16Hthc/s1600-h/June+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215564291024476562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFoFuW52ZI/AAAAAAAABLE/uOT-O16Hthc/s200/June+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFoGBKTHGI/AAAAAAAABLM/YR86fNxJJ7U/s1600-h/June+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215564296071879778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFoGBKTHGI/AAAAAAAABLM/YR86fNxJJ7U/s200/June+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love these pics! I could hear Annie singing, and I snuck into the family room, and this is what I saw. Annie is doing pat-a-cake with Jill. So cute! Annie didn't notice me, even when Jill looked right at me with that huge smile. I also love that Annie's in her little undies :) This is in the morning after a warm night and the girls are still in their pjs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-3663147279180749977?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3663147279180749977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=3663147279180749977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3663147279180749977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3663147279180749977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-pics-of-girls.html' title='Some Pics of the Girls'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SGFphwgCMuI/AAAAAAAABLc/JCaM2U67zKc/s72-c/June+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-1157233485644488711</id><published>2008-06-15T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:11:05.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Rules!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWhLWxy-FI/AAAAAAAABKs/VXkzvKgd6HI/s1600-h/June+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212249360216291410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWhLWxy-FI/AAAAAAAABKs/VXkzvKgd6HI/s200/June+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWhLxgM8HI/AAAAAAAABK0/xPXSHkWOJfY/s1600-h/June+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212249367390253170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWhLxgM8HI/AAAAAAAABK0/xPXSHkWOJfY/s200/June+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWhMRAKL3I/AAAAAAAABK8/F15rGKHCba8/s1600-h/May+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212249375845789554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWhMRAKL3I/AAAAAAAABK8/F15rGKHCba8/s200/May+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so thankful for Daren. He's such a great Dad. Annie and Jill just adore him, and I love that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-1157233485644488711?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1157233485644488711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=1157233485644488711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1157233485644488711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1157233485644488711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/daddy-rules.html' title='Daddy Rules!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWhLWxy-FI/AAAAAAAABKs/VXkzvKgd6HI/s72-c/June+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-8439872165441019744</id><published>2008-06-15T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:04:02.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWV3ylJY3I/AAAAAAAABJ8/T7xyAuCoRqI/s1600-h/June+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212236929454138226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWV3ylJY3I/AAAAAAAABJ8/T7xyAuCoRqI/s200/June+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWV4fjUWAI/AAAAAAAABKE/l6ozCjgponU/s1600-h/June+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212236941526063106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWV4fjUWAI/AAAAAAAABKE/l6ozCjgponU/s200/June+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWV41JLA6I/AAAAAAAABKM/tc72v3pXlnU/s1600-h/June+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212236947321979810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWV41JLA6I/AAAAAAAABKM/tc72v3pXlnU/s200/June+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Annie is offiicially 2 1/2 (30 months) and so much fun! She's officially potty trained, which is really nice. She even sleeps in her undies. The only problem I see with this potty training thing is that I feel we sacrifice some sleep. Annie has been waking up at 6:15 since she started sleeping in undies. Since her cousins came, Annie has been very independent about the potty. She will often just go without saying anything, and come back with twisted shorts and no undies or just naked from the waist down. We don't have a stool, so she has this Gollum-like manuever that she employs to get herself into position. Sometimes she wants a little help, but then she says, "Leave me lone please."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her new hairstyle of choice is pictured above. We call them "monkey ears," and she asks me to put her hair in monkey ears every day. She also likes to have more say in what she wears. She wanted to wear her sundress yesterday, so she could "dance with grandma." Grandma was not around, but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie is really into letters lately. She can spell her name, and she loves to point out the letter A wherever she sees it. She can identify several of the letters, and she points them out on signs as we're driving. She knows her birthday, and the first, middle, and last names of some of her family members. She knows Jeremy is a Larson,but she thinks Andrew is a Blomquist. She loves to talk on the phone and is getting much better about conversation. She tells Oma that we are going camping with her (which we are). The only difficulty is thatAnnie is often hard to understand because when she gets excited, she jumps up and down. That sometimes impairs her clarity. She LOVES to sing, and I will often hear her singing a song to herself. If you say a word that is in a song that she knows, she may sing it. I told her to apologize to Jill, and she sang, "it's too late to apologize," which is on a commercial and Daddy often sings it. Annie still loves reading, and her fave book is still a Curious George anthology. She knows several of the stories by heart, and I love listening to her "read" them to herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a pretty good big sister to Jill. She likes to call Jill Sweetie Pie, Pumpkin, Jilly Bean and Bean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked in Annie's class last night at church, and that was so fun (and enlightening). For the first 20 minutes or so, Annie didn't notice I was there. She ran over to the guy who usually works in there, and started playing with blocks. She was very affectionate with the two normal teachers, and she was the best at following directions. I disagree that day care and preschool are the only/best ways to teach kids to follow directions! Annie didn't really seem to care that I was there. She had the toys that she liked, and she knew the routine, and the only time she treated me like anything other than a helper was when she fell and needed a hug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWdlQjoPKI/AAAAAAAABKU/IKWXGKyPO7s/s1600-h/June+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212245407176342690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWdlQjoPKI/AAAAAAAABKU/IKWXGKyPO7s/s200/June+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWdllt8AwI/AAAAAAAABKc/kXvlTC70GYY/s1600-h/June+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212245412856726274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWdllt8AwI/AAAAAAAABKc/kXvlTC70GYY/s200/June+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWdmJRwFPI/AAAAAAAABKk/gMOqii07fAs/s1600-h/June+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212245422402180338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWdmJRwFPI/AAAAAAAABKk/gMOqii07fAs/s200/June+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I wrote an update on Jill pretty recently, and there's not much new going on! She still sits up really well. Still no teeth, no crawling, and no talking :) Although, she babbles a lot. It sounds like she's saying "Bob Loblaw."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor little Jill is sick again! It seems like her immune system has been down for a month and she gets sick often. She's had three illnesses so far: stomach flu, cough, cough. Boo. Both of the coughs were accompanied by fevers, which I don't think Annie had until she was one! This second round of the cough made her a little fussy yesterday, but she slept well last night and seemed much happier today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill is enjoying her solid foods, although she seems to have a slight allergy to pears. Her face gets blotchy,but we haven't noticed anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She just loves Daren. She gives him big smiles and seems to really like being rocked by him. She does not like being rocked by me! Daren and Jill hung out last night while Annie and I went to church, so Jill wouldn't get all the other kiddos sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill's hair is long enough to put in a little Pebbles Flintstone do on the top of her head. Her hair is like that in one of the above pictures, but it's a little hard to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so thankful for our girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-8439872165441019744?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8439872165441019744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=8439872165441019744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8439872165441019744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8439872165441019744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls.html' title='The Girls'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFWV3ylJY3I/AAAAAAAABJ8/T7xyAuCoRqI/s72-c/June+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-774871226846506328</id><published>2008-06-13T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:12:16.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love Our Cuzzies!</title><content type='html'>This week my mom brought my three nephews to come stay a couple days with us. I just have to say, five kids is a lot! Annie just loved having her cousins visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and the boys arrived at about 7:30am on a June-gloomy Wednesday. After I made a coffee run, and the kids destroyed the family room, we decided to walk to the park. By 10am, it was officially HOT.  We had a really nice walk, but we all thought that a picnic at the lake would be a nice way to cool off before naps. Both babies slept in the cars (Tyler is one and Jill 7 months) while mom and I got the kids in their suits, sandwiches made, and beach toys and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accoutrements&lt;/span&gt; together. We headed over to the lake for the most wonderful couple hours. Mom and I could just watch the babies as the older three would just play and play. For whatever reason, there wasn't much fighting at the lake, and the older three were pretty self-sufficient. Of course, I forgot the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home, attempted to get five kids to take naps, and a went for another coffee run. I had to go up a couple times, and I kept hearing Annie say, "We got Ratatootie from Blockbuster. We can watch it tonight. You wanna watch Ratatootie?" My mom stayed with three sleeping kiddos (Jeremy, Jill and Tyler), one semi-sleeper (Annie) and one non-sleeper (Andrew), while I went to get a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had frozen pizza and salad for the kiddos for dinner before watching Ratatootie. While they watched I made them popcorn, and gave them gummi bears (bribery for eating salad). We put the five kids to bed by 8pm, but were up trying to get Annie and Jer to stop chattering and getting up for at least another hour. When I went up, Jer was out of bed, and he said, "Auntie, just look at how dark it is in here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFL4i7vy1yI/AAAAAAAABJc/PytIkh4QTBM/s1600-h/June+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211500997858481954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFL4i7vy1yI/AAAAAAAABJc/PytIkh4QTBM/s320/June+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dining alfresco. The kiddos did a good job eating their pizza and salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFL4jaRPrkI/AAAAAAAABJk/pJAwhyFSCG0/s1600-h/June+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211501006051847746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFL4jaRPrkI/AAAAAAAABJk/pJAwhyFSCG0/s320/June+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kiddos watching Ratatootie. Of course watching the movie is the only thing I got pics of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFL4j97CgFI/AAAAAAAABJs/jTs8BUD77gU/s1600-h/June+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211501015622385746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFL4j97CgFI/AAAAAAAABJs/jTs8BUD77gU/s320/June+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a late night and a EARLY morning, we had cereal for breakfast, and the kids donned their helmets and spent a couple hours in the front yard riding scooters and drawing with chalk. At about 10:30, we headed over to the lake again to meet up with some friends and lots of kids! We had another successful day at the lake. After the lake, we said goodbye and recovered for the rest of the afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-774871226846506328?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/774871226846506328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=774871226846506328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/774871226846506328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/774871226846506328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-love-our-cuzzies.html' title='We Love Our Cuzzies!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFL4i7vy1yI/AAAAAAAABJc/PytIkh4QTBM/s72-c/June+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-3608122763157991916</id><published>2008-06-13T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:41:34.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Good, Old-Fashioned Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We've spent the last few weekends at home, which is so nice for us. A few weekends ago, we bought a little bike trailer to tow the kiddos in. Last weekend, we decided to take them for a short ride to have a picnic in the park. After a about a mile of riding, Jill (who is probably too young for the trailor) was asleep and slumped over in an uncomfortable-looking position. Daren decided to try and fix her, but she was NOT happy about that. She screamed the whole way to the park. I kept feeling like the bad mom who strapped her too-young baby into a bike trailer. Anyway, we made it too the park, and Jill calmed down and enjoyed her lunch. Annie was thrilled to have a picnic and wanted to play and play and play in the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got ready to leave, Jill threw another fit upon being placed in the trailer. I made Daren ride home to get the van because I didn't want to be towing a screaming Jill all the way home. Annie was happy to have more time to play.  Daren came back and took Jill home, while I rode my bike and pulled Annie in the trailer. She loved it. She had her feet up, and I could hear her mumbling to herself. When we got home, she told Daren, "I'm pretty tired from my ride." I would say that I should be the tired one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFL0ZRLnYnI/AAAAAAAABJE/kh8Dnw7KpKk/s1600-h/June+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211496433767113330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFL0ZRLnYnI/AAAAAAAABJE/kh8Dnw7KpKk/s320/June+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right before Jill lost it. She didn't like having the top put over the trailer. Don't ask my why Annie is trying to pour water on her knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFL0aJ7lpwI/AAAAAAAABJM/JfTE2rh73x0/s1600-h/June+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211496449000711938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFL0aJ7lpwI/AAAAAAAABJM/JfTE2rh73x0/s320/June+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the park and ready to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFL0aatb0MI/AAAAAAAABJU/9uD-1yv1ypw/s1600-h/June+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211496453504749762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFL0aatb0MI/AAAAAAAABJU/9uD-1yv1ypw/s320/June+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and I are baking chocolate chip cookies. She helped through the whole process. She poured in every ingredient, and she even helped crack the eggs. She's a little bit of a strange girl, though. She kept getting scolded for tasting the flour/baking soda/salt mixture. Yuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-3608122763157991916?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3608122763157991916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=3608122763157991916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3608122763157991916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3608122763157991916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-good-old-fashioned-family-fun.html' title='Some Good, Old-Fashioned Family Fun'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SFL0ZRLnYnI/AAAAAAAABJE/kh8Dnw7KpKk/s72-c/June+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-7682947583185489373</id><published>2008-05-31T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:14:43.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sorry that I haven't updated for awhile, but I've been potty training this week! I feel so busy, even though I'm just staying at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great Memorial Day weekend! I went out on Thursday to see my mom's lecture. She's doing a Lecture Series at the Thousand Oaks Library called Answers for Women. I went to the second lecture on Fear, Anxiety and Worry. I don't really think I struggle with those things too much, but I still learned a lot, and I was so proud of her! Dad baby-sat both girls by himself! I'm so proud of him too. Both girls were asleep and content when I got home, and Dad looked calm. Pretty impressive! He did note that Annie was a professional staller. She used her best lines on him: "Wanna play a couple minutes? Wanna read a story with you, Dude! Wanna watch How Do You Know?" That last one is the musical number from Enchanted. Dude showed it to Annie, and she LOVES it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Daren joined us, and Dad, Daren and I went to see Indiana Jones. It was fun to be out seeing a movie, but we were all ho-hum about this much-anticipated sequel. Saturday was our super-fun day. We are so thankful to Mom and Dad for giving us a break and letting us enjoy some time with each other and with our friends (who are also our cousins :). We spent pretty much all of Saturday with our cousins, Katie and Ryan and Kevin and Keely. We played tennis (we did a little doubles tourney, with some singles while we waited for our turn). We came back to my folks' house and played games: 10 Days in Europe and Seafarers. Then we had dinner (Chipotle- as per usual :).  When Mom and Dad came home from church, we played a huge game of Liverpool. We topped off the day with a soak in the spa. So fun! In the words of Ryan Shook (or maybe Katie quoting Ryan), it was, "the best day ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the Memorial Day Picnic! We went to church first, and then headed over to the park. We saw SO many wonderful people, and had such a nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SEFwqg1rT5I/AAAAAAAABIs/vdChrrJH5FY/s1600-h/03-08+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206566519888891794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SEFwqg1rT5I/AAAAAAAABIs/vdChrrJH5FY/s320/03-08+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stephanie, Casey, Matt and I took the kids over to the play area. They had a blast. I always love watching Annie interact with her cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SEFwqw1rT6I/AAAAAAAABI0/iClYT_ldVMQ/s1600-h/03-08+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206566524183859106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SEFwqw1rT6I/AAAAAAAABI0/iClYT_ldVMQ/s320/03-08+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Jeremy are having too much fun. Annie thinks Jer is hilarious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SEFwrQ1rT7I/AAAAAAAABI8/I9DB7vOFND0/s1600-h/03-08+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206566532773793714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SEFwrQ1rT7I/AAAAAAAABI8/I9DB7vOFND0/s320/03-08+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Casey is playing wit all the kids on the giany see-saw. That's Annie in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SEFvbA1rT2I/AAAAAAAABIU/YGQQUmS7Pnk/s1600-h/03-08+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206565154089291618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SEFvbA1rT2I/AAAAAAAABIU/YGQQUmS7Pnk/s320/03-08+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Auntie Katie is playing with Jill. This is how Jill interacts at this point in her life. She grabs your face and tries to rip it off! And she looks so cute and happy while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SEFvbg1rT3I/AAAAAAAABIc/eq6j8mUmwuA/s1600-h/03-08+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206565162679226226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SEFvbg1rT3I/AAAAAAAABIc/eq6j8mUmwuA/s320/03-08+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Auntie Katie and Annie are watching the boys dominate in the volleyball tournament.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SEFvbw1rT4I/AAAAAAAABIk/RIZxcfYVytY/s1600-h/03-08+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206565166974193538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SEFvbw1rT4I/AAAAAAAABIk/RIZxcfYVytY/s320/03-08+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Team domination: Ryan H, Ryan S, Michael T, Daren, Tom S, and Rob P.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a super-fun Memorial Day picnic and some relaxing at home with the folks (including a dip in the spa), they offered to baby-sit once again, so we could go see a movie. Hooray! We went and saw Prince Caspian, which was great! We really enjoyed it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such a fun weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-7682947583185489373?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7682947583185489373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=7682947583185489373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7682947583185489373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7682947583185489373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SEFwqg1rT5I/AAAAAAAABIs/vdChrrJH5FY/s72-c/03-08+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-3771927670813765592</id><published>2008-05-18T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:42:57.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready for the Summer?</title><content type='html'>The heat is on out here in the OC! We've had a few days of 90-degree weather, and we've been enjoying it. We filled up our much-bigger-than-we were-expecting baby pool, we've gone to the lake a couple times, and Annie and I went to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we went to the lake with some friends. Our neighbors have lake access also, so they joined us. And Annie, Jill and I invited our friends Brooklyn, Boston and Jill to be our guests, and we had such a nice time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCp290r2cI/AAAAAAAABHU/xIhYQ5KOwjE/s1600-h/May+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201844331386493378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCp290r2cI/AAAAAAAABHU/xIhYQ5KOwjE/s320/May+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Tyson are enjoying snacks in the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201845546862238194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCq9t0r2fI/AAAAAAAABHs/YHZIlvaNzWs/s320/May+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Brooklyn, Annie and Tyson playing out in the water with Mette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCp3d0r2dI/AAAAAAAABHc/RI4X22sb3NA/s1600-h/May+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201844339976427986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCp3d0r2dI/AAAAAAAABHc/RI4X22sb3NA/s320/May+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie giving Tyson a hug. I can tell by the way her mouth is that she's saying, "HUUUUG!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCp390r2eI/AAAAAAAABHk/KV-4EGGQ6zo/s1600-h/May+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201844348566362594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCp390r2eI/AAAAAAAABHk/KV-4EGGQ6zo/s320/May+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Brooklyn enjoying the sand, sun and perfect-temp water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Daren took care of Jill while Annie and I joined a couple girls from our Life Group at the beach. We went to the Aliso Creek Beach, and while the parking was awesome (steps from the sand, no hills or stairs), the waves were scary! They were huge sand-breakers, and we even saw a couple kids get taken out by them! Thankfully, their dad was right there, so he grabbed them before they got pulled out. Anyway, Annie was not interested in even putting her toes in that water, so we sat in the sand and chatted with our friends. We also spent 20 minutes in the little park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Sunday) Daren and I took the girls to the lake. It was a little more crowded than Friday, but still wonderful. We spent lots of time in the water and enjoyed the warm sunshine. Today wasn't as hot as yesterday, so it was just perfect at the lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCrsd0r2iI/AAAAAAAABIE/27PzaFRlZwg/s1600-h/May+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201846350021122594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCrsd0r2iI/AAAAAAAABIE/27PzaFRlZwg/s320/May+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill is resting in the shade. She just got her little toes wet today. She's still sick, so I didn't want to get her all wet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCrs90r2jI/AAAAAAAABIM/diDD8sDsPAg/s1600-h/May+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201846358611057202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCrs90r2jI/AAAAAAAABIM/diDD8sDsPAg/s320/May+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren and Annie out swimming in the water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCq990r2gI/AAAAAAAABH0/TlixfprhdlQ/s1600-h/May+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201845551157205506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCq990r2gI/AAAAAAAABH0/TlixfprhdlQ/s320/May+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCq-d0r2hI/AAAAAAAABH8/35s0deZCQ8Y/s1600-h/May+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201845559747140114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCq-d0r2hI/AAAAAAAABH8/35s0deZCQ8Y/s320/May+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Annie's favorite things is having snacks on a towel in the sun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-3771927670813765592?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3771927670813765592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=3771927670813765592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3771927670813765592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3771927670813765592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-ready-for-summer.html' title='Are You Ready for the Summer?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCp290r2cI/AAAAAAAABHU/xIhYQ5KOwjE/s72-c/May+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-4349015369071348787</id><published>2008-05-18T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:08:43.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>My dad taught Annie the Sisters song from White Christmas. If my dad taught it to her, you know she's learned the wrong words. She can often be heard singing to her little people or to herself, "Sisters, sisters, everybody needs a lot of sisters!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie loves her little sister, and it's so fun to see them interact more and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCoG90r2YI/AAAAAAAABG8/drIWTDCq6CU/s1600-h/April+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201842407241144706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCoG90r2YI/AAAAAAAABG8/drIWTDCq6CU/s320/April+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Jill hanging out with Daddy in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCoHt0r2aI/AAAAAAAABHI/a34JGSMAcJk/s1600-h/May+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201842420126046626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCoHt0r2aI/AAAAAAAABHI/a34JGSMAcJk/s320/May+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sitting on the floor. Annie is enjoying a popsicle and Jill's enviously watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-4349015369071348787?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4349015369071348787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=4349015369071348787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4349015369071348787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4349015369071348787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCoG90r2YI/AAAAAAAABG8/drIWTDCq6CU/s72-c/April+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-7837728917386896401</id><published>2008-05-18T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:00:55.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sick Little Bean</title><content type='html'>Poor little Jilly Bean has gotten sick for the second time in her short little life! She had the stomach flu three weeks ago (or something like that), and now she has a cough. Annie (being an only child for her first year and never having the luxury of a two-year-old sister rubbing her snotty nose all over her face) didn't really get sick at all until right around her first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to hear Jill coughing. She had a couple nights where she had trouble breathing, and that just turns her daddy into a worry wart! We have been putting Jill to bed in her carseat to keep her head elevated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not taken her to the doctor yet, but I called the nurse, and she thought Jill's symptoms sounded like post-nasal drip. She also said that it always sounds terrible with babies because they don't know what to do with all the mucous (TMI?). Anywho, Jill's sick, and D and I can't wait until she gets better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCkIN0r2VI/AAAAAAAABGk/2ql974pC34A/s1600-h/May+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201838030669470034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCkIN0r2VI/AAAAAAAABGk/2ql974pC34A/s320/May+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even though she's sick, Jill's still plugging away at the milestones. She's sitting up by herself (not getting into the sitting position, just holding herself up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCkIt0r2WI/AAAAAAAABGs/KoUmdkmSWEw/s1600-h/May+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201838039259404642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCkIt0r2WI/AAAAAAAABGs/KoUmdkmSWEw/s320/May+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill's into jewelry. I had friends who said that their babies loved to wear necklaces and play with them. Annie did not like things around her neck, but Jill loves that idea! I will not leave her unattended with a necklace on as I don't trust Annie to not try and take it away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCkJN0r2XI/AAAAAAAABG0/npJuExHeth8/s1600-h/May+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201838047849339250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCkJN0r2XI/AAAAAAAABG0/npJuExHeth8/s320/May+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to Christina for letting us borrow the Bumbo! Jill loves it! It keeps her in a less vulnerable position than flat on the floor where Annie could step on her, drop things on her or whatever she may do when I'm not looking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS- I LOVE Jill's cupie doll curls at the top of her head. Her hair is starting to fill in, but it's in that odd way that baby hair grows: tons on the right side, none on the left, a few super-long strands here and there, etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-7837728917386896401?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7837728917386896401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=7837728917386896401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7837728917386896401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7837728917386896401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sick-little-bean.html' title='My Sick Little Bean'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SDCkIN0r2VI/AAAAAAAABGk/2ql974pC34A/s72-c/May+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-863407830709295306</id><published>2008-05-09T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:09:48.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful for My Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SCTDwCHNX4I/AAAAAAAABGE/0wVDeTmwOHY/s1600-h/May+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198495099860639618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SCTDwCHNX4I/AAAAAAAABGE/0wVDeTmwOHY/s320/May+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday morning, Mom invited Matt and Kristen and the boys over for waffles. It was so nice to just hang out and enjoy the morning. We put Jill andTyler down for their morning naps and then Mom said she'd stay with them, while the rest of us went to the pool. We had a blast with the kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom then said she'd watch our girls so that Dad, Daren and I could go see Ironman. We appreciated mom so much this weekend! We were so thankful for some time away from the girls, and the girls were so excited to spend some time with their grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SCTcDyHNX6I/AAAAAAAABGU/WVoKh8nOvwE/s1600-h/May+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198521827442122658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SCTcDyHNX6I/AAAAAAAABGU/WVoKh8nOvwE/s320/May+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday night:  Kristen, Matt, me and Daren went out to dinner, to see Brian Regan and then we topped our night off with ice cream sandwiches from Diddy Riese. Brian Regan was awesome, and my stomach hurt from laughing so hard. It was so fun to spend some timewith M and K before they move out to IL for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SCTcFSHNX7I/AAAAAAAABGc/752BXv-fEzc/s1600-h/May+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198521853211926450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SCTcFSHNX7I/AAAAAAAABGc/752BXv-fEzc/s320/May+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt and Kristen at Chili's for dinner. We had planned to go to Olive Garden in Westwood, but it had closed down! Oh well, Chili's tasted great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SCTDvyHNX3I/AAAAAAAABF8/r3Z-dH2PWeU/s1600-h/May+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198495108450574226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SCTDwiHNX5I/AAAAAAAABGM/1gDiWxSJDMs/s320/May+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;D and I at Chili's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mom for giving us such a nice weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-863407830709295306?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/863407830709295306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=863407830709295306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/863407830709295306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/863407830709295306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-thankful-for-my-mom.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful for My Mom!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SCTDwCHNX4I/AAAAAAAABGE/0wVDeTmwOHY/s72-c/May+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-8851140220262134870</id><published>2008-04-29T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:15:31.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jill is 6 Months!</title><content type='html'>Jill is six months old tomorrow! We had her six-month check-up today, and she seems to be doing great. The doc said that despite her recent bout of the stomach flu (poor little baby), she was gaining well and growing strong. She can roll over (I think both ways, but I've never actually witnessed from back to front). She doesn't have any teeth yet, but that's fine by me. She's very rsponsive and aware; she looks at who's talking and often smiles at them.&lt;br /&gt;Jill's Stats:&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 16lb, 5oz&lt;br /&gt;Height: 25 1/2"&lt;br /&gt;She's 1/2 pound lighter and 3/4 inches shorter than Annie was at her appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBeJyj76o4I/AAAAAAAABFs/DTeLquNOyoA/s1600-h/April+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194772196928168834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBeJyj76o4I/AAAAAAAABFs/DTeLquNOyoA/s320/April+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill is our little smiler. She smiles at everyone. Strangers just love her because she smiles all the time. She's been a very easy baby so far, which has been so nice. I'm thankful for her sweet disposition and her portability. That being said, she's recently become aware of when we have left her alone, and she does not like it! That means that I'm toting her from room to room with me. She also has had her first crying fits in the nursery at church, where they had to call me out of the service. That's happened twice in the last 6 weeks, and that's not fun for me! In fact it makes me nervous when she's crying so hard because it's so rare, that I'm not sure I'll be able to calm her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBeJzD76o5I/AAAAAAAABF0/Er8ZjGYkZ6w/s1600-h/April+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194772205518103442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBeJzD76o5I/AAAAAAAABF0/Er8ZjGYkZ6w/s320/April+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We just introduced Jill to rice cereal this week. She's had it three times, and she seems to really like it. Being her dextrous little self, she really wants to hold the spoon. She's not a natural eater like Annie was- she pushes the food out with her tongue more than A ever did. But Jill's a better nurser, so I'm not complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBeI3j76o1I/AAAAAAAABFU/ZYIz8Vczqyk/s1600-h/April+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194771183315886930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBeI3j76o1I/AAAAAAAABFU/ZYIz8Vczqyk/s320/April+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice the funky hair. There are several long strands growing over the left ear. Jill has almost te same hair as Annie did. Annie had the same weird hair growth patterns, and they both had cradle cap at this time. Jill's hair is a tad lighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBeI3z76o2I/AAAAAAAABFc/s9OMgvSur3s/s1600-h/April+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194771187610854242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBeI3z76o2I/AAAAAAAABFc/s9OMgvSur3s/s320/April+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill loves toys! She loves her play gym, her exersaucer, anything that she can get her hands on. She puts all toys in her mouth, and she's been gnawing on everything like a crazy person. I think she's getting teeth (but I've been saying that for a month :). She has the same exersaucer as Annelise McNay (gotta love it :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBeI4T76o3I/AAAAAAAABFk/vEJhc2aKMfA/s1600-h/April+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194771196200788850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBeI4T76o3I/AAAAAAAABFk/vEJhc2aKMfA/s320/April+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are so thankful for little Jill. She just adores Annie. Annie can make Jill stop fussing by singing to her. If I sing, she sometimes stops, but Annie has a better track record. Annie's song for Jill is Five Little Ducks. Jill has recently been snagging Annie's toys. I can see that this will be an issue. Annie is recently into claiming everything as "mine" or "Annie's." She will even ask, "Is the TV Annie's? Is the bathtub Annie's?" So far, we haven't had any problems, but I know they're coming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's all to report. I can't believe my baby is six months old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-8851140220262134870?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8851140220262134870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=8851140220262134870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8851140220262134870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8851140220262134870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/jill-is-6-months.html' title='Jill is 6 Months!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBeJyj76o4I/AAAAAAAABFs/DTeLquNOyoA/s72-c/April+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-8112879255572694451</id><published>2008-04-25T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:21:40.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Steph...</title><content type='html'>So, we splurged with our tax refund and got some patio furniture. For some reason this year, we got a really big refund. We are thankful (even though it basically means that we paid the gov. too much :). We'll take it! We hav lived in this house for three years with no patio furniture. Well, we had some chairs that people had given us. We didn't have any patio furniture that we paid for. Katie and Ryan gave us their plastic Adirondak chairs, our friend Matt gave us some cheap white plastic chairs (that he was planning to throw away, but Daren saved), and we had our camping chairs given to us for our wedding from the Spences and the Collinses. Now we can use those for camping and enjoy our nice view in our first purchased outdoor furniture ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBH1Jz76ozI/AAAAAAAABFE/WZ4L5ktFtB4/s1600-h/April+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193201394244035378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBH1Jz76ozI/AAAAAAAABFE/WZ4L5ktFtB4/s320/April+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our litte seating area. It's super comfy and it looks out over our slope into the city of Lake Forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBH1Lz76o0I/AAAAAAAABFM/6WSY-4OQYD4/s1600-h/April+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193201428603773762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBH1Lz76o0I/AAAAAAAABFM/6WSY-4OQYD4/s320/April+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's our new table. Annie loves being spun on the chairs. You can remove that center tile and replace it with the "umbrella tile" to put an umbrella in there, but we have it under our patio cover, so I think we're okay right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you enjoyed this, Steph. Please come visit us, and we can hang out in our lovely backyard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-8112879255572694451?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8112879255572694451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=8112879255572694451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8112879255572694451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8112879255572694451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-steph.html' title='For Steph...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SBH1Jz76ozI/AAAAAAAABFE/WZ4L5ktFtB4/s72-c/April+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-4679120054355312124</id><published>2008-04-22T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:39:01.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberries!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SA5gVz76oqI/AAAAAAAABEE/LNoarPtVzSE/s1600-h/April+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192193348239794850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SA5gVz76oqI/AAAAAAAABEE/LNoarPtVzSE/s320/April+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SA5gWj76orI/AAAAAAAABEM/cntTrRyR3MY/s1600-h/April+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192193361124696754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SA5gWj76orI/AAAAAAAABEM/cntTrRyR3MY/s320/April+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SA5d4D76opI/AAAAAAAABD8/3jYNBWtq_Fk/s1600-h/April+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192190638115431058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SA5d4D76opI/AAAAAAAABD8/3jYNBWtq_Fk/s320/April+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I planted a tomato, a bell pepper, and a cucumber in one of my whiskey barrels. In the other one I planted an orange tree and strawberries. I think the strawberries were the only things that we used! Annie would go out and pick a strawberry or two almost every day. This year Annie and I went to Home Depot and bought 9 more strawberry plants. We filled all of our containers with strawberries so that we'd have lots this year! We're hoping for some good ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-4679120054355312124?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4679120054355312124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=4679120054355312124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4679120054355312124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4679120054355312124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/strawberries.html' title='Strawberries!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SA5gVz76oqI/AAAAAAAABEE/LNoarPtVzSE/s72-c/April+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-1347341832546714491</id><published>2008-04-15T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:44:05.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girls!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that Jill will be 6 months old in a couple weeks! Crazy. She is the age that Annie was when we took Annie to Brazil. It's an interesting age. Jill's recent behavior is giving me flashbacks to when Annie was this age. She has just started complaining when she's left with someone other than Daren or myself. She doesn't cry when we leave (Annie never did either), but she cries later, and whoever is watching her can't get her stop. Actually, I say this like it's happened a lot. It's only happened twice, but I'm preparing for this to be a little phase like the one Annie went through. Annie gave Oma, Georgie and Aunt Anisa a hard time when Daren and Scott and I went out a few times in Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;Jill is so cute though! She gives these hearty, gutteral chuckles, she smiles at everyone (this is something Annie did not do- Annie was our "serious" baby), and she loves to play with toys (also something that Annie wasn't into). Jill will hold and gnaw on her teething-type toys, she will lie on her back and bat at her animals on the playmat, and she will sit and play in her exersaucer. So fun! If she doesn't have a toy, she will play with her pacifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATdr9nNOKI/AAAAAAAABC4/rV_37Eo9O7k/s1600-h/April+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189516417980774562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATdr9nNOKI/AAAAAAAABC4/rV_37Eo9O7k/s320/April+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie has just entered a new phase too. She's just upped her desire for indepence. Her will grows stronger every day. She decided last week that she wanted undies. She's been taking pretty well to half-hearted potty training (I was planning to do this in the summer when I didn't have anything going on!). She loves her undies, and she is really good about going potty. We haven't pooped yet (TMI? "I used to say don't go there, but that's lame."- Michael Scott).&lt;br /&gt;We've also recently encountered what I like to call, the super tantrum. Oh. Now I know why people call the twos terrible! Annie has thrown three of these "super tantrums" where she will scream these low, throaty, possessed-sounding screams. There is no talking to her- she doesn't hear anything. I think it's when she gets over-tired and then doesn't get what she wants. The three things that have set her off are the following, "no, you can't run in the street without holding a hand. No, you can't have lotion right now." and "No, you can't clean the floors now, you have to take a nap." These are things we say to her every day! They just happened to be the things that set her off when she's tired.&lt;br /&gt;Annie is definitely learning how to express what she wants. I asked her this morning if she was ready to get dressed, and she said, "um no. I'm just hanging out in my pjs." So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATdsdnNOLI/AAAAAAAABDA/nPgXx-ZS5eU/s1600-h/April+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189516426570709170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATdsdnNOLI/AAAAAAAABDA/nPgXx-ZS5eU/s320/April+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-1347341832546714491?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1347341832546714491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=1347341832546714491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1347341832546714491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1347341832546714491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-girls.html' title='Big Girls!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATdr9nNOKI/AAAAAAAABC4/rV_37Eo9O7k/s72-c/April+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-6218142140269352965</id><published>2008-04-15T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:50:31.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The WAP (Wild Animal Park)</title><content type='html'>Aunt Leanna and her friend, Patty took Annie, Jill and me to the Wild Animal Park in Escondido. I hadn't been there for 20 years, so it was a whole new experience! After a little bit of trouble getting to the park (we missed a turn, and then Annie threw up on her pants), we finally made it. It was probably good that A threw up because she seemed to feel much better after that, and I had brought her some shorts. It was pretty hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATVrdnNOHI/AAAAAAAABCg/CPS_K0rQz4U/s1600-h/April+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189507613297817714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATVrdnNOHI/AAAAAAAABCg/CPS_K0rQz4U/s320/April+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leanna and Annie looking at the lions. There are six new cubs that are 5 months old (Jill's age). They were so cute and lively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATVr9nNOII/AAAAAAAABCo/OFosAVUV4FU/s1600-h/April+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189507621887752322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATVr9nNOII/AAAAAAAABCo/OFosAVUV4FU/s320/April+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lions are out and roaming around. These are the two mama lions and the big daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATVsNnNOJI/AAAAAAAABCw/UFDZWGPYCIE/s1600-h/April+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189507626182719634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATVsNnNOJI/AAAAAAAABCw/UFDZWGPYCIE/s320/April+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill giving Patty big smiles on the Journey of Africa ride. Annie was more interested in the fact that we were riding on a train than the fact that there were cool animals right outside. She did not want to sit in anyone's lap, even though she couldn't really see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATT2NnNOEI/AAAAAAAABCI/2vWrg_4vntk/s1600-h/April+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189505598958155842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATT2NnNOEI/AAAAAAAABCI/2vWrg_4vntk/s320/April+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Leanna looking at some cool birds. The birds roam the park pretty freely. There was an interesting heron who was eyeing everyone's food when we were eating lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATT2tnNOFI/AAAAAAAABCQ/BFi9XbmmRtg/s1600-h/April+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189505607548090450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATT2tnNOFI/AAAAAAAABCQ/BFi9XbmmRtg/s320/April+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie at the petting zoo. She loved petting the animals. Although sometimes they would shudder (like cows and horses do to get flies off), and that would startle Annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATT29nNOGI/AAAAAAAABCY/h8h4mNT46no/s1600-h/April+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189505611843057762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATT29nNOGI/AAAAAAAABCY/h8h4mNT46no/s320/April+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-6218142140269352965?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6218142140269352965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=6218142140269352965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6218142140269352965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6218142140269352965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/wap-wild-animal-park.html' title='The WAP (Wild Animal Park)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATVrdnNOHI/AAAAAAAABCg/CPS_K0rQz4U/s72-c/April+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-8540345638359541049</id><published>2008-04-15T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:54:07.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat 08</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I have some catching up to do! The first weekend of April, I left the girls with Daren, and went up to Santa Barbara with my peeps from EVFree. It was such a great weekend, although, i am so over pumping, but it was totally worth it to have a weekend away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATNB9nNOBI/AAAAAAAABBw/SYgLRWKQAjA/s1600-h/April+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189498104240224274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATNB9nNOBI/AAAAAAAABBw/SYgLRWKQAjA/s320/April+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cabin: Casey, Keri, Steph, me and Heather. I really appreciate these girls letting me crash their home church cabin. I loved spending time with all of them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATNCdnNOCI/AAAAAAAABB4/yUZMc0uatNQ/s1600-h/April+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189498112830158882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATNCdnNOCI/AAAAAAAABB4/yUZMc0uatNQ/s320/April+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kristen and me by the fire. It was pretty chilly in the evenings, but an unflattering Mammoth sweatshirt always takes the edge off!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATNDNnNODI/AAAAAAAABCA/ebPFSNP-330/s1600-h/April+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189498125715060786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATNDNnNODI/AAAAAAAABCA/ebPFSNP-330/s320/April+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prego Heather at the beach. We walked to the beach during our free time. It was a beautiful walk, and we went during low tide, so we saw some little sea creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-8540345638359541049?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8540345638359541049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=8540345638359541049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8540345638359541049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8540345638359541049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/retreat-08.html' title='Retreat 08'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/SATNB9nNOBI/AAAAAAAABBw/SYgLRWKQAjA/s72-c/April+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-3028890382929492369</id><published>2008-04-07T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:58:22.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie Sings Rock Chalk Jayhawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f30d8a60eaf21231" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df30d8a60eaf21231%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331388890%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B04D8D60D592A4E77576E80E3496A8CB62C590F.7315A6EFBD83EC41DCBAF7BE7893167D7C98D3F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df30d8a60eaf21231%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxY__AzzgD8a0SvbV2IRjKMvPNHg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df30d8a60eaf21231%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331388890%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B04D8D60D592A4E77576E80E3496A8CB62C590F.7315A6EFBD83EC41DCBAF7BE7893167D7C98D3F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df30d8a60eaf21231%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxY__AzzgD8a0SvbV2IRjKMvPNHg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-3028890382929492369?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f30d8a60eaf21231&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3028890382929492369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=3028890382929492369' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3028890382929492369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3028890382929492369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/annie-sings-rock-chalk-jayhawk.html' title='Annie Sings Rock Chalk Jayhawk'/><author><name>Daren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259242012096764991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-4278774622021393511</id><published>2008-03-24T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:14:47.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-gTB_xLtPI/AAAAAAAABBg/TLOEparj6ZQ/s1600-h/Easter+08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181412296308274418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-gTB_xLtPI/AAAAAAAABBg/TLOEparj6ZQ/s320/Easter+08+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a nice Easter this year! On Friday night, we went to the Good Friday service at ROCKharbor. Annie said she had fun in Sunday school, and we enjoyed being at RH for at least one Easter-ish service. On Saturday morning Daren went to his men's group, and then we headed out to Newbury Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Saturday night service. I was distracted because I got called out for Jill twice! That was the first time I've ever had trouble with her at church or Nurture. I guess she was pretty fussy and the nursery had lots of fussy babies, so I took Jill off their hands. She was fine with me holding her in the back of the auditorium, and she even fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to dinner with a bunch of friends and lots of kids (mostly little girls). Annie had a blast eating her favorite food (Chipotle) and running around with other little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to my parents' house and put Annie to bed in the same room that Andrew and Jeremy were in. Annie was in a pack n play, and Andrew and Jeremy were in the bunk beds. Annie kept Jeremy up for nearly an hour jabbering his ear off. The few times I came up I heard her telling him the following, "I have Chipotle. I have a babing suit. I'n going in the spa. Grandma has a babing suit. She's going in the spa. I play with the blocks." The third time I came up she was chattering away to a sleeping Jeremy (Andrew slept through the whole thing). Earlier Jeremy had been adding a little to the conversation. After I laid her down the third time, she fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, my mom's mom, dad, stepmom, and sister came to join the Matt Larson fam, Blomquist fam and mom and dad for lunch and an Easter egg hunt after church. We all had a blast, and somehow Matt, Kristen, Daren and I got all five kids down for naps at the same time so we could play a game of Settlers. Very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed home yesterday afternoon and enjoyed a relaxing evening and an early bedtime :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-gTCfxLtQI/AAAAAAAABBo/82Pk_1y8_iY/s1600-h/Easter+08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181412304898209026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-gTCfxLtQI/AAAAAAAABBo/82Pk_1y8_iY/s320/Easter+08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f9MPxLtMI/AAAAAAAABBI/THVVB0IR_K4/s1600-h/Easter+08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181388283146122434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f9MPxLtMI/AAAAAAAABBI/THVVB0IR_K4/s200/Easter+08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and her grandkids baked some sugar cookies for our Easter gathering. I think I found a cookie with a lick-mark in the frosting. I guess that's what you get when you let a 2-year-old, a 3-year-old, and a 5-year-old decorate cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f9M_xLtNI/AAAAAAAABBQ/wuHvxeHYMjE/s1600-h/Easter+08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181388296031024338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f9M_xLtNI/AAAAAAAABBQ/wuHvxeHYMjE/s200/Easter+08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f9NvxLtOI/AAAAAAAABBY/f6i45fruZDY/s1600-h/Easter+08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181388308915926242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f9NvxLtOI/AAAAAAAABBY/f6i45fruZDY/s200/Easter+08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f7EvxLtKI/AAAAAAAABA4/YJ5rzLjNcdk/s1600-h/Easter+08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181385955273847970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f7EvxLtKI/AAAAAAAABA4/YJ5rzLjNcdk/s200/Easter+08+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f7FfxLtLI/AAAAAAAABBA/FElkn1CeJ-o/s1600-h/Easter+08+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181385968158749874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f7FfxLtLI/AAAAAAAABBA/FElkn1CeJ-o/s200/Easter+08+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie and I waited outside for the cousins, Great-Great Grandma (what Annie calls my grandma), Auntie Di, Grandpa Don and Bobbie to come join us. Annie loved all of her Grandma's pretty flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f4uvxLtHI/AAAAAAAABAg/XGx9mmvskF4/s1600-h/Easter+08+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181383378293470322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f4uvxLtHI/AAAAAAAABAg/XGx9mmvskF4/s200/Easter+08+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f4vPxLtII/AAAAAAAABAo/6H8waOGE2TY/s1600-h/Easter+08+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181383386883404930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f4vPxLtII/AAAAAAAABAo/6H8waOGE2TY/s200/Easter+08+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f4wfxLtJI/AAAAAAAABAw/aX_vWrqDDNs/s1600-h/Easter+08+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181383408358241426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f4wfxLtJI/AAAAAAAABAw/aX_vWrqDDNs/s200/Easter+08+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Don and Bobbie with Jill, Auntie Di with Jill, and Annie in her cute Easter outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f3LPxLtEI/AAAAAAAABAI/LeBynyux0TY/s1600-h/Easter+08+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181381668896486466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f3LPxLtEI/AAAAAAAABAI/LeBynyux0TY/s200/Easter+08+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f3LfxLtFI/AAAAAAAABAQ/rVqjJFRZFXk/s1600-h/Easter+08+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181381673191453778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f3LfxLtFI/AAAAAAAABAQ/rVqjJFRZFXk/s200/Easter+08+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f3L_xLtGI/AAAAAAAABAY/MUuPzKd579g/s1600-h/Easter+08+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181381681781388386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f3L_xLtGI/AAAAAAAABAY/MUuPzKd579g/s200/Easter+08+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter baskets! Thanks Grandma! Now that Jer got his hair cut just like Andrew's, it's harder to tell them apart. I said, "Hey it's no-hair Jer!" and he said, "Hey, that rhymes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f1LvxLtBI/AAAAAAAAA_w/YY-3sg9-CLI/s1600-h/Easter+08+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181379478463165458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f1LvxLtBI/AAAAAAAAA_w/YY-3sg9-CLI/s200/Easter+08+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f1MvxLtCI/AAAAAAAAA_4/bSisemx7048/s1600-h/Easter+08+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181379495643034658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f1MvxLtCI/AAAAAAAAA_4/bSisemx7048/s200/Easter+08+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f1NfxLtDI/AAAAAAAABAA/c-Midlpdch4/s1600-h/Easter+08+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181379508527936562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-f1NfxLtDI/AAAAAAAABAA/c-Midlpdch4/s200/Easter+08+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie finding Easter eggs and her basket. There's a picture of me being lifted up to get an egg almost just like that (from a long time ago... not this Easter :) by my late Grandpa Bruce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-4278774622021393511?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4278774622021393511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=4278774622021393511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4278774622021393511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4278774622021393511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-2008.html' title='Easter 2008!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-gTB_xLtPI/AAAAAAAABBg/TLOEparj6ZQ/s72-c/Easter+08+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-2650779196370446429</id><published>2008-03-19T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:55:19.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlie Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-GOP_xLs_I/AAAAAAAAA_g/XzmK_TiRF8s/s1600-h/Mammoth+3-08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179577451919684594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-GOP_xLs_I/AAAAAAAAA_g/XzmK_TiRF8s/s320/Mammoth+3-08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-GOQvxLtAI/AAAAAAAAA_o/zz-1FsMzuIk/s1600-h/Mammoth+3-08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179577464804586498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-GOQvxLtAI/AAAAAAAAA_o/zz-1FsMzuIk/s320/Mammoth+3-08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd give a little update on our girlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill is 4 1/2 months (I canNOT believe how fast this has gone). It is so easy to get smiles out of her. She smiles at everyone, and I love that. Annie hardly ever smiled at people, and they were always saying, "she's such a serious baby!" Jill was 15 poounds at her last appt, so she's a good size! She's a great sleeper (she sleeps from 7pm to 7am!). She has gotten into a pretty good nap schedule. Her morning nap happens between 9 and 10am, and her afternoon nap is between 12 and 1pm (which is great because it coincides with Annie's nap). Jill's biggest problems are that she pulls out her pacifier, and she has frequent blowouts- it feels like ever poop gets on some article of clothing. She has been a great nurser (TMI?) and seems to be pretty easy, overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie is a great two-year-old. She cracks us up all the time with her new phrases and things (which are usually just things that we've said). I love listening to her play with her Little People because she says things to them that we say to her like, "I'm so proud of you! Okay, time to cweam up! Oh, I love you! You're so cute!" Annie loves to dance, to read, to help out with Jill, and to play with her toys. She's very nurturing with her baby, who she named Baby Fi. She's also really good at riding her tricycle. And she LOVES to sing. She's good at carrying a tune, and she knows most of the correct words to her favorite songs. One of her faves right now is "Soon and Very Soon." She loves to sing, "Hallelujah, hallelujah, we're gonna see da kang!" I asked if she knew who the King was, and she responded by singing, "Hallelujah, we're gonna see da princess!" I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to see her learning about God. On our way up to Mammoth, she said, "Look at all those mountains! God made those mountains." She was thanking me for the snow, and I told her that she should thank God for the snow, and throughout the weekend she would say, "Thank you God for da snow!" So cute. She loves to ask where baby Jesus is.&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite video is this Mommy and Me DVD that I think I got for free from the hospital. She recites bits of it throughout the day, and she knows almost all the songs. She's started to get interactive when she watches it. She will dance, sing along and try to do the motions. So fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-2650779196370446429?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2650779196370446429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=2650779196370446429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/2650779196370446429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/2650779196370446429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/girlie-update.html' title='Girlie Update'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-GOP_xLs_I/AAAAAAAAA_g/XzmK_TiRF8s/s72-c/Mammoth+3-08+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-4705238355299424373</id><published>2008-03-18T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:41:37.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mammoth... Part II!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-BR2GBs6-I/AAAAAAAAA-4/YBqKKhLhS8A/s1600-h/Mammoth+3-08+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179229561248607202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-BR2GBs6-I/AAAAAAAAA-4/YBqKKhLhS8A/s320/Mammoth+3-08+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-BGr2Bs66I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/nvZdT66vzLY/s1600-h/Mammoth+3-08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179217290527042466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-BGr2Bs66I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/nvZdT66vzLY/s320/Mammoth+3-08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Life Group ready to go skiing/snowboarding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we went up to Mammoth again. This time we invited our life group to join us. We had so much fun! It snowed every day. It was a little too cold for Erik, but everybody else spent quite a bit of time out in the beautiful snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-BGsmBs67I/AAAAAAAAA-g/_oWan07faWE/s1600-h/Mammoth+3-08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179217303411944370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-BGsmBs67I/AAAAAAAAA-g/_oWan07faWE/s320/Mammoth+3-08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-BGtGBs68I/AAAAAAAAA-o/RPrWMJ1uhrc/s1600-h/Mammoth+3-08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179217312001878978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-BGtGBs68I/AAAAAAAAA-o/RPrWMJ1uhrc/s320/Mammoth+3-08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-BR12Bs69I/AAAAAAAAA-w/_OkHU67O4q0/s1600-h/Mammoth+3-08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179229556953639890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-BR12Bs69I/AAAAAAAAA-w/_OkHU67O4q0/s320/Mammoth+3-08+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-BR22Bs6_I/AAAAAAAAA_A/s25BaU45DgY/s1600-h/Mammoth+3-08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179229574133509106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-BR22Bs6_I/AAAAAAAAA_A/s25BaU45DgY/s320/Mammoth+3-08+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NARNIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-4705238355299424373?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4705238355299424373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=4705238355299424373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4705238355299424373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4705238355299424373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/mammoth-part-ii.html' title='Mammoth... Part II!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R-BR2GBs6-I/AAAAAAAAA-4/YBqKKhLhS8A/s72-c/Mammoth+3-08+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-5402697613239636335</id><published>2008-03-05T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:52:09.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mammoth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89DW3ypX2I/AAAAAAAAA-A/0YjQBZrJ_0k/s1600-h/Mammoth+2-29-08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174428557084548962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89DW3ypX2I/AAAAAAAAA-A/0YjQBZrJ_0k/s200/Mammoth+2-29-08+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time Annie was four months old, she had already gone to Mammoth twice. This was Jilly's first time. She seemed to do pretty well. We had a tough first night in Mammoth wit Annie because the wind was howling. She kept waking up crying and saying she wasscared. Daren brought her into bed with us, and she would lie down briefly, and then bolt up and start crying again. Daren took her out into the living room so that I could get a few hours of sleep. I woke up around 6am and took care of the girls while Daren slept.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the few hours of sleep Annie got, she was in a surprisingly good mood. We spent Saturday taking naps, reading, and watching movies at the cabin- there was a Harry Potter marathon on TV!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we did some sledding (twice-once by the lakes and once by the cabin). Annie chased her sleddding excursions with hot chocolate with marshmallows. That's how she would ask for it: "Iwah some hot chocolate...with marshmallows." Her "I want" has turned into this cringe-inducing one-word whine. That's almost as annoying as her new favorite game where she says, "Mama?" and I say, "Yes?" and she says, "Mush wah" or some other jibberish phrase. I don't respond at all, but inside I'm groaning.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Mammoth: We had a blast doing very little. We took a couple walks, played in the snow outside the cabin, sledded, watched movies, read stories, and Daren and I even got in a couple games of Scrabble. We each won one. How perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89DXHypX3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/naA9yArfh_M/s1600-h/Mammoth+2-29-08+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174428561379516274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89DXHypX3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/naA9yArfh_M/s200/Mammoth+2-29-08+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89DXnypX4I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/q_OGdP2yWG4/s1600-h/Mammoth+2-29-08+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174428569969450882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89DXnypX4I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/q_OGdP2yWG4/s200/Mammoth+2-29-08+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89B-nypXzI/AAAAAAAAA9o/AfCt7b8f7tA/s1600-h/Mammoth+2-29-08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174427040961093426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89B-nypXzI/AAAAAAAAA9o/AfCt7b8f7tA/s200/Mammoth+2-29-08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89B_XypX0I/AAAAAAAAA9w/jRL9vQjHleM/s1600-h/Mammoth+2-29-08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174427053845995330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89B_XypX0I/AAAAAAAAA9w/jRL9vQjHleM/s200/Mammoth+2-29-08+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89AuXypXwI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/-MQ2c37_z_Q/s1600-h/Mammoth+2-29-08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174425662276591362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89AuXypXwI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/-MQ2c37_z_Q/s200/Mammoth+2-29-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89AvnypXyI/AAAAAAAAA9g/W74NphQ74fk/s1600-h/Mammoth+2-29-08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174425683751427874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89AvnypXyI/AAAAAAAAA9g/W74NphQ74fk/s200/Mammoth+2-29-08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89Au3ypXxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/5S0Zvmu0XBw/s1600-h/Mammoth+2-29-08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174425670866525970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89Au3ypXxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/5S0Zvmu0XBw/s200/Mammoth+2-29-08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89B_3ypX1I/AAAAAAAAA94/k4pje0G1DWE/s1600-h/Mammoth+2-29-08+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174427062435929938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89B_3ypX1I/AAAAAAAAA94/k4pje0G1DWE/s200/Mammoth+2-29-08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love Annie's borrowed snow pants. She just looks so cute! Thanks to cousin Jeremy for the boots, the snow pants and the mittens. They were PERFECT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-5402697613239636335?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5402697613239636335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=5402697613239636335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5402697613239636335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5402697613239636335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/mammoth.html' title='Mammoth!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R89DW3ypX2I/AAAAAAAAA-A/0YjQBZrJ_0k/s72-c/Mammoth+2-29-08+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-3591132797997584481</id><published>2008-02-26T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:54:03.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Snotty, Mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8SizMEQu6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/wuAC7rn0Tp0/s1600-h/February+08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171437272424299426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8SizMEQu6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/wuAC7rn0Tp0/s320/February+08+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know that this pictue has nothing to do with being snotty, but I just had to share it. Annie's baby is under the blanket. She's feeding it. She's done this a few times, and always with the blank stare on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Annie has been waking up in the night lately. Sometimes it's just to ask questions, "Where's Daddy, Mama? Is that Scout? Where's Jill?" Sometimes, she makes statements, "I'm tired, Mama. We're going to the snow in a week. We're going to Grandma and Dude's house." Last night she woke me up at 11:30 to say, "I'm snotty, Mama." Poor baby has a cold. Anyway, she just wanted to blow her nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-3591132797997584481?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3591132797997584481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=3591132797997584481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3591132797997584481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3591132797997584481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-snotty-mama.html' title='I&apos;m Snotty, Mama!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8SizMEQu6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/wuAC7rn0Tp0/s72-c/February+08+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-7635690978162282357</id><published>2008-02-26T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:28:52.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Turns Five!</title><content type='html'>We went to Newbury Park this weekend for Andrew's fifth birthday party. How do I have a five-year-old nephew? That's just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8ScdsEQu3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/N2FlzQHuN38/s1600-h/Andrew%27s+B-day+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171430305987345266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8ScdsEQu3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/N2FlzQHuN38/s320/Andrew%27s+B-day+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What do you get a five-year-old boy for his birthday? Weapons!!! Andrew got lots of swords, two light sabers (from us :), a couple guns, etc. He also got some clothes. He commented that the clothes were "not very exciting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8Scd8EQu4I/AAAAAAAAA84/Uaq5nv4M0jo/s1600-h/Andrew%27s+B-day+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171430310282312578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8Scd8EQu4I/AAAAAAAAA84/Uaq5nv4M0jo/s320/Andrew%27s+B-day+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie LOVED the cupcake decorating portion of the birthday party. She put on frosting and smrankles. Whenever we ask her about the party she tells us that she ate frosting and smrankles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8ScecEQu5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/N5b-_ERDf2c/s1600-h/Andrew%27s+B-day+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171430318872247186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8ScecEQu5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/N5b-_ERDf2c/s320/Andrew%27s+B-day+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma has Annie and Tyler wiggling on her lap during the present opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-7635690978162282357?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7635690978162282357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=7635690978162282357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7635690978162282357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7635690978162282357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/andrew-turns-five.html' title='Andrew Turns Five!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8ScdsEQu3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/N2FlzQHuN38/s72-c/Andrew%27s+B-day+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-4612728100731828574</id><published>2008-02-26T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:06:18.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens to a Hike Deferred?</title><content type='html'>We went to Trabuco Canyon for a hike last weekend, but the trail was closed. It was a burn area from the fires, but we're not sure why exactly it was still closed. I suppose there could have been mudslides. The trail was right by a bird sanctuary or something like that. We decided to wander through and look at the birds. I didn't quite get the workout I was looking for, but Annie really enjoyed running around and also loved watching the hummingbirds and tadpoles (the tadpoles were in the pond :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8SZYsEQu0I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/tjcwZ3gozaM/s1600-h/Andrew%27s+B-day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171426921553115970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8SZYsEQu0I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/tjcwZ3gozaM/s320/Andrew%27s+B-day+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8SZZMEQu1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/QCvzt1HSFFs/s1600-h/Andrew%27s+B-day+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171426930143050578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8SZZMEQu1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/QCvzt1HSFFs/s320/Andrew%27s+B-day+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie's looking through the fence at the tadpoles in the pond. We didn't see the turtles or ducks that the sign indicated, but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8SZZsEQu2I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tR4_tVGs7o4/s1600-h/Andrew%27s+B-day+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171426938732985186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8SZZsEQu2I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tR4_tVGs7o4/s320/Andrew%27s+B-day+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren and Annie are throwing rocks off the bridge into the creek below. Actually, Daren wasn't throwing rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-4612728100731828574?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4612728100731828574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=4612728100731828574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4612728100731828574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4612728100731828574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-happens-to-hike-deferred.html' title='What Happens to a Hike Deferred?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R8SZYsEQu0I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/tjcwZ3gozaM/s72-c/Andrew%27s+B-day+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-8404190096313914409</id><published>2008-02-14T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T07:46:20.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>So, Mary, our wonderful friend from Life Group, gave us a photo shoot of our girls for a baby shower present. I decided to have her take pics of the girls as a surprise for Daren. For Valentine's Day, I gave Daren a collage frame with several of the pics that Mary took for his office (he's been asking for new pics). Anyway, here are a few pics, but if you want to see the slide show that Mary created for us, click on the title of this post (it's a link :). &lt;br /&gt;The title didn't work, so here's the link to the slideshow:&lt;a href="http://www.maryrosenbaum.com/blomquist"&gt;http://www.maryrosenbaum.com/blomquist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maryrosenbaum.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7Rzc8EQuxI/AAAAAAAAA8A/2myIZcbouxE/s1600-h/0071_blomquist_080204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166881613498333970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7Rzc8EQuxI/AAAAAAAAA8A/2myIZcbouxE/s320/0071_blomquist_080204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7RzhcEQuyI/AAAAAAAAA8I/HsdqxtbZMPY/s1600-h/0003_blomquist_080204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166881690807745314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7RzhcEQuyI/AAAAAAAAA8I/HsdqxtbZMPY/s320/0003_blomquist_080204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7RzkcEQuzI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/u52cmba_vE0/s1600-h/0042_blomquist_080204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166881742347352882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7RzkcEQuzI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/u52cmba_vE0/s320/0042_blomquist_080204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you want to see more of Mary's amazing pics, you can go to her website: &lt;a href="http://www.maryrosenbaum.com/"&gt;http://www.maryrosenbaum.com/&lt;/a&gt; or her photo blog: &lt;a href="http://maryrosenbaumphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://maryrosenbaumphoto.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; You might even see some older pics of Annie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-8404190096313914409?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.maryrosenbaum.com/blomquist' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8404190096313914409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=8404190096313914409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8404190096313914409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8404190096313914409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7Rzc8EQuxI/AAAAAAAAA8A/2myIZcbouxE/s72-c/0071_blomquist_080204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-1351386777020987421</id><published>2008-02-12T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:35:42.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weirdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7JxanhXA7I/AAAAAAAAA74/IVwIw6w45Mk/s1600-h/Life+Group+08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166316424646820786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7JxanhXA7I/AAAAAAAAA74/IVwIw6w45Mk/s320/Life+Group+08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought I'd include a weird picture of my for this post. Daren looks cute, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay... Ami asked me to post the things that are weird about me. Actually, none of my things are weird. They are just criticized by those who are jealous of me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. I really like grammar. I taught myself, and I think it's so fun to know how to put a sentence together. I love knowing what a gerund is, what a participle is, what an infinitive is, and the difference between the three. Furthermore, I get excited when a pastor breaks down scripture grammatically. My dad is the best at this. The last thing about grammar is that I love that I married a man who also knows what a gerund is. So romantic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. After I had Annie, I could not get enough of America's Funniest Home Videos. I would laugh out loud throughout entire episodes. Those hormones affected me more after Annie than at any other time in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. I love meetings. My friend Stephanie almost didn't become my friend because of this. The English dept at MHS almost caused me to lose my love of meetings with the three-hour arguing sessions they used to have. I love effective meetings, where plans are made and ideas are being thrown around. I love leadership meetings for Nurture, but I actually miss my grade level meetings with Steph. Ahhhh... sophomores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. I was an English major in college and a high school English teacher, but I still won't finish a book that doesn't hook me in the first chapter. I didn't ever finish To Kill a Mockingbird (now one of my favorite books) until I had to teach it. That first chapter is so confusing! I restarted Life of Pi a couple times without success. I don't have the persistence that I always asked my students to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. I am ALWAYS right about movie lines and trivia :) That may be an exaggeration, but I can usually hear the way the line is supposed to sound in my head, so it will offend my ears if said wrong. If I don't know, I won't say that I know, but I've gotten in some heated arguments (with Laura, thank you very much) about the horse's name in The Neverending Story (it's Artex- she said Atreiu, but that's the warrior). Anyway, a flaw of mine is that if I know I'm right, I'll get all worked up and NEED to prove it (just ask Laura :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. I read Ami's friend's list where she said that she had a radio playing in her head... I have a narrator. I describe what I'm doing, thinking, looking at, etc. as if I'm narrating a story. I was really bad about this up through high school when I would walk to school or when I was daydreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. I would much rather watch people dance than dance myself. I'm a terrible dancer, so I'm always impressed with people who have rhythm. I LOVE watching crazy dancers (like the guy at Katie and Ryan's wedding). I was just reminded of how much I love to watch people dance when I went to our life group leader's wedding. It was so fun to watch my LG out there on the dance floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I want to hear Stephanie's list, Mary's list, Carrie's list, Rick Barrett's list, really anyone who has a blog... Oh, and I think Daren should post his list on here. You can see Ami's list on her blog if you're curious. The link is on the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-1351386777020987421?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1351386777020987421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=1351386777020987421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1351386777020987421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1351386777020987421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/weirdo.html' title='The Weirdo'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7JxanhXA7I/AAAAAAAAA74/IVwIw6w45Mk/s72-c/Life+Group+08+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-6137548485114594779</id><published>2008-02-12T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:08:19.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Kerous George!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7IXZHhXA4I/AAAAAAAAA7g/yAcSNYkYpEI/s1600-h/February+08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166217442830517122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7IXZHhXA4I/AAAAAAAAA7g/yAcSNYkYpEI/s200/February+08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7IXbXhXA5I/AAAAAAAAA7o/tUVRZzPofQA/s1600-h/February+08+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166217481485222802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7IXbXhXA5I/AAAAAAAAA7o/tUVRZzPofQA/s200/February+08+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie loves to be like Curious George. She likes to crawl under Daren's legs and have him say, "where's that curious little monkey?" The other day the girls and I went for a walk, and Annie got to feed the ducks like Curious George did in one of the stories in the big book that she got from Cousin Cora. After she fed the ducks all of the bread that we brought and half of her rice cake, she started jumping up and down saying, "I like Kerous George!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7IXdnhXA6I/AAAAAAAAA7w/gnImEBjqbys/s1600-h/February+08+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166217520139928482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7IXdnhXA6I/AAAAAAAAA7w/gnImEBjqbys/s200/February+08+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After feeding the ducks, I let Annie stay out of the stroller and she jogged the last 1/2 mile alongside me. I was impressed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-6137548485114594779?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6137548485114594779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=6137548485114594779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6137548485114594779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6137548485114594779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/like-kerous-george.html' title='Like Kerous George!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R7IXZHhXA4I/AAAAAAAAA7g/yAcSNYkYpEI/s72-c/February+08+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-769216506182056273</id><published>2008-01-29T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:24:07.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5-ewdUwJcI/AAAAAAAAA7A/d2HovrSPNl4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161018253332456898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5-ewdUwJcI/AAAAAAAAA7A/d2HovrSPNl4/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad has been wanting to take Annie to see her first movie in a theater. Yesterday, Mom and Dad decided to come down and visit us, and while Daren was at work, they took the girls and me to see the Veggie Tales movie. Annie got a little scared by the preview for Horton Hears a Who, but she did really well. About halfway through she got fidgety, so Dad had Mom go get some popcorn, which Annie enjoyed very much. For the last 15 minutes, Annie was done sitting, so she went up and down the stairs. It was the perfect movie to see as there were only a few other people in the theater, and the rest were with a little girl who was just a tad older than Annie. Jill was great :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie's been talking about the movie today. She wanted to go see a movie again, and she told me how she ate all the popcorn. It's very cute. We're so thankful for Grandma and Dude and the special treat of going to see a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-769216506182056273?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/769216506182056273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=769216506182056273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/769216506182056273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/769216506182056273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-movie.html' title='First Movie'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5-ewdUwJcI/AAAAAAAAA7A/d2HovrSPNl4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-4603487221364217800</id><published>2008-01-29T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:58:10.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R59mIdUwJXI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/1i-9KXBAPGM/s1600-h/January+08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160955993486534002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R59mIdUwJXI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/1i-9KXBAPGM/s320/January+08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R59mKdUwJYI/AAAAAAAAA6g/tWfDCVGlde0/s1600-h/January+08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160956027846272386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R59mKdUwJYI/AAAAAAAAA6g/tWfDCVGlde0/s320/January+08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R59nqtUwJaI/AAAAAAAAA6w/kyCwr8QUxdU/s1600-h/January+08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160957681408681378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R59nqtUwJaI/AAAAAAAAA6w/kyCwr8QUxdU/s320/January+08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R59mLdUwJZI/AAAAAAAAA6o/B14mJNpmXtY/s1600-h/January+08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160956045026141586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R59mLdUwJZI/AAAAAAAAA6o/B14mJNpmXtY/s320/January+08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R59n0tUwJbI/AAAAAAAAA64/uY3YpskJjBc/s1600-h/January+08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160957853207373234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R59n0tUwJbI/AAAAAAAAA64/uY3YpskJjBc/s320/January+08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because rainy days are few and far between out here in California, they're somewhat of a novelty. We are so thankful for the rain, and we enjoy it! When Annie sees that it's raining she hurries to put on her yellow boots. During the breaks in the rain, Annie would go out wearing her favorite boots. She has spent a lot of rainy day time doing her favorite indoor activities. These include painting (thanks to Steph and Maddie), playing with her babies (she's very nurturing right now- it's so cute!), and cleaning. Somehow our swiffer broke so that it's perfect "Annie-size." She loves helping to clean! She's not all that helpful, but we try not to squash the desire :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-4603487221364217800?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4603487221364217800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=4603487221364217800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4603487221364217800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4603487221364217800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/rainy-day-fun.html' title='Rainy Day Fun'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R59mIdUwJXI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/1i-9KXBAPGM/s72-c/January+08+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-3788863255408338649</id><published>2008-01-26T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:05:53.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Wichita!!!</title><content type='html'>We had so much fun visiting Oma and Georgie in Wichita. It was Annie's fifth time in the snow, but the first time that she really got to play in it. She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5tx-NUwJUI/AAAAAAAAA6A/e77AEn1BDB0/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159843111625565506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5tx-NUwJUI/AAAAAAAAA6A/e77AEn1BDB0/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the flight from John Wayne to Wichita. We got AMAZING tickets. All three of us cost $520! Plus, we got a whole row to ourselves. Daren and Annie were on one side and Jill and I on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5tx-tUwJVI/AAAAAAAAA6I/5fKP3yxGoVw/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159843120215500114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5tx-tUwJVI/AAAAAAAAA6I/5fKP3yxGoVw/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill and I cuddling. She was good and slept almost the whole flight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5tx_NUwJWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/uowH6NEOowI/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159843128805434722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5tx_NUwJWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/uowH6NEOowI/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie was such a good girl! She read her books, watched a movie and just relaxed on the flight out. We were thankful that the girls were so good. We just got to read our books and relax. That's what I used to love about flying!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5txO9UwJRI/AAAAAAAAA5o/-bbEYIssX0A/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159842299876746514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5txO9UwJRI/AAAAAAAAA5o/-bbEYIssX0A/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First day in Wichita! Daren took Annie outside right away in the 26-degree weather. Annie is making smrankles (sprinkles) out of the snow. She did that for quite awhile. The snow was very dry, so it wasn't good snowman or snowball weather.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5txPNUwJSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/gEx_bUW0ZGE/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159842304171713826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5txPNUwJSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/gEx_bUW0ZGE/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More smrankles. She kept saying, "I'm smrankling, Daddy!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5txP9UwJTI/AAAAAAAAA54/dBdpadHfOF0/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159842317056615730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5txP9UwJTI/AAAAAAAAA54/dBdpadHfOF0/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some reason, Annie looked older to us all decked out in her coat, hat and gloves, which she called "thumbs" for the first few days. Then it became "glums" before she finally got it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5twZtUwJOI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/_iUG84Esv6s/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159841385048712418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5twZtUwJOI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/_iUG84Esv6s/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hot chocolate after playing in the snow. Look at those bright pink cheeks! Annie loved Oma's hot chocolate and would ask for it a few times everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5twZ9UwJPI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Uq1MkqK-y04/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159841389343679730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5twZ9UwJPI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Uq1MkqK-y04/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oma and Jill. Jill is all dressed in her cozy outfit that Stephanie, Maddie and Fi lent her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5twadUwJQI/AAAAAAAAA5g/cfQhzSXpcJQ/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159841397933614338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5twadUwJQI/AAAAAAAAA5g/cfQhzSXpcJQ/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day was a bit warmer, so the snow was meltier and Annie, Georgie and Daren made a cute little snowman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5tsxNUwJLI/AAAAAAAAA44/Bnnnq6wzjxI/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159837390729127090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5tsxNUwJLI/AAAAAAAAA44/Bnnnq6wzjxI/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5tsxtUwJMI/AAAAAAAAA5A/zLDwteClMis/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159837399319061698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5tsxtUwJMI/AAAAAAAAA5A/zLDwteClMis/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mama, Annie and Daddy. Daren and I are wearing Dale's hats as we didn't think it would be cold enough to bring them. The weather had been in the 50s the week before, and I couldn't remember ever seeing snow stick in Wichita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5tsyNUwJNI/AAAAAAAAA5I/j9EnB6iWSOs/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159837407908996306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5tsyNUwJNI/AAAAAAAAA5I/j9EnB6iWSOs/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren and the girls. They were reading books. I'm not sure what Annie's doing with her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5trfNUwJII/AAAAAAAAA4g/JcjSzzt-05I/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159835981979853954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5trfNUwJII/AAAAAAAAA4g/JcjSzzt-05I/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Georgie are spending the afternoon reading. The house was always nice and cozy, and the weather outside was perfect for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5trftUwJJI/AAAAAAAAA4o/1H0Asu6Q2RM/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159835990569788562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5trftUwJJI/AAAAAAAAA4o/1H0Asu6Q2RM/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Oma are playing the piano. Annie was over at our friends' house yesterday, and she pounded away on their keyboard, dancing in Stevie Wonder style and singing Old MacDonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5trgNUwJKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/5C39Ty2mbmI/s1600-h/Oma+and+Georgie+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159835999159723170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5trgNUwJKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/5C39Ty2mbmI/s320/Oma+and+Georgie+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saying goodbye to Oma and Georgie the first time. Our flight got delayed because of weather, so wemissed our connection to OC and spent another night in Wichita.We didn't mind too much, but going through security with two kids is something I want to do as little as possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-3788863255408338649?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3788863255408338649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=3788863255408338649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3788863255408338649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3788863255408338649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/trip-to-wichita.html' title='Trip to Wichita!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R5tx-NUwJUI/AAAAAAAAA6A/e77AEn1BDB0/s72-c/Oma+and+Georgie+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-8369468736987695675</id><published>2008-01-15T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:34:56.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright. Let's go go Oma and Georgie's house!!!</title><content type='html'>For some reason, Annie says "go go" instead of "go to." Oh well; it's cute. We're leaving for Wichita tomorrow, and I need to check and see if Annie's 18-month coat still fit her, so we tried it on. Once she got that on, she needed gloves, then she wanted a hat, and last she said, "where's a boots?" She went running off, found her yellow rain boots, and promptly put them on. It felt like &lt;em&gt;If You Give a Mouse a Cookie&lt;/em&gt;. Now she thinks it's time to go to Oma and Georgie's house. I think that she believes that the outfit is all she needs. I told her that we have to go on a plane, so now she's asking for that.&lt;br /&gt;We're really looking forward to our trip to Wichita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R41PLAhlnAI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/eYdK14hiWP8/s1600-h/January+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155864198947118082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R41PLAhlnAI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/eYdK14hiWP8/s320/January+08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only thing is that Daren showed Annie the video from the last time we went to Wichita, when we went to the Kansas State Fair. So she keeps saying, "Go see Oma? and Georgie? and a animals? and a train?" Hopefully, she'll forget about the animals and the train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R41PLwhlnBI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/t0UEU_wWKyg/s1600-h/January+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155864211832019986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R41PLwhlnBI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/t0UEU_wWKyg/s320/January+08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the yellow rainboots make the outfit. Oh, and the capris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-8369468736987695675?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8369468736987695675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=8369468736987695675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8369468736987695675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8369468736987695675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/alright-lets-go-go-oma-and-georgies.html' title='Alright. Let&apos;s go go Oma and Georgie&apos;s house!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R41PLAhlnAI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/eYdK14hiWP8/s72-c/January+08+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-8547176637411690534</id><published>2008-01-15T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:22:46.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R41N1whlm-I/AAAAAAAAA4A/QNiSQoLg1mI/s1600-h/January+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155862734363270114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R41N1whlm-I/AAAAAAAAA4A/QNiSQoLg1mI/s320/January+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just thought I'd add these cutie cute pictures of Annie reading to balance out the homely pics in her hodge-podge winter gear. Annie still loves to read, and she will just sit in "mama's chair" and read stories to herself for a long time. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R41N2Qhlm_I/AAAAAAAAA4I/_EwOq0Gb-is/s1600-h/January+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155862742953204722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R41N2Qhlm_I/AAAAAAAAA4I/_EwOq0Gb-is/s320/January+08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-8547176637411690534?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8547176637411690534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=8547176637411690534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8547176637411690534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8547176637411690534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R41N1whlm-I/AAAAAAAAA4A/QNiSQoLg1mI/s72-c/January+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-7740108019518871249</id><published>2008-01-08T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T08:46:03.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I wanna hode Jiwl!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The title of this post is one of Annie's favorite things to say. Once a day or so, Annie will drop her toy and sprint over to me yelling, "I wanna hode Jiwl! I wanna hode Jiwl!" Then I say, "can you ask nicely?" Annie will then say, "Pulease wanna hode Jiwl." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annie is going through a very demanding stage right now. Some refer to it as the terrible twos :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems to be a reflection of two things: a better grasp of the language and a desire to assert her will, test her boundaries, and drive her mother nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the demands I hear are when my plans are in conflict with Annie's desires:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No Mama feed Jiwl!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No run a errand!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No turkey sammich! I want peanut butter! And jelly?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, her demands are just normal bits of conversation yelled in a demanding way. These usually involve her baby (one of three dolls that she got for Christmas). She plays with them all, and is constantly making sure that they have all of their accroutrements- blanket, pacifier, etc. She doesn't care whether the baby is dressed, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I wanna put a baby nap!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I wanna orange!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Go find a baby blanket!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daren and I have a hard time containing our giggles when Annie buts into our conversations and makes demands about things that she either doesn't know about or won't be involved in. Example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: "Hey, Daren, do you want to watch Lost tonight?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annie: "No watch Lost tonight!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get me wrong, Annie is not just a demanding brat. She's very cute and sweet, and we have so much fun with her. It's very cute watching her mother her dolls and play with her sister. She likes to come up to Jill, give her a kiss, and say, "what a good sister." I love listening to her talk to her dolls and play with her Little People. Right now, she's singing to her dolls. It's very sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These pictures are of Annie "holding" Jill while they're wearing matching outfits from Grandma. So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R4Oj_Ahlm9I/AAAAAAAAA34/1t6Si8swnk0/s1600-h/January+08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153142701509942226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R4Oj_Ahlm9I/AAAAAAAAA34/1t6Si8swnk0/s320/January+08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R4OjIghlm6I/AAAAAAAAA3g/qt-iMW6LusA/s1600-h/January+08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153141765207071650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R4OjIghlm6I/AAAAAAAAA3g/qt-iMW6LusA/s320/January+08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R4OjJAhlm7I/AAAAAAAAA3o/I1LENnjvchw/s1600-h/January+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153141773797006258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R4OjJAhlm7I/AAAAAAAAA3o/I1LENnjvchw/s320/January+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R4OjJQhlm8I/AAAAAAAAA3w/2LcLl7y9M4Y/s1600-h/January+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153141778091973570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R4OjJQhlm8I/AAAAAAAAA3w/2LcLl7y9M4Y/s320/January+08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-7740108019518871249?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7740108019518871249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=7740108019518871249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7740108019518871249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7740108019518871249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wanna-hode-jiwl.html' title='&quot;I wanna hode Jiwl!&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R4Oj_Ahlm9I/AAAAAAAAA34/1t6Si8swnk0/s72-c/January+08+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-6380952120657241348</id><published>2008-01-04T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:07:04.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red hats aren't only for old ladies!</title><content type='html'>Whenever I think of red hats, I think of those older ladies who are part of a red hat club. They always wear red and purple... and that reminds me of the Unicorns from Sweet Valley who always wear something purple.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... mom made these cute red hats for the girls. She also made them for her three grandsons (for cute pics of the boys, see the Thompson Family blog). Here are some pics of my own little red hat club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37GKghlm3I/AAAAAAAAA3I/7U2px5MbScY/s1600-h/Christmas+07+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151772907590228850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37GKghlm3I/AAAAAAAAA3I/7U2px5MbScY/s320/Christmas+07+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and sleepy Jill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37GLAhlm4I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/1Z5B145uYI4/s1600-h/Christmas+07+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151772916180163458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37GLAhlm4I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/1Z5B145uYI4/s320/Christmas+07+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37GLghlm5I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/adkHFQKkD-M/s1600-h/Christmas+07+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151772924770098066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37GLghlm5I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/adkHFQKkD-M/s320/Christmas+07+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fake smile! This is what Annie does when we say "smile!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-6380952120657241348?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6380952120657241348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=6380952120657241348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6380952120657241348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6380952120657241348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/red-hats-arent-only-for-old-ladies.html' title='Red hats aren&apos;t only for old ladies!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37GKghlm3I/AAAAAAAAA3I/7U2px5MbScY/s72-c/Christmas+07+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-1415646380532904535</id><published>2008-01-04T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:44:39.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jilly Bean- 2 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor Jilly has not gotten the recognition she deserves! She turned two months old on December 30 (I was reminded of this when I read Ami's blog and learned that her daughter Annelise had turned two months old- Jill was born a few days before Annelise). Anyway, I quickly made Jill's doctor appt. and thought I should update on Jill's progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jill is a really good baby. She's not too cranky, and she's been sleeping through the night for several weeks now. She had a REALLY rough night two nights ago, where she cried and cried, and didn't fall asleep until after 2am (when I finally brought her into our bed). Annie woke up at 6am, so I ran on the fumes of four hours of sleep. Thankfully, that's not the norm, and Jill blessed me will a great night of sleep last night. She fell asleep at 8pm, woke up at 3am to eat, fell right back to sleep and slept until 9. That was nice! Normally, she falls asleep between 9 and 10pm after fussing for a bit. She wakes up somewhere between 3 and 5am to eat, and wakes up between 8 and 10am for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After being spoiled with Annie, who never drooled or spat up, I am still getting used to walking around with burp cloths on my shoulder (which Jill waits for me to take off so that she can leave her mark on all my shirts!). Jill still spits up a lot. It's not that bad of a trade-off for such a sweet little baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has a sweet disposition, and she loves to talk to me. She actually says "goo" and "ga." Annie made lots of noises, but I remember wondering where goo goo and ga ga came from. Now I know. Jill smiles pretty easily, although I tried to get some pics, but none of them came out too cute. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37BRghlmzI/AAAAAAAAA2o/C4dE1_NIcVA/s1600-h/Christmas+07+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151767530291174194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37BRghlmzI/AAAAAAAAA2o/C4dE1_NIcVA/s320/Christmas+07+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jill in her swing, looking pleasant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37BSAhlm0I/AAAAAAAAA2w/cjzaUeVg95g/s1600-h/Christmas+07+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151767538881108802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37BSAhlm0I/AAAAAAAAA2w/cjzaUeVg95g/s320/Christmas+07+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's talking to me here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37BSQhlm1I/AAAAAAAAA24/CNyyDVnIrCg/s1600-h/Christmas+07+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151767543176076114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37BSQhlm1I/AAAAAAAAA24/CNyyDVnIrCg/s320/Christmas+07+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big, double-chinned  smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151770510998477666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37D_Ahlm2I/AAAAAAAAA3A/YpuT6Qp2e_g/s320/CD+3+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's Annie's big, double-chinned smile. Wow, that carseat looks clean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-1415646380532904535?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1415646380532904535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=1415646380532904535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1415646380532904535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1415646380532904535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/jilly-bean-2-months.html' title='Jilly Bean- 2 months!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R37BRghlmzI/AAAAAAAAA2o/C4dE1_NIcVA/s72-c/Christmas+07+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-5506020383184147157</id><published>2007-12-22T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T09:53:12.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In December, we've been having lots and lots of parties. We had so much fun seeing our friends and family. The following pics are from the Johnson's cookie party, the Kirkpatrick family party, and Daren's work party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We loved joining our friends at the Johnson's house for a cookie decorating party. Annie loved decorating cookies and licking off the frosting. She also had a blast hanging out with her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21DiQhlmwI/AAAAAAAAA2I/GcC9VlOyVCg/s1600-h/Dec+2007+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146844204984802050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21DiQhlmwI/AAAAAAAAA2I/GcC9VlOyVCg/s320/Dec+2007+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddie and Pat making beautiful cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21DiwhlmxI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/1r8T9Y4RpiQ/s1600-h/Dec+2007+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146844213574736658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21DiwhlmxI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/1r8T9Y4RpiQ/s320/Dec+2007+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and I are decorating  her lovely star cookie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21DjQhlmyI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/oqkv5yzUas4/s1600-h/Dec+2007+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146844222164671266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21DjQhlmyI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/oqkv5yzUas4/s320/Dec+2007+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie and her friends Carter, Maddie and Davis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21CRwhlmtI/AAAAAAAAA1w/8fARwxULwAE/s1600-h/Dec+2007+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146842822005332690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21CRwhlmtI/AAAAAAAAA1w/8fARwxULwAE/s320/Dec+2007+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; At the Kirkpatrick family party, Annie made quick friends with her relatives. She loved Cameron, who was about 7. Cameron took good care of Annie. All the kids were up in a room watching Ratatoulli (however you spell that).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21CSghlmuI/AAAAAAAAA14/XQCG9RdkzTc/s1600-h/Dec+2007+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146842834890234594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21CSghlmuI/AAAAAAAAA14/XQCG9RdkzTc/s320/Dec+2007+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diane took great care of Jill the whole evening. It was so nice to have a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21CSwhlmvI/AAAAAAAAA2A/kYmqGeZ6_HY/s1600-h/Dec+2007+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146842839185201906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21CSwhlmvI/AAAAAAAAA2A/kYmqGeZ6_HY/s320/Dec+2007+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren's work party is pretty kid-friendly. They have a Santa Claus, a face painter, and a balloon guy. Santa gives the kids gift cards to Toys R Us, so we took a picture with Jill too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146841739673574082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21BSwhlmsI/AAAAAAAAA1o/WPSbVkWg2GA/s320/Dec+2007+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annie and Santa. This is the first year she didn't cry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21BSAhlmqI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/j_TddKjuM74/s1600-h/Dec+2007+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146841726788672162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21BSAhlmqI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/j_TddKjuM74/s320/Dec+2007+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie is being a good girl during dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21BSQhlmrI/AAAAAAAAA1g/TAc7sgZPkCk/s1600-h/Dec+2007+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146841731083639474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21BSQhlmrI/AAAAAAAAA1g/TAc7sgZPkCk/s320/Dec+2007+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren and his girls at the office Christmas party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-5506020383184147157?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5506020383184147157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=5506020383184147157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5506020383184147157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5506020383184147157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/party-time.html' title='Party Time!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R21DiQhlmwI/AAAAAAAAA2I/GcC9VlOyVCg/s72-c/Dec+2007+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-6343286540707033455</id><published>2007-12-22T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:49:27.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleanliness and Time w/ Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R203mAhlmnI/AAAAAAAAA1A/RXW5J64bHes/s1600-h/Dec+2007+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146831075269778034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R203mAhlmnI/AAAAAAAAA1A/RXW5J64bHes/s320/Dec+2007+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren has taught Annie the fun of housework. Now I can't do dishes without Annie asking to help, and after every meal she says, "okay, do the dishes." She'll even push a chair over to the sink and stand on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R203mghlmoI/AAAAAAAAA1I/nQZxOYAl9i0/s1600-h/Dec+2007+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146831083859712642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R203mghlmoI/AAAAAAAAA1I/nQZxOYAl9i0/s320/Dec+2007+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R203nAhlmpI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Vi0ioeGAd4w/s1600-h/Dec+2007+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146831092449647250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R203nAhlmpI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Vi0ioeGAd4w/s320/Dec+2007+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie loves to sit with Daren at the bar and eat breakfast. She's quite a Daddy's girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-6343286540707033455?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6343286540707033455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=6343286540707033455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6343286540707033455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6343286540707033455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/cleanliness-and-time-w-daddy.html' title='Cleanliness and Time w/ Daddy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R203mAhlmnI/AAAAAAAAA1A/RXW5J64bHes/s72-c/Dec+2007+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-812989625343421953</id><published>2007-12-10T14:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:30:10.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R13AWgAlE9I/AAAAAAAAA0o/wH8pfKDDMrw/s1600-h/Annie-+2+years+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142477842308994002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R13AWgAlE9I/AAAAAAAAA0o/wH8pfKDDMrw/s400/Annie-+2+years+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie's wearing her cutie Christmas shoes from Walmart. No way am I spending $22 on Christmas shoes for a two-year-old! I don't mind spending $7 at Wal-Mart. Another one of my Christmas-shoe pet peeves is that once toddlers graduate to a certain shoe size, most dress shoes seem to have little heels. I'm not quite sure what my problem with the little heels is, but I just really don't like them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annie loves her Christmas shoes. If she sees them, she wants to wear them. If I say no, she throws a fit. So right now, they're hidden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R13AXAAlE-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/OGJhC_dezJg/s1600-h/Annie-+2+years+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142477850898928610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R13AXAAlE-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/OGJhC_dezJg/s400/Annie-+2+years+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie's really into shoes these days. Here, she's decorating the Christmas tree (which she calls a criscris tree) in her rainboots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R13AXQAlE_I/AAAAAAAAA04/jqZ2RWGsMu0/s1600-h/Annie-+2+years+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142477855193895922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R13AXQAlE_I/AAAAAAAAA04/jqZ2RWGsMu0/s400/Annie-+2+years+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren took a picture of the girls and our Christmas decor. Very fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-812989625343421953?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/812989625343421953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=812989625343421953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/812989625343421953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/812989625343421953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/getting-ready-for-christmas.html' title='Getting Ready for Christmas'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R13AWgAlE9I/AAAAAAAAA0o/wH8pfKDDMrw/s72-c/Annie-+2+years+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-350649215476646</id><published>2007-12-04T15:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T15:45:39.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Got Hitched!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1Xk81eYJAI/AAAAAAAAA0g/N31m7aJPCCw/s1600-h/Joe%27s+Wedding+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140266283511063554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1Xk81eYJAI/AAAAAAAAA0g/N31m7aJPCCw/s400/Joe%27s+Wedding+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend, Joe and Heather got married! We did not get any pictures of Daren and me at the wedding or reception, so I'm sorry to those who were desperate to see what I was wearing. Here's a pic of the happy couple with my folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-350649215476646?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/350649215476646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=350649215476646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/350649215476646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/350649215476646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/joe-got-hitched.html' title='Joe Got Hitched!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1Xk81eYJAI/AAAAAAAAA0g/N31m7aJPCCw/s72-c/Joe%27s+Wedding+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-7944573485676172403</id><published>2007-12-04T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T15:36:27.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up in the Air! and Other Family Fun</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd post some pics of us around the house. We've been enjoying hanging out in the living room and enjoying the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1Xda1eYI-I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/8O3DosWDIVU/s1600-h/Joe%27s+Wedding+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140258002814116834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1Xda1eYI-I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/8O3DosWDIVU/s320/Joe%27s+Wedding+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren and the girls are relaxing by the fire. Well, Daren and Jill are relaxing. Annie was using Daren as a jungle gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1Xdd1eYI_I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/MitDF8LUmDQ/s1600-h/Joe%27s+Wedding+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140258054353724402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1Xdd1eYI_I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/MitDF8LUmDQ/s320/Joe%27s+Wedding+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1XNkVeYI7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/PkiGuueuNmE/s1600-h/Joe%27s+Wedding+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140240573836829618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1XNkVeYI7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/PkiGuueuNmE/s320/Joe%27s+Wedding+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie's favorite thing is when Daren throws her up in the air. She will say, "I want up in the air." She loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1XNlVeYI8I/AAAAAAAAA0A/78sKM6XQIso/s1600-h/Joe%27s+Wedding+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140240591016698818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1XNlVeYI8I/AAAAAAAAA0A/78sKM6XQIso/s320/Joe%27s+Wedding+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1XNl1eYI9I/AAAAAAAAA0I/S6fdJ1pNAjw/s1600-h/Joe%27s+Wedding+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140240599606633426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1XNl1eYI9I/AAAAAAAAA0I/S6fdJ1pNAjw/s320/Joe%27s+Wedding+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie also loves to play with her Little People. She has the farm and the castle (which she just got for her birthday). It's fun to see her play with these toys. She's just recently become interested in playing with toys as they're intended to be played with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/15019345-7944573485676172403?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7944573485676172403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=7944573485676172403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7944573485676172403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7944573485676172403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/up-in-air-and-other-family-fun.html' title='Up in the Air! and Other Family Fun'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1Xda1eYI-I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/8O3DosWDIVU/s72-c/Joe%27s+Wedding+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-4765869517142447395</id><published>2007-12-04T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T10:30:50.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day!</title><content type='html'>We had our first rain in a long time. I'm excited that Annie's raincoat still fits her. We moved up a couple sizes to the cheapo rain boots that I found at a thrift store. We just don't get enough rain here to justify cute rainboots (unless Grandma gets them!). Annie was so excited to wear her boots that she ran away from me while she was naked, put them on, and tromped around the house wearing just her boots. I didn't include that picture, even though it's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1WTmFeYI4I/AAAAAAAAAzg/QwveVZQGIn4/s1600-h/Joe%27s+Wedding+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140176832227189634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1WTmFeYI4I/AAAAAAAAAzg/QwveVZQGIn4/s320/Joe%27s+Wedding+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1WTm1eYI5I/AAAAAAAAAzo/eIuYDh8pors/s1600-h/Joe%27s+Wedding+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140176845112091538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1WTm1eYI5I/AAAAAAAAAzo/eIuYDh8pors/s320/Joe%27s+Wedding+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1WTnFeYI6I/AAAAAAAAAzw/xAXiKjDots0/s1600-h/Joe%27s+Wedding+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140176849407058850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1WTnFeYI6I/AAAAAAAAAzw/xAXiKjDots0/s320/Joe%27s+Wedding+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-4765869517142447395?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4765869517142447395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=4765869517142447395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4765869517142447395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/4765869517142447395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R1WTmFeYI4I/AAAAAAAAAzg/QwveVZQGIn4/s72-c/Joe%27s+Wedding+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-2550395461528568188</id><published>2007-11-27T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:24:18.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie Loves Grandma and Dude's House</title><content type='html'>Annie had a great time spending the weekend at Grandma and Dude's. She loved seeing her cousins, going to church, and doing all of the fun things that she gets to do at Grandma and Dude's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0xPXK37TXI/AAAAAAAAAzI/0JDl9_e_JuE/s1600-h/Thanks+07+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137568534397406578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0xPXK37TXI/AAAAAAAAAzI/0JDl9_e_JuE/s320/Thanks+07+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sitting by the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0xPXq37TYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/2FITVcx7QPY/s1600-h/Thanks+07+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137568542987341186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0xPXq37TYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/2FITVcx7QPY/s320/Thanks+07+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Auntie Kristen and Tyler&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137567563734797634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0xOeq37TUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/shFp_z6vxW8/s320/Thanksgiving+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Reading Curious George with Dude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0xPYa37TZI/AAAAAAAAAzY/93ZNANLcgOY/s1600-h/Thanks+07+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137568555872243090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0xPYa37TZI/AAAAAAAAAzY/93ZNANLcgOY/s320/Thanks+07+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Helping Grandma give Jill a bath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0xOfa37TVI/AAAAAAAAAy4/aL_Ol6QSc20/s1600-h/Thanks+07+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137567576619699538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0xOfa37TVI/AAAAAAAAAy4/aL_Ol6QSc20/s320/Thanks+07+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying on the hat that Grandma made for Jeremy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0xOf637TWI/AAAAAAAAAzA/DFW8ZG38uTc/s1600-h/Thanks+07+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137567585209634146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0xOf637TWI/AAAAAAAAAzA/DFW8ZG38uTc/s320/Thanks+07+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another pic of bathtime with Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-2550395461528568188?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2550395461528568188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=2550395461528568188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/2550395461528568188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/2550395461528568188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/annie-loves-grandma-and-dudes-house.html' title='Annie Loves Grandma and Dude&apos;s House'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0xPXK37TXI/AAAAAAAAAzI/0JDl9_e_JuE/s72-c/Thanks+07+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-847850648397780156</id><published>2007-11-26T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T15:20:00.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Thanksgiving Friday</title><content type='html'>This Thanksgiving we decided to do a few things out of the ordinary: first we had our Thanksgiving dinner on Friday, then we had rib-eye roast, Granny's golden potatoes, and peas for our "Thanksgiving" dinner (Stephanie will NOT approve), and we also had an early, double birthday party for Annie and Cora- who were born on the same day, December 1, 2005 (Sidenote- I also just saw somewhere that Jennifer Garner's baby was born on that same day!). Annie was an exceptionally good girl the entire day, which is pretty impressive. She was surrounded by people, sugar, and toys from almost the moment she got up from her nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tPfK37TRI/AAAAAAAAAyY/vEfrDvH_MD4/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137287196859649298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tPfK37TRI/AAAAAAAAAyY/vEfrDvH_MD4/s320/Thanksgiving+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Annie, Cora and Megan (my cousin Peter's wife).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tPf637TSI/AAAAAAAAAyg/VnvLU14BNSs/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137287209744551202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tPf637TSI/AAAAAAAAAyg/VnvLU14BNSs/s320/Thanksgiving+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cutie Cora playing with Annie's new kitchen, a present from Grandma, Dude and Great Grandma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tPg637TTI/AAAAAAAAAyo/3VwZ8uRGg3A/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137287226924420402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tPg637TTI/AAAAAAAAAyo/3VwZ8uRGg3A/s320/Thanksgiving+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma, Andrew, Cora, Annie, Jer and Dude decorate the kids' cakes for the birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137285075145805042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tNjq37TPI/AAAAAAAAAyI/s5XfovHQ6xw/s320/Thanksgiving+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids are tasting sprinkles and frosting. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tNi637TOI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Soo2k9RQ8V4/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137285062260903138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tNi637TOI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Soo2k9RQ8V4/s320/Thanksgiving+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Cora, playing with the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tNkK37TQI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/1XQguJcl-Ks/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137285083735739650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tNkK37TQI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/1XQguJcl-Ks/s320/Thanksgiving+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peter, Cora, me and Annie. Daren wanted to know why he didn't get in on the pics with the girls. Sorry Babe! I guess I was being selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tMY637TLI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Q4pInuSqBPg/s1600-h/Thanks+07+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137283790950583474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tMY637TLI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Q4pInuSqBPg/s320/Thanks+07+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of my parents' grandchildren: Tyler, Annie, Jill, Andrew and Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tMZq37TMI/AAAAAAAAAxw/iHcEQ7Pbj4Y/s1600-h/Thanks+07+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137283803835485378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tMZq37TMI/AAAAAAAAAxw/iHcEQ7Pbj4Y/s320/Thanks+07+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first fam pic that doesn't involve hospital gowns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tMZ637TNI/AAAAAAAAAx4/etD77wk69Aw/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137283808130452690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tMZ637TNI/AAAAAAAAAx4/etD77wk69Aw/s320/Thanksgiving+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew, Jer and Annie at the kitchen. Andrew said, "I want a boy one of these. This is wonderful!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-847850648397780156?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/847850648397780156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=847850648397780156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/847850648397780156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/847850648397780156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthday-thanksgiving-friday.html' title='A Birthday Thanksgiving Friday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/R0tPfK37TRI/AAAAAAAAAyY/vEfrDvH_MD4/s72-c/Thanksgiving+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-7846172985518104150</id><published>2007-11-15T14:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:43:36.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sweet</title><content type='html'>I just think sleeping babies are so cute! I'm thankful that Jill sleeps a lot. She actually seems to be a much easier baby than Annie. I always thought that Annie was so easy because she slept through the night so early, but that was after a couple hours of fussiness. Jill hasn't been that fussy, and she also has been sleeping well at night (most nights). Sunday night, she slept poorly at night, but other than that, we have been pleasantly surprised. Last night we went to bed around 11:00. I tried to feed Jill, but she didn't eat that much. I woke up at 2:45 to feed her. She ate, and then we both went back to sleep and slept until 6am (when Annie woke up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzzH8q37TJI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ADY-F_E50zc/s1600-h/Jill-+week+2+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133197520410463378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzzH8q37TJI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ADY-F_E50zc/s400/Jill-+week+2+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After my tough day on Monday, the rest of the week has actually been pretty smooth. I've been getting enough sleep at night (even though it's interrupted for feedings),  I figured out how to get Jill to nurse better (you can find ANYTHING on the internet!), and Annie has been good about playing by herself. I'm thankful for a better week. I was a little nervous after Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzzH9a37TKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/KzehygoIr2M/s1600-h/Jill-+week+2+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133197533295365282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzzH9a37TKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/KzehygoIr2M/s400/Jill-+week+2+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-7846172985518104150?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7846172985518104150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=7846172985518104150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7846172985518104150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7846172985518104150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-sweet.html' title='So Sweet'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzzH8q37TJI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ADY-F_E50zc/s72-c/Jill-+week+2+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-1738925777190405798</id><published>2007-11-13T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:58:20.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day with the Girls</title><content type='html'>Daren decided to take Annie and me (and Jill) out for ice cream last night. It was probably to celebrate the fact that I made it through my first day alone with both girls. My first day alone with them both was tough and very stressful as I was running on four hours of sleep and Jill decided to regress to her sleep-all-day, don't-want-to-eat habits. I was getting anxious that she would only take the bottle because that's all I could get her to eat during the day. Then of course, both girls decided to be alive, awake, alert at about 4pm and stay that way until Daren came home just before 6pm. Annie became whiny, and continually said, "I hungry. Annie's hungry" after I made the mistake of asking Jill if she was hungry. Jill wouldn't nurse, so I decided to wait for Daren to finish the pump-then-bottle-feed process. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Daren suggested that we walk to 31 Flavors for ice cream. We strapped the girls into the double stroller, and got some ice cream. Annie LOVED it. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rznht-mEfcI/AAAAAAAAAws/HG3zKo68vag/s1600-h/Annie-+23+months+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132381430378429890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rznht-mEfcI/AAAAAAAAAws/HG3zKo68vag/s400/Annie-+23+months+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie is asking for more in this picture. Maybe you should try sucking it out of your shirt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RznhxOmEfdI/AAAAAAAAAw0/jTUAriGIACI/s1600-h/Annie-+23+months+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132381486213004754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RznhxOmEfdI/AAAAAAAAAw0/jTUAriGIACI/s400/Annie-+23+months+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got her to smile by telling her to say, "I like ice cream!" Daren hosed her off in the bathtub, and then she went to bed easily and slept really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-1738925777190405798?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1738925777190405798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=1738925777190405798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1738925777190405798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1738925777190405798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-day-with-girls.html' title='First Day with the Girls'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rznht-mEfcI/AAAAAAAAAws/HG3zKo68vag/s72-c/Annie-+23+months+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-1237366293354462474</id><published>2007-11-09T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:30:10.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad to be Home</title><content type='html'>Thursday and Friday of this week Daren took some paternity leave from work. On Thursday we had a doctor's appt for Jill. She is doing great! She's gained 10 ounces (which is more than the doctor had hoped) and her color looks much better. Annie loves having her daddy around. Today Daren took Annie to Irvine where they have free hot air balloon rides. Annie enjoyed the whole outing with Daddy. They also went to the bank and the dry cleaners. Annie got candy at both places.&lt;br /&gt;Because of Jill's good appointment, I decided to let her wake me up when she was ready to eat last night. That probably wasn't the best idea, but it was wonderful for Daren and me. Jill slept soundly from 10pm to 4am. She didn't even wake herself up at 4! I woke her up and fed her. Anyway, it was nice to get a good stretch of sleep. She went back to sleep after I fed her and slept until noon or so (I have managed to cram a bottle of breast milk in her mouth while she sleeps, so she is eating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTPNemEfaI/AAAAAAAAAwg/n8eRz9kZjsk/s1600-h/Jill-+week+1+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130953705939828130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTPNemEfaI/AAAAAAAAAwg/n8eRz9kZjsk/s400/Jill-+week+1+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie is reading and modeling the cute sweatshirt that Auntie Kristen got her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTKCumEfXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/P04TajKWCf4/s1600-h/Jill-+week+1+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130948023698095474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTKCumEfXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/P04TajKWCf4/s400/Jill-+week+1+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy, Annie and Jill are relaxing on the couch (this picture was taken a week ago- I was noticing that Jill looks pretty yellow here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTKDumEfYI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/BecfC_Mktho/s1600-h/Jill-+week+1+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130948040877964674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTKDumEfYI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/BecfC_Mktho/s400/Jill-+week+1+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill is awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTKD-mEfZI/AAAAAAAAAwY/5ifcTsDBVZg/s1600-h/Jill-+week+1+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130948045172931986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTKD-mEfZI/AAAAAAAAAwY/5ifcTsDBVZg/s400/Jill-+week+1+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and his cutie girls.&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/15019345-1237366293354462474?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1237366293354462474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=1237366293354462474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1237366293354462474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1237366293354462474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/glad-to-be-home.html' title='Glad to be Home'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTPNemEfaI/AAAAAAAAAwg/n8eRz9kZjsk/s72-c/Jill-+week+1+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-2127510116004998966</id><published>2007-11-09T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T12:55:45.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Grandma and Dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTIRemEfUI/AAAAAAAAAvw/NaWA9cMq_gY/s1600-h/Jill-+week+1+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent a few days visiting Grandma and Dude in Newbury Park. Annie loved getting to spend time with them and with her cousins. Jill just did a lot of sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTIRumEfVI/AAAAAAAAAv4/-YzM0I2f15w/s1600-h/Jill-+week+1+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130946082372877650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTIRumEfVI/AAAAAAAAAv4/-YzM0I2f15w/s400/Jill-+week+1+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lavendar girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTISOmEfWI/AAAAAAAAAwA/gsJl9t_Ir00/s1600-h/Jill-+week+1+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130946090962812258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTISOmEfWI/AAAAAAAAAwA/gsJl9t_Ir00/s400/Jill-+week+1+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude and little Jill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzS_mumEfRI/AAAAAAAAAvY/hOMm0sEjDR4/s1600-h/Jill-+week+1+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130936547545480466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzS_mumEfRI/AAAAAAAAAvY/hOMm0sEjDR4/s400/Jill-+week+1+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie is giving Jill a big hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzS_nOmEfSI/AAAAAAAAAvg/vM4C-UugL7Y/s1600-h/Jill-+week+1+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130936556135415074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzS_nOmEfSI/AAAAAAAAAvg/vM4C-UugL7Y/s400/Jill-+week+1+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a kiss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzS_nemEfTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/5uHQUdSJFs8/s1600-h/Jill-+week+1+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130936560430382386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzS_nemEfTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/5uHQUdSJFs8/s400/Jill-+week+1+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma, Annie, Jill and I met Auntie Kristen, Andrew, Jer and Tyler at Borchard Park for a little playtime and a picnic. Very fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-2127510116004998966?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2127510116004998966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=2127510116004998966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/2127510116004998966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/2127510116004998966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/fun-with-grandma-and-dude.html' title='Fun with Grandma and Dude'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzTIRumEfVI/AAAAAAAAAv4/-YzM0I2f15w/s72-c/Jill-+week+1+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-36412846905989922</id><published>2007-11-08T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:47:45.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jill at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130555236053974098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNkzemEfFI/AAAAAAAAAts/sAlCAnt9vss/s400/annie+and+jill+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annie got a Little People Farm as a big sister present. Grandma even wrapped it for her. She absolutely loves it and plays with it every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130555244643908706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNkz-mEfGI/AAAAAAAAAt0/4iQevUxmHzc/s400/annie+and+jill+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annie is greeting Jill upon her arrival home from the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130555248938876018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNk0OmEfHI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Dv9IuS5txJw/s400/annie+and+jill+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annie loves holding Jill. She will often come up and say, "I hold Baby Jill!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNl3-mEfII/AAAAAAAAAuE/I2jrWuQ_byQ/s1600-h/annie+and+jill+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130556412875013250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNl3-mEfII/AAAAAAAAAuE/I2jrWuQ_byQ/s400/annie+and+jill+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt, Kristen and the boys came to visit on Friday after Jill came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNl4OmEfJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/gru5RW6ydBU/s1600-h/annie+and+jill+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130556417169980562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNl4OmEfJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/gru5RW6ydBU/s400/annie+and+jill+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The five cousins: Annie, Andrew, Jill, Tyler and Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNl4umEfKI/AAAAAAAAAuU/f9VT5tkS4_c/s1600-h/annie+and+jill+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130556425759915170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNl4umEfKI/AAAAAAAAAuU/f9VT5tkS4_c/s400/annie+and+jill+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill is conked out in her carseat while Matt, Kisten, the kiddos, Daren and I enjoy lunch at Corner Bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/15019345-36412846905989922?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/36412846905989922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=36412846905989922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/36412846905989922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/36412846905989922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/jill-at-home.html' title='Jill at home'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNkzemEfFI/AAAAAAAAAts/sAlCAnt9vss/s72-c/annie+and+jill+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-1963851034137397006</id><published>2007-11-08T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:30:51.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, More Pics: From the hospital</title><content type='html'>I know, these are old in baby life. Jill is now 9 days old. The days have flown by in a blur of visitors, feeding and not much sleep. Jill has a bit of jaundice, so the ped insisted that I do what it takes to wake her up every two hours to feed her. This is a nearly impossible task as very litttle will wake her. The things that do cause her to stir are only momentary, and she immediately falls back into her deep slumber. We see the ped again today. Hopefully, Jill is gaining weight and de-yellowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130550103568055282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNgIumEe_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/BP_Az4zWP3M/s400/Dad%27s+Camera+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daren's calling his folks just after Jill's arrival. Annie was interested but also a little nervous and ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130550107863022594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNgI-mEfAI/AAAAAAAAAtE/RsLGt7FNV_0/s400/Dad%27s+Camera+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom and babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNhdOmEfCI/AAAAAAAAAtU/sqn1cKancws/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Camera+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130551555267001378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNhdOmEfCI/AAAAAAAAAtU/sqn1cKancws/s400/Dad%27s+Camera+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Dude and their beautiful granddaughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNhdumEfDI/AAAAAAAAAtc/oaASWUVJcEo/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Camera+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130551563856935986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNhdumEfDI/AAAAAAAAAtc/oaASWUVJcEo/s400/Dad%27s+Camera+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first life group visitors: Adam and Mary. Mary did a mini photo shoot. She took the picture of Jill in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNhd-mEfEI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ql0A4UmwYmM/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Camera+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130551568151903298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNhd-mEfEI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ql0A4UmwYmM/s400/Dad%27s+Camera+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and his sweet, new daughter. Yes, she has lots o hair!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNgJOmEfBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/eSrgWCVRYnk/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Camera+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130550112157989906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNgJOmEfBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/eSrgWCVRYnk/s400/Dad%27s+Camera+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joe and Heather drove all the way from Newbury Park to see baby Jill.&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/15019345-1963851034137397006?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1963851034137397006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=1963851034137397006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1963851034137397006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/1963851034137397006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-more-pics-from-hospital.html' title='Finally, More Pics: From the hospital'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RzNgIumEe_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/BP_Az4zWP3M/s72-c/Dad%27s+Camera+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-6437748293499385715</id><published>2007-11-01T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:55:17.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jill is Here!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Baby Jill is here! She was born on October 30, 2007 at 7:18pm. The labor was super-fast and SOOOOOOOO easy (I ended up getting an epidural).&lt;br /&gt;Labor story for anyone interested:&lt;br /&gt;I went to my doctor at noon, where she discovered that my water had broken (I was leaking, not gushing), and there was meconium in the water (which she said was my fault for not being induced last week). She sent me to the hospital at 1:30, but they were insanely busy, so D and I had to wait for around 45 minutes for a room. After the wait, I laid in bed for a looooong time before I ever saw a nurse. I was 3 1/2-4 cm dilated, but they wanted to start pitocin. The doctor (not mine-the on-call doc) broke my water, inserted lots of tubes, gave me an IV, and started the pitocin somewhere between 3:30 and 4pm. The pitocin/water-breaking combo took effect almost immediately, and I was in very painful labor right away. I labored for almost two hours with SUPER intense contractions (while being strapped in the bed with tubes coming out of me). I decided that there was no way that I could last another 3-4 hours in labor of that intensity or higher, so I asked for an epidural. I was thankful that I went for it, although my labor only lasted another hour or so. I only had to push 3 times with this little peanut. It was SOOOO easy. &lt;br /&gt;We are so thankful to have healthy little baby Jill here. She's a cutie, and we're already smitten. She was 7lb, 9oz and 19 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyoAjpXvUDI/AAAAAAAAAss/M76S1T83bq0/s1600-h/Mary%27s+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127911738115575858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyoAjpXvUDI/AAAAAAAAAss/M76S1T83bq0/s400/Mary%27s+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Jill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyoAkJXvUEI/AAAAAAAAAs0/QCG7yV0Nsvo/s1600-h/Annie+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127911746705510466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyoAkJXvUEI/AAAAAAAAAs0/QCG7yV0Nsvo/s400/Annie+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is baby Annie- if you wanted to see how the sisters looked like each other. Annie was two pounds heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-6437748293499385715?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6437748293499385715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=6437748293499385715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6437748293499385715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6437748293499385715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/11/jill-is-here.html' title='Jill is Here!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyoAjpXvUDI/AAAAAAAAAss/M76S1T83bq0/s72-c/Mary%27s+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-780673906712747202</id><published>2007-10-26T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T18:26:14.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BP/ Induction Update</title><content type='html'>So, I had ny doctor's appointment, and the prayers have been working! My BP was really low! For the first time since going to this doctor! It was so nice to have so much peace. My doc didn't even mention induction today, so I guess I'll just keep praying that the baby comes out on her own sooner rather than later. I have my next appt on Tuesday, October 30, so I'll write more when I know more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-780673906712747202?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/780673906712747202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=780673906712747202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/780673906712747202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/780673906712747202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/10/bp-induction-update.html' title='BP/ Induction Update'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-7530111868450400763</id><published>2007-10-26T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:58:28.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyIOMpXvUCI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ax1stYvK80U/s1600-h/10-26-07+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125674936327688226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyIOMpXvUCI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ax1stYvK80U/s400/10-26-07+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't get hurt or evacuated because of the fires, but the Irvine/ Modjeska Canyon fire was very close to us. We could ee it from our house. This pic is the view from our backyard. Not a very clear picture, but we just wanted to get the idea. Things are definitely looking better over here, but there's still some smoke in the air.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-7530111868450400763?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7530111868450400763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=7530111868450400763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7530111868450400763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7530111868450400763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/10/fire-pic.html' title='Fire Pic'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyIOMpXvUCI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ax1stYvK80U/s72-c/10-26-07+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-5455390228270332483</id><published>2007-10-26T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:54:44.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Haircut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyIKBJXvT_I/AAAAAAAAAsM/V5rUwMaZ-Bw/s1600-h/10-26-07+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125670340712681458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyIKBJXvT_I/AAAAAAAAAsM/V5rUwMaZ-Bw/s320/10-26-07+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trimmed bangs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyIKCJXvUAI/AAAAAAAAAsU/UYUWFBBKPT8/s1600-h/10-26-07+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125670357892550658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyIKCJXvUAI/AAAAAAAAAsU/UYUWFBBKPT8/s320/10-26-07+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyIKC5XvUBI/AAAAAAAAAsc/JDP5yNBO0NQ/s1600-h/10-26-07+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125670370777452562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyIKC5XvUBI/AAAAAAAAAsc/JDP5yNBO0NQ/s320/10-26-07+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the back (well, side) of the trim that I gave Annie. I'll try to get some pics of the haircut Cheri gave her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie's hair has been looking pretty shaggy, lately. Daren's been bugging me to get it cut, but I didn't want anyone to give her a mullet or 3-inch think bangs (her bangs seem to start far back on her head). Therefore, I decided to cut Annie's hair myself. This was quite a challenge because I can't even cut paper in a straight line, let alone the wispy, wavy hair of a wiggly toddler (how's that for alliteration?). Somehow I managed to keep the bangs from being too much and the hair in back from looking too scraggly.  I was pretty proud that I had not completely ruined my daughter's cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Cheri is a hairdresser, and she came by with her son (Annie's friend Kai) the day after my attempt and cleaned up Annie's hair and added layers (ooh... fancy!). I don't have any pictures of the Cheri-updated haircut, but Annie looks very cute. It seems a lot shorter, but I don't have to put it up to keep it out of her face anymore.&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/15019345-5455390228270332483?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5455390228270332483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=5455390228270332483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5455390228270332483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5455390228270332483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-haircut.html' title='First Haircut!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RyIKBJXvT_I/AAAAAAAAAsM/V5rUwMaZ-Bw/s72-c/10-26-07+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-339993665730779952</id><published>2007-10-26T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:33:00.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Peace... For the Most Part</title><content type='html'>So, after lots of prayer and continual reading of Philippians 4, I am at peace with this whole high blood pressure thing. I have made the decision to make a date to be induced. My doctor has been pushing me hard to do that, and what was causing me the most anxiety was fighting with her. I have an appointment today at 4pm, so I will know more then. Hopefully, she'll let me wait until Monday or Tuesday, but if not, that's okay. I'm going to keep praying that I go into labor on my own before getting induced, but God has answered my praers and given me peace about whatever happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-339993665730779952?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/339993665730779952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=339993665730779952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/339993665730779952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/339993665730779952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/10/at-peace-for-most-part.html' title='At Peace... For the Most Part'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-8459602652182518575</id><published>2007-10-11T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:52:13.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister-in-law Kristen and Aunt Christy called me within 20 minutes of each other asking if they could throw me a little, last-minute shower. What moron would turn down a shower? Not me! But I did suggest that they work together since they had both asked about the same date and time for the shower. They also included my future sister-in-law Heather in the planning and they all threw me a very sweet shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't believe that so many people could come despite the week-and-a-half notice and the busyness that seems to be October. I felt so encouraged and loved. I'm so thankful for my family and friends. Thank you for celebrating our baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120229844866912242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rw616m-lT_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/k8pvyV8JP-s/s320/10-7-07+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rw617G-lUAI/AAAAAAAAAsE/mDukOcoSVAA/s1600-h/10-7-07+028.jpg"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rw602W-lT8I/AAAAAAAAArk/JpdQaU7ACCs/s1600-h/10-7-07+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120228672340840386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rw602W-lT8I/AAAAAAAAArk/JpdQaU7ACCs/s320/10-7-07+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my two sisters-in-law: Kristen and Heather (well, Heather will be in a couple months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rw603G-lT9I/AAAAAAAAArs/dsSZOFCm81U/s1600-h/10-7-07+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120228685225742290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rw603G-lT9I/AAAAAAAAArs/dsSZOFCm81U/s320/10-7-07+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy desserts and the women behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rw603W-lT-I/AAAAAAAAAr0/mJMLsGkswKI/s1600-h/10-7-07+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120228689520709602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rw603W-lT-I/AAAAAAAAAr0/mJMLsGkswKI/s320/10-7-07+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erica, Kim, me and Steph at the shower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-8459602652182518575?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8459602652182518575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=8459602652182518575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8459602652182518575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8459602652182518575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweet-shower.html' title='A Sweet Shower'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rw616m-lT_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/k8pvyV8JP-s/s72-c/10-7-07+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-5565107066121820922</id><published>2007-10-11T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:59:51.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Pressure and the Doctor</title><content type='html'>So, it seems that I have an irrational fear of the doctor. I must be one of the 20% of people who has "white coat" blood pressure issues.&lt;br /&gt;For the past two weeks my doctor has been very concerned about my blood pressure. Just last week I was sent to the hospital because it was 159/98, which is very high. When I got to the hospital, they hooked me up to a machine that took my BP every 15 minutes. My reads were between 124/82 and 116/73. I was relaxed, Annie-less, watching TV... I think I should go hang out at the hospital more often. Anyways, the doc put me on bed rest. BOO! I borrowed my dad's blood pressure reader (oh yes, he's got all kinds of medical doo dads), and I've been faithfully tracking my BP for the last week. It was totally low whenever I was resting (120/80 is normal, and I'm consistently under that if I'm lying down). So, I started cheating a bit: I went to church, took my BP immediately after... it was normal. I went to my baby shower... same thing, normal BP. I did some light housecleaning... no reads over the 120s or 80s.&lt;br /&gt;That is until the morning of my doctor's appt. on Tuesday. My BP is fine when I wake up, but as my 10:45 appointment draws near, my numbers steadily creep up. My last read before leaving for the doc is somewhere around 140/95. I was not doing anything except lying on the couch, trying to will myself to calm down so my BP would be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor's office, and it was high again, but I showed her all of my numbers from the week. She asked me if there was something making me nervous, but I couldn't think of anything. She had me lie on my left side and says that she'll send in the PA to take my BP again in 15 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;I rested for what felt like an eternity. There was no clock, so I had no idea how much time had passed. I stuck my head out the door, and the receptionist gawks and asks, "Did we forget about you?" They had. My doc had been called to labor and delivery, and I'd been left in the room for over 30 minutes. The PA took my BP again, and it was better.  Maybe that's why I get so nervous going to the doctor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-5565107066121820922?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5565107066121820922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=5565107066121820922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5565107066121820922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5565107066121820922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/10/blood-pressure-and-doctor.html' title='Blood Pressure and the Doctor'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-7241778387539202411</id><published>2007-10-01T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:08:10.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Our amazing Life Group surprised us this Saturday with a baby shower. They said we were having an end-of-summer barbeque, but when Daren and I showed up, there were pink and lavendar balloons everywhere, and everyone yelled, "surprise!" This was my first surprise party, and I loved it! We were both so touched, and we felt really loved. Thank you, Life Group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwF7km-lT5I/AAAAAAAAArM/N53avxS60a0/s1600-h/IMG_2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116506520538140562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwF7km-lT5I/AAAAAAAAArM/N53avxS60a0/s320/IMG_2108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sign for baby Jill that Emily made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwF7lG-lT6I/AAAAAAAAArU/Ryb-Pe0vvSs/s1600-h/IMG_2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116506529128075170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwF7lG-lT6I/AAAAAAAAArU/Ryb-Pe0vvSs/s320/IMG_2121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren and Annie are still in shock after the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwF7lm-lT7I/AAAAAAAAArc/6uY1twPqDw4/s1600-h/IMG_2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116506537718009778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwF7lm-lT7I/AAAAAAAAArc/6uY1twPqDw4/s320/IMG_2112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katie's ready to get good pictures of our shocked faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwF6yG-lT2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/kdguDAIwfLI/s1600-h/IMG_2149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116505652954746722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwF6yG-lT2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/kdguDAIwfLI/s320/IMG_2149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwF6yW-lT3I/AAAAAAAAAq8/Xv0WoIiwnDc/s1600-h/IMG_2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116505657249714034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwF6yW-lT3I/AAAAAAAAAq8/Xv0WoIiwnDc/s320/IMG_2141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie loved the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwF6zW-lT4I/AAAAAAAAArE/RwL0PCvRXjc/s1600-h/IMG_2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116505674429583234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwF6zW-lT4I/AAAAAAAAArE/RwL0PCvRXjc/s320/IMG_2122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing shower games. Having boys makes a whole new experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwFmF2-lTzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/id2cX5Zcffo/s1600-h/Shower+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116482902512979762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwFmF2-lTzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/id2cX5Zcffo/s320/Shower+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Diane and Frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwFmG2-lT0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/AEokctALlY4/s1600-h/Shower+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116482919692848962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwFmG2-lT0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/AEokctALlY4/s320/Shower+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam and Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwFmIG-lT1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/vTVMQ2NozdQ/s1600-h/IMG_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116482941167685458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwFmIG-lT1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/vTVMQ2NozdQ/s320/IMG_2157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eric and Sean pose after a wrestling match. That's what you get when you invite boys to a baby shower!&lt;/div&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/15019345-7241778387539202411?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7241778387539202411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=7241778387539202411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7241778387539202411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7241778387539202411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/10/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwF7km-lT5I/AAAAAAAAArM/N53avxS60a0/s72-c/IMG_2108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-7622096718676122458</id><published>2007-09-30T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T18:28:19.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the Braids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwBL8m-lTwI/AAAAAAAAAqE/KvkTdcS-2mU/s1600-h/Shower+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116172681320156930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwBL8m-lTwI/AAAAAAAAAqE/KvkTdcS-2mU/s320/Shower+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwBL9G-lTxI/AAAAAAAAAqM/EA8KJKZEmcY/s1600-h/Shower+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116172689910091538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwBL9G-lTxI/AAAAAAAAAqM/EA8KJKZEmcY/s320/Shower+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwBL-G-lTyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/CFML3S9AOZA/s1600-h/Shower+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116172707089960738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwBL-G-lTyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/CFML3S9AOZA/s320/Shower+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought I'd share some pics of Annie looking "oh so cute" in her braids and striped sweater (a clearance steal from Target at $1.49). She loves to go outside and play on the little patio. She rides her little bike, sits at her new table, plays a little basketball, and goes down her slide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie's fine baby hair doesn't stay neatly in braids for too long, so I had to get out the camera right away. Annie's Auntie Kristen French braided her hair for our trip to the fair, but after a nap in the car, the hairs had started coming out. I don't know how to French braid, so I'll have to get Kristen to do it again. I just have to say, love the braids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-7622096718676122458?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7622096718676122458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=7622096718676122458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7622096718676122458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/7622096718676122458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-braids.html' title='Love the Braids!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwBL8m-lTwI/AAAAAAAAAqE/KvkTdcS-2mU/s72-c/Shower+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-5638695978278714800</id><published>2007-09-30T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T18:19:01.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Partay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwBKlW-lTuI/AAAAAAAAAp0/KoWBoyQfvro/s1600-h/IMG_2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116171182376570594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwBKlW-lTuI/AAAAAAAAAp0/KoWBoyQfvro/s320/IMG_2103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eric has an unhealthy love for The Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwBKmW-lTvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/zZ5VlgV7_CY/s1600-h/IMG_2105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116171199556439794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwBKmW-lTvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/zZ5VlgV7_CY/s320/IMG_2105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and me enjoying our pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwBIhW-lTtI/AAAAAAAAAps/T1LzVV9qnkM/s1600-h/IMG_2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116168914633838290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwBIhW-lTtI/AAAAAAAAAps/T1LzVV9qnkM/s320/IMG_2106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren and Eric "cuddling" on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my friend Mary threw an Office party (for the season premiere, of course), and Daren and I grabbed the pack n play, and headed over for some delish Costco pizza and some laughs with our life group friends. Mary was the only one who took pictures, so I'm poaching hers, but I just wanted to document the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marc and Emily, Abbie, and of course, Mary and Adam were at the party, but I only have the pics Mary gave me.&lt;/div&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/15019345-5638695978278714800?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5638695978278714800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=5638695978278714800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5638695978278714800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/5638695978278714800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/office-partay.html' title='Office Partay'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RwBKlW-lTuI/AAAAAAAAAp0/KoWBoyQfvro/s72-c/IMG_2103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-2386682214758033050</id><published>2007-09-24T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:20:07.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA County had a Fair!</title><content type='html'>The day after Dad's birthday, he, Matt and I decided to take the three older grandkids to the LA County Fair. We had such a blast! The kids are close enough in age that they seem to enjoy the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113880556058529426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgnRW-lTpI/AAAAAAAAApM/UmZRulvg-n8/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude and his grandkids on the ferris wheel. The kids loved going up really high and seeing the horses down below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgnQ2-lToI/AAAAAAAAApE/p9iOgBMpXjs/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113880547468594818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgnQ2-lToI/AAAAAAAAApE/p9iOgBMpXjs/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt, Jer and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgnRm-lTqI/AAAAAAAAApU/lHWTGUakptg/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113880560353496738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgnRm-lTqI/AAAAAAAAApU/lHWTGUakptg/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dude and Annie going down the super slide. That was probably Annie's favorite. She and Dude went down three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgmgG-lTlI/AAAAAAAAAos/Dkt28ux7QT8/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113879709949972050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgmgG-lTlI/AAAAAAAAAos/Dkt28ux7QT8/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dude was just going to take Annie on the carousel, but the boys wanted to go too! They all had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rvgmgm-lTmI/AAAAAAAAAo0/unkHoaNNFmw/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113879718539906658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rvgmgm-lTmI/AAAAAAAAAo0/unkHoaNNFmw/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Dude on the horsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgmhG-lTnI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3OgDLPaJOGI/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113879727129841266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgmhG-lTnI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3OgDLPaJOGI/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the ferris wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvglJ2-lTiI/AAAAAAAAAoU/h2sQqO-WXd4/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113878228186254882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvglJ2-lTiI/AAAAAAAAAoU/h2sQqO-WXd4/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie and Dude walking through some exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvglKW-lTjI/AAAAAAAAAoc/sDUSrtcE9ks/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113878236776189490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvglKW-lTjI/AAAAAAAAAoc/sDUSrtcE9ks/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking at the huge sows and little piglets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvglK2-lTkI/AAAAAAAAAok/zFRpb7zzJjE/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113878245366124098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvglK2-lTkI/AAAAAAAAAok/zFRpb7zzJjE/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt, Dude and the kids in front of the piggies.&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/15019345-2386682214758033050?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2386682214758033050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=2386682214758033050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/2386682214758033050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/2386682214758033050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-county-had-fair.html' title='LA County had a Fair!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgnRW-lTpI/AAAAAAAAApM/UmZRulvg-n8/s72-c/Dad%27s+Bday+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-6025885390061171956</id><published>2007-09-24T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T13:55:34.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgiGG-lThI/AAAAAAAAAoM/IcJbKzuX4fk/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113874865226862098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgiGG-lThI/AAAAAAAAAoM/IcJbKzuX4fk/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Dad's birthday, he took us all to Lawry's in Beverly Hills. It was wonderful being with the fam and getting to chat and catch up. Granny also joined us for dinner, but Dad looks funny in the picture of him and Granny, so I left it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgfcW-lTeI/AAAAAAAAAn0/3PTH9rksRYQ/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113871948944068066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgfcW-lTeI/AAAAAAAAAn0/3PTH9rksRYQ/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way out to Lawry's, Matt and I picked up the engagement ring that Joe bought for Heather. It was tough because he didn't propose until the day after, so we couldn't talk about it! As of Friday, Joe and Heather are officially engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rvgfc2-lTfI/AAAAAAAAAn8/9Bm8jNiXD-E/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113871957534002674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rvgfc2-lTfI/AAAAAAAAAn8/9Bm8jNiXD-E/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daren took the metrolink and then the subway and a bus to avoid traffic. He's so citified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgfdW-lTgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/hNHDnPslpaA/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113871966123937282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgfdW-lTgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/hNHDnPslpaA/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After spending a day with her brothers, Kristen met us at Lawry's. Amazingly, we all showed up about the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgecG-lTbI/AAAAAAAAAnc/yryO5YbqXrU/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113870845137472946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgecG-lTbI/AAAAAAAAAnc/yryO5YbqXrU/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Earlier on September 20 (Dad's birthday), he and the grandkids had their own birthday party for him. The kiddos didn't join us at Lawry's, so this was some special Dude time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rvgecm-lTcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/dMQXJRLQom8/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113870853727407554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/Rvgecm-lTcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/dMQXJRLQom8/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Dude both LOVED their cake. Grandma made it, and it tasted so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgedG-lTdI/AAAAAAAAAns/xgVRQSuGWoc/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Bday+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113870862317342162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgedG-lTdI/AAAAAAAAAns/xgVRQSuGWoc/s320/Dad%27s+Bday+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie, Grandma and Tyler are enjoying a movie on the couch. Andrew and Jer are sitting in chairs watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-6025885390061171956?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6025885390061171956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=6025885390061171956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6025885390061171956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/6025885390061171956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492296507220730751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/7164/320/Europe-Africa%20060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RvgiGG-lThI/AAAAAAAAAoM/IcJbKzuX4fk/s72-c/Dad%27s+Bday+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-8949386473288922591</id><published>2007-09-16T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T09:14:02.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie at 21 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lnVvWxs25hI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lnVvWxs25hI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-8949386473288922591?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8949386473288922591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=8949386473288922591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8949386473288922591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/8949386473288922591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/annie-at-21-months.html' title='Annie at 21 Months'/><author><name>Daren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259242012096764991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-3178533177392820285</id><published>2007-09-16T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T09:14:22.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie at 21 Months Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLa9ZNr8cyo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLa9ZNr8cyo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15019345-3178533177392820285?l=blomquistfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3178533177392820285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15019345&amp;postID=3178533177392820285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3178533177392820285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15019345/posts/default/3178533177392820285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blomquistfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/annie-at-21-months-part-i.html' title='Annie at 21 Months Part II'/><author><name>Daren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259242012096764991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15019345.post-1116215750882338076</id><published>2007-09-10T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T15:07:16.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise for Oma and Georgie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW52gyT4bI/AAAAAAAAAkw/6EzVW0pqY4Y/s1600-h/September+07+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108693698486722994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW52gyT4bI/AAAAAAAAAkw/6EzVW0pqY4Y/s320/September+07+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, Daren told his parents that he was coming to Wichita for a business trip, but he didn't tell them that Annie and I woul be coming with him! That was the surprise. We were able to find me a ticket from Orange County to Wichita (not LAX to Kansas City) for $200 round trip! Insane. We used to look for LAX to Wichita and not find anything under $400. Anyway, we just couldn't turn down the opportunity to surprise Oma and Georgie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW53gyT4cI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gDdPuvlniTg/s1600-h/September+07+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108693715666592194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW53gyT4cI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gDdPuvlniTg/s320/September+07+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Thursday night, we went out for a birthday dinner for Daren at Carriage Crossing- a restaurant in the Amish town of Yoder. Annie liked her mashed potatoes and freshly baked bread the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW55AyT4dI/AAAAAAAAAlA/4ytu-5p8mYI/s1600-h/September+07+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108693741436395986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW55AyT4dI/AAAAAAAAAlA/4ytu-5p8mYI/s320/September+07+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday Oma and Georgie took Annie and I to the Kansas State Fair. Annie had never been to a fair before, and she just loved it. She especially loved the petting zoo and seeing all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW4ugyT4YI/AAAAAAAAAkY/-ePWaM4F418/s1600-h/September+07+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108692461536141698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW4ugyT4YI/AAAAAAAAAkY/-ePWaM4F418/s320/September+07+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Georgie are looking at the horses (which Annie calls norsies, for some reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW4vwyT4ZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3qpiojuVW6c/s1600-h/September+07+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108692483010978194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW4vwyT4ZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3qpiojuVW6c/s320/September+07+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annie and Georgie are petting the baby goat in the petting zoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Friday night, Daren, Annie and I went to Phil and Penni's house. We had dinner with them and then Josh joined us. Unfortunately we didn't get any pictures. We did have a great time catching up with some of Daren's old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW4wgyT4aI/AAAAAAAAAko/9PTWUiKxmMA/s1600-h/September+07+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108692495895880098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW4wgyT4aI/AAAAAAAAAko/9PTWUiKxmMA/s320/September+07+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oma introduced Annie to lots of musical instruments. Annie loved it when Oma would play the piano for her. She kept asking, "again please?" as soon as the song was over. Annie also enjoyed playing the tambourine and watching Oma play the accordion.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108691413564121458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW3xgyT4XI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/b62KE3zx8BA/s320/September+07+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW3wgyT4VI/AAAAAAAAAkA/YbnAjsSiIt8/s1600-h/September+07+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108691396384252242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW3wgyT4VI/AAAAAAAAAkA/YbnAjsSiIt8/s320/September+07+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tea time! Oma made Annie some "tea" one morning while she was having some tea and I was drinking coffee. We had a regular tea party. Annie's tea was milk with a little hot water and a tiny bit of sugar. Annie LOVED it. She kept saying "more tea please?" She had three cups. The little cup that Annie is using is from Darlene's tea set that she's had since she was a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW3xAyT4WI/AAAAAAAAAkI/YX73TcrvU5w/s1600-h/September+07+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108698968411595234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW-pQyT4eI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bs1B3b2lZfY/s320/September+07+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW2wAyT4SI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ufPixSpvM-U/s1600-h/September+07+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108690288282689826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW2wAyT4SI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ufPixSpvM-U/s320/September+07+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oma, Daren and I took Annie to the park on Saturday afternoon. She had a lot of fun in the humid, but not-too-hot Kansas afternoon. The weather overall was quite pleasant. It was humid, but it never seemed to get too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW2xAyT4TI/AAAAAAAAAjw/O4Ak0ZabKpE/s1600-h/September+07+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108690305462559026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW2xAyT4TI/AAAAAAAAAjw/O4Ak0ZabKpE/s320/September+07+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oma and Annie are steering the ship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW2ygyT4UI/AAAAAAAAAj4/uh86BxzOoiE/s1600-h/September+07+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108690331232362818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuW2ygyT4UI/AAAAAAAAAj4/uh86BxzOoiE/s320/September+07+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuWw6AyT4PI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_Ga1VkCmBXs/s1600-h/September+07+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108683863011614962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuWw6AyT4PI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_Ga1VkCmBXs/s320/September+07+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took Dale and Darlene out for an anniversary dinner. It's a little belated as their anniversary is in August, but it was still fun to celebrate with them. We went to PF Changs. Annie really likes Chinese food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ok0XyurSfec/RuWw6gyT4QI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JcQWdSCrvsk/s1600-h/September+07+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108683871601549570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0p
