<?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-3981737277405929025</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:52:22.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Outnumbered!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-5242780437787225904</id><published>2010-02-14T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:45:50.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S3gojY1Q8PI/AAAAAAAAB_E/_y99MyDC-Y4/s1600-h/DSC_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438141138476265714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S3gojY1Q8PI/AAAAAAAAB_E/_y99MyDC-Y4/s320/DSC_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day. Pink, heart shaped pancakes were a perfect way to start the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-5242780437787225904?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/5242780437787225904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=5242780437787225904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5242780437787225904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5242780437787225904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S3gojY1Q8PI/AAAAAAAAB_E/_y99MyDC-Y4/s72-c/DSC_0288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-7452637306922652535</id><published>2010-02-05T15:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:35:02.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brag on John</title><content type='html'>Just have to brag on my baby for a minute.  John scored 100% on his kindergarten screening today, and was the first kid this year to do so!  Go John!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-7452637306922652535?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/7452637306922652535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=7452637306922652535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7452637306922652535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7452637306922652535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2010/02/brag-on-john.html' title='Brag on John'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4235841409301903182</id><published>2010-02-01T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:53:39.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dreaded Parent Teacher conference</title><content type='html'>No new pictures.  I don't think I have even gotten my camera out in weeks.  We need this cold to go away so we can do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had their parent teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conferences&lt;/span&gt; last week, and everyone got a good report.  John's teachers said he is all set for kindergarten.  The only issue he has is with sitting still and listening during story time.  She said if it is one on one he will sit and listen to stories all day, but when they're in a group his attention wanders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to Natalie and Rebecca's conference I asked how they do in class together.  There is only one class per age level at their school so I haven't had to deal with making the decision of keeping them together or splitting them up for school.  The teacher said they each have their own friends and don't play together all that often.  Natalie hangs with the girls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; plays with the boys.  This is no surprise to me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; is all about the boys anywhere we go.  We will walk into places and she will immediately start pointing out all the men and boys.  If this is starting at age 2, I am not looking forward to age 13!  Rebecca's teacher did have one concern.  She does not know her colors (which isn't a big deal at this age) but she was having trouble matching colors.  If the teacher held up a red ball and showed Becca how to pick another red ball, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; would pick a green one.  She said there was a possibility of her being color blind.  So I called the doctor to see if they could do some sort of screening at her next check up, but they said she is too young.  But now, just a week later, she knows almost all of her colors.  It just suddenly clicked.  It is funny how these little brains work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John has his kindergarten screening this Friday.  We had a friend that went last week, so she gave us a heads up on all the things he is supposed to know.  I think he has them all down except his address.  He knows the house number and he knows the street, he just doesn't put them together.  Oh well, I can't imagine that will keep him out of school. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-4235841409301903182?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4235841409301903182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4235841409301903182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4235841409301903182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4235841409301903182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreaded-parent-teacher-conference.html' title='The dreaded Parent Teacher conference'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-1966550904245836783</id><published>2010-01-10T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:54:46.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss summer</title><content type='html'>Oh how I hate the winter.  Cold and I do not get along.  We had our 1st real snow of the season this past week.  The kids were so excited.  I got them all bundled up, which took close to an hour.  John really wanted to build a snowman, but the snow was not sticky enough.  We basically took one walk through the yard and they were all wanting to go back inside.  All that work for 5 minutes (if that) of standing in the cold.  Where the heck is this global warming?  Right now I think that sounds great!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0quWtK0dKI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/y6YlULsWYO4/s1600-h/DSC_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425340406226515106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0quWtK0dKI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/y6YlULsWYO4/s320/DSC_0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0quWD0WQbI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/_YUpYbuHwYI/s1600-h/DSC_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425340395126407602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0quWD0WQbI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/_YUpYbuHwYI/s320/DSC_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0quV7HsbaI/AAAAAAAAB-I/h6lnsJA9qRk/s1600-h/DSC_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425340392791633314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0quV7HsbaI/AAAAAAAAB-I/h6lnsJA9qRk/s320/DSC_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3981737277405929025-1966550904245836783?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/1966550904245836783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=1966550904245836783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1966550904245836783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1966550904245836783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-summer.html' title='I miss summer'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0quWtK0dKI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/y6YlULsWYO4/s72-c/DSC_0284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4970394547894607434</id><published>2010-01-10T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:49:53.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425336913268983874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qrLY42SEI/AAAAAAAAB94/gytJQiw1jxk/s320/DSC_0277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;New Year's Eve just isn't the same after kids.  This year we went over to a friends house for a wild night of board games and sparkling grape juice.  The girls played for a bit and then went to bed, but John and his friend actually stayed up to greet the new year.  I was surprised!  While the little boys were off playing, the adults played Taboo and Balderdash.  Julie and I were the champions of Taboo by a mile.  Balderdash got interesting as one of our friends, with no kids to drive home, was drinking quite a bit.  When you play this game you make up definitions for strange words and try to get people to pick yours as the correct definition.  Let's just say his were never picked.  That boy has a dirty mind.  As 2009 drew to a close we all gathered in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; to watch the ball drop and got our New Year's kisses.  Then we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bundled&lt;/span&gt; up and went outside to let the kids bang pots and pans and watch fireworks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425336900877767026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qrKqujUXI/AAAAAAAAB9o/9gSldBYz_ZQ/s320/DSC_0271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425336909978019874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qrLMoOKCI/AAAAAAAAB9w/HkL53MU6iPY/s320/DSC_0276.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qrL_9aJAI/AAAAAAAAB-A/eGLGHWIkeCs/s1600-h/DSC_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425336923757093890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qrL_9aJAI/AAAAAAAAB-A/eGLGHWIkeCs/s320/DSC_0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, that is white grape juice...not champagne  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-4970394547894607434?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4970394547894607434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4970394547894607434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4970394547894607434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4970394547894607434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2009'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qrLY42SEI/AAAAAAAAB94/gytJQiw1jxk/s72-c/DSC_0277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-5272320046817008103</id><published>2010-01-10T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:35:21.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425331661011161138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qmZqtAEDI/AAAAAAAAB9A/WYylMoLxKEQ/s320/22453_549897414730_71902322_32169330_3759782_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;festivities&lt;/span&gt; started off at my Grandma's house for dinner.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; as always.  After dinner we opened a present that our Elf on a Shelf left us before he went back to the North Pole.  Pajamas for everyone and a movie to watch before heading to church for Christmas Eve service.  The movie held the kids attention for about 20 minutes.  At church we took the kids to the playroom, but Natalie wasn't having that.  She wanted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; with the grownups.  She was so good during the service.  Near the end she fell asleep in my arms which NEVER happens.  I was loving every minute of it.  While people stood up to sing I just stayed seated and held her.  I almost had a fit of the giggles when the man behind me started using my head as a book rest for his hymnal while he stood and sang.  I don't think he had any idea he was doing it, so I tried to stay as still as possible so I wouldn't jiggle his book.  After service we headed home, put 3 super sleepy kids to bed in their new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;, and got to setting up the living room with a truckload of new toys from Santa.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425331664425777570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qmZ3bG-aI/AAAAAAAAB9I/aElyTurxTxQ/s320/DSC_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425331675819139714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qmah3f4oI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/IL1sb41AYRo/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was awesome.  This was the 1st year that all 3 kids really "got it."  Each one got the one thing they asked for from Santa.  John - a remote controlled rocket  Natalie - a baby doll and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; - a baby doll bed.  After playing for a little while my mom, grandma, sister, brother, and someday sister in law came over.  We had a little to eat and set about opening the piles and piles of gifts.  John had fun with the girls jewelry...as did my brother.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425331681250459218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qma2GbPlI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/xalpmRvmOIc/s320/DSC_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qmbcjg6qI/AAAAAAAAB9g/7sBNFMJTzcU/s1600-h/DSC_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425331691573013154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qmbcjg6qI/AAAAAAAAB9g/7sBNFMJTzcU/s320/DSC_0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For lunch we went to my Dad's house.  More good food (I ate WAY too much) and more presents.  I think my favorite part of the day was when my dad opened my gift to him.  On top of his present I had attached a couple lottery tickets.  One of them was fake.  When he scratched it off it said he won $20,000.  He was all nervous and excited.  He was a very good sport when he found out he had not actually won.  He was just disappointed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he already had it spent in his mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch at my Dad's we headed to Mike's parents for our final stop of the day.  Everyone was in town, so it was a full house but a lot of fun.  The kids played with all their cousins and the adults had time to catch up with each other's lives.  More presents, more presents.  We actually had to leave a few at their house because they wouldn't fit in our overstuffed sleigh, I mean car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-5272320046817008103?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/5272320046817008103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=5272320046817008103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5272320046817008103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5272320046817008103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qmZqtAEDI/AAAAAAAAB9A/WYylMoLxKEQ/s72-c/22453_549897414730_71902322_32169330_3759782_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-9125165350451801934</id><published>2010-01-10T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:14:44.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John is 5!!!</title><content type='html'>December 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; my little boy turned 5!  He is sweet, caring, crazy, and super sassy.  One minute he will come up to me out of nowhere and tell me he loves me, and the next he is emptying his glass of milk into the dogs food bowl.  For his birthday party this year we had it at his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kwon&lt;/span&gt; Do studio.  This was the 1st birthday party they had ever done, so we were a little nervous, but it went great.  The boys all had so much fun.  They started with a warm up which was comical, as most 4-5 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; have not been through a stretching routine.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425326777266933954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qh9ZVpEMI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/VW68T8Z1RWE/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After everybody was all warmed up they went through some of the regular punching and kicking drills that they do in class.  Then they brought out the pads and the big bags which the kids had a ball trying to knock over.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425326782933619330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qh9ucr0oI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/ms0RS-Zwf6Q/s320/DSC_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425326791269955202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qh-NgONoI/AAAAAAAAB8g/TmcusOYN91U/s320/DSC_0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The highlight of the day was when each kid got to decorate a board and then break it.  John won't be doing this in class for quite a while, so he was pumped to get to do it on his birthday.  There was quite a bit of "help" from Master George as he bent the boards a bit as the kids hit them.  They were all so proud and they got to take their broken boards home as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;souvenir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425326795737399602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qh-eJWATI/AAAAAAAAB8o/i6JxIkRyMZk/s320/DSC_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425326803413990082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qh-6vlesI/AAAAAAAAB8w/_1gIHXiARlo/s320/DSC_0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Instead of a cake, we had a cupcake bar.  Each child got a plain, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unfrosted&lt;/span&gt; cupcake.  Then they got to go over to the bar and choose their frosting and toppings.  After eating they all ran an obstacle course.  I'm not sure why they had to wear a helmet, as none of it was dangerous, but they all did.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qiVUpVOjI/AAAAAAAAB84/R2JLC6XA5gM/s1600-h/DSC_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425327188324203058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qiVUpVOjI/AAAAAAAAB84/R2JLC6XA5gM/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once we came home from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kwon&lt;/span&gt; Do party, we set up preparations for a birthday party at home with the family.  Mike braved the cold and barbecued hamburgers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hotdogs&lt;/span&gt; and we had present time, cake, and ice cream.  I usually love making John a cake with a theme, but this year he asked for a plain circle cake.  I reluctantly obliged.  I made it the night before, set it in the middle of the kitchen table, and locked the dog out of the kitchen.  Unfortunately at some point in the night, Mike went into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt; and forgot to lock the gate behind him.  Arthur got in and ate the sides out of the cake.  A quick trip to the grocery store resulted in  a very yummy bakery made cake with pieces of candy bar on the top.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425325807252952914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qhE7wSV1I/AAAAAAAAB7o/vQf_DMoZlMY/s320/22453_549897389780_71902322_32169326_5799217_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425325809661547538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qhFEuilBI/AAAAAAAAB7w/dUFhO9hw4aU/s320/22453_549897394770_71902322_32169327_6412604_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425325815313060194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qhFZx90WI/AAAAAAAAB74/ZfHm21VgNIQ/s320/DSC_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425325822939438082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qhF2MPHAI/AAAAAAAAB8A/Mr66GopdyWg/s320/DSC_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425325826681912578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qhGEIgvQI/AAAAAAAAB8I/W_uctBdEpbQ/s320/DSC_0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-9125165350451801934?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/9125165350451801934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=9125165350451801934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/9125165350451801934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/9125165350451801934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2010/01/john-is-5.html' title='John is 5!!!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/S0qh9ZVpEMI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/VW68T8Z1RWE/s72-c/DSC_0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6112133429926787816</id><published>2009-12-22T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:02:40.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card</title><content type='html'>Just in case anyone didn't receive our Christmas card...here's yours! :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SzE1uEt2p-I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/TrdG1-vaG1M/s1600-h/livepreview3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418230691992668610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SzFsG3tXicI/AAAAAAAAB7g/9ckHxhoyTEI/s320/livepreview31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-6112133429926787816?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6112133429926787816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6112133429926787816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6112133429926787816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6112133429926787816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-card.html' title='Christmas Card'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SzFsG3tXicI/AAAAAAAAB7g/9ckHxhoyTEI/s72-c/livepreview31.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6535192745810627831</id><published>2009-12-16T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:58:51.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bells will be ringing</title><content type='html'>Today John had his Christmas concert at preschool.  Before any singing began, Pastor Liz came in to tell the story of Christ's birth.  She opened with a question, "Do you know who's birthday we are getting ready to celebrate.  It's someone very important."  John promptly raised his hand and replied, "MINE!"  Yes John, your birthday is coming up, and yes, you are very important.  She was looking for Jesus though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing the Christmas story the kids got down to singing.  They all had jingle bells to ring throughout every song and there was excitement all around when the bucket of bells was passed to the kids.  They all did very well, singing all the Christmas standards.  John said his very favorite was Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.  After singing the parents left and the kids got down to business with their Christmas Party.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sym4AXTSHpI/AAAAAAAAB7I/jJYcu5xGarE/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416062343284137618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sym4AXTSHpI/AAAAAAAAB7I/jJYcu5xGarE/s320/DSC_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sym4AHr7B9I/AAAAAAAAB7A/SQi861BJ3zU/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416062339092514770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sym4AHr7B9I/AAAAAAAAB7A/SQi861BJ3zU/s320/DSC_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sym3_tolJ7I/AAAAAAAAB64/oBFn3Q1PjBo/s1600-h/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416062332099176370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sym3_tolJ7I/AAAAAAAAB64/oBFn3Q1PjBo/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sym3_FCz1_I/AAAAAAAAB6w/hIcTUuQ4e4s/s1600-h/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416062321203337202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sym3_FCz1_I/AAAAAAAAB6w/hIcTUuQ4e4s/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sym3-khoojI/AAAAAAAAB6o/8OcSrvexkdw/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416062312474255922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sym3-khoojI/AAAAAAAAB6o/8OcSrvexkdw/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3981737277405929025-6535192745810627831?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6535192745810627831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6535192745810627831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6535192745810627831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6535192745810627831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/12/bells-will-be-ringing.html' title='Bells will be ringing'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sym4AXTSHpI/AAAAAAAAB7I/jJYcu5xGarE/s72-c/DSC_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4688486357566278815</id><published>2009-12-15T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:26:44.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyfixEwbWWI/AAAAAAAAB6g/j7OzUUdluc0/s1600-h/DSC_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415546409654638946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyfixEwbWWI/AAAAAAAAB6g/j7OzUUdluc0/s320/DSC_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today the kids and I braved the mall for our trip to see Santa. The whole way there we talked about how nice Santa is and how there is no reason to be scared of him. This was all fine until John saw the jolly old elf. He said Santa looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; and he refused to sit with him. This is the same Santa we see every year, so I don't know why he thought he looked different this year. Natalie was a little shy, but sat on his lap no problem. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; I had to sit with for a moment and then make the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;handoff&lt;/span&gt; to Santa and bolt out of the picture. I'll have to scan the picture and post it later. Natalie is sitting nicely (with her fingers in her mouth) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; is wailing. John is nowhere to be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went down to Macy's where they have a letter writing area and a mailbox to send a letter to Santa. John wrote "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rocketship&lt;/span&gt;" and explained that Santa will know that he means a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rocketship&lt;/span&gt; with a remote control with no fire coming out of the back. Natalie drew a baby doll and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; drew a baby doll bed. I am hoping Santa can make sense of their scribbles.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415545885020469810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyfiSiV5OjI/AAAAAAAAB54/Rj26r3QKZb4/s320/DSC_0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415545893246120866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyfiTA_Cs6I/AAAAAAAAB6A/HwRZihDZ_kU/s320/DSC_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415545902286157586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyfiTiqWtxI/AAAAAAAAB6I/mgFUOFUYhoQ/s320/DSC_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415545909280008162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyfiT8t0Z-I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/IM8OEPUYEfo/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415545913665071362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyfiUNDTKQI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/oNxZ6SxnspM/s320/DSC_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-4688486357566278815?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4688486357566278815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4688486357566278815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4688486357566278815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4688486357566278815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa...'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyfixEwbWWI/AAAAAAAAB6g/j7OzUUdluc0/s72-c/DSC_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-5819799562639166183</id><published>2009-12-13T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:46:54.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the church's Christmas Pageant. John had the role of the goat. He did a wonderful job of saying his line, "I am the goat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baaa&lt;/span&gt;." :) The parents of the barnyard animals had been told to make ears for the kids, but John was the only one with them on that day. He may have looked a little out of place, but adorable none the less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414946734776118482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyXBXZv97NI/AAAAAAAAB4w/WyfXFeowMTs/s320/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414946743177701218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyXBX5DD52I/AAAAAAAAB44/QPcVtZvzXtw/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner tonight I finally gave in and brought out the gingerbread house to decorate. I took the easy route and bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-baked, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-assembled house that came with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-made frosting and candies for decorating. The kids had a great time decorating it, and trying to sneak the candies in their mouth without Mike or I noticing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414946747394651986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyXBYIwdd1I/AAAAAAAAB5A/iZ7mDzEg3d8/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414946753808246034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyXBYgplJRI/AAAAAAAAB5I/ZfKbzeGfzYk/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once decorations were complete I decided to do a little decorating of my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414946759797180290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyXBY29dB4I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/PsbCUEEtPqs/s320/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414947911207073138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyXCb4S9tXI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/uWbxeSpwJyk/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Arthur helped with the clean-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414947915094104338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyXCcGxtGRI/AAAAAAAAB5g/_-HbDM1dvvA/s320/DSC_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After baths to clean all the frosting off the little ones we sat down and watched a bunch of home movies. The kids were so confused asking who all the babies were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414947919907723586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyXCcYtXGUI/AAAAAAAAB5o/QfbzUG47GRw/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and John had another belt test in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kwon&lt;/span&gt; Do last week and he moved up to a red stripe. I don't have any pictures of him with it though. They are on holiday break until January, so he won't be in his uniform any time soon.&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/3981737277405929025-5819799562639166183?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/5819799562639166183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=5819799562639166183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5819799562639166183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5819799562639166183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyXBXZv97NI/AAAAAAAAB4w/WyfXFeowMTs/s72-c/DSC_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-2883109251552345887</id><published>2009-12-10T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:59:11.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously????</title><content type='html'>This is what I found when I got them up from their nap. The window shade was just put up yesterday because the previous one they had torn down and destroyed like wild animals, I mean toddlers.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413657531526782914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyEs15ZFn8I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8JLLnrq6J3E/s320/DSC_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413657536091480418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyEs2KZZYWI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/fhpLfuv-S0g/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The suspects - caught Sharpie handed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413657544402822466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyEs2pW-ZUI/AAAAAAAAB4g/v-ka7JCwaNQ/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413657546582294226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyEs2xemftI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Nek1Ps0ycxs/s320/DSC_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-2883109251552345887?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/2883109251552345887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=2883109251552345887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2883109251552345887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2883109251552345887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/12/seriously.html' title='Seriously????'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SyEs15ZFn8I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8JLLnrq6J3E/s72-c/DSC_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6084872444333450699</id><published>2009-12-09T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:00:36.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with John</title><content type='html'>John:  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: I love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I love you forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John:  I love you forever and holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-6084872444333450699?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6084872444333450699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6084872444333450699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6084872444333450699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6084872444333450699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/12/conversation-with-john.html' title='Conversation with John'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-7610468737843846369</id><published>2009-12-06T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:42:24.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever Owl and the Fashionistas</title><content type='html'>&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 align="left"&gt;John had his Native American festival at preschool a few weeks ago. They all had Native American names and John chose "Clever Owl." The kids sang songs showed the parents all the Native American crafts they had made over the past few weeks. Some of the songs they sang I actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remembered&lt;/span&gt; from when my brother went to school there almost 20 years ago!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412323780890167602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SxxvzZFbiTI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/bF3hXlbXQLs/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Thanksgiving this year we had 2 stops to make. We started the day at Uncle Dennis &amp;amp; Aunt Barb's house. The regular crew was all there minus my cousin and her family. Sickness kept them away. We had great food as always and lots of fun with the family. We also got some great news. There will be 2 new additions to Thanksgiving dinner next year. We already knew my cousin Niki was pregnant with a little boy, but we also found out that my cousin Patrick and his wife Megan are pregnant with their second baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412323788163699474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sxxvz0Lk0xI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/krsEHW83_zQ/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; giving hugs to baby Chaney (the big sister to be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412323791705587762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sxxv0BYBwDI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Ux7mLnp2hbI/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;John flying planes with Uncle Dennis on the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412323803371813586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sxxv0s1eOtI/AAAAAAAAB2o/lEtKrCtBFj0/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412323805218707714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sxxv0ztzmQI/AAAAAAAAB2w/6EssCcWGIQI/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Natalie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; enjoying the cupcakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After lunch there we headed to Maw Maw June and Grandpa Bud's house. We had a full house there and a ton of food, including my favorite coconut cream pie. It may not be a traditional Thanksgiving dessert, but Mike's mom makes the BEST pies and this is always my fave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The girls are starting to want to pick out their own clothes and it is driving me crazy. I know I should let them express themselves, but sometimes their outfits end up looking like this...luckily we weren't going anywhere&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412324865556497554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SxxwyhyCRJI/AAAAAAAAB3A/X9K0xV0s8qk/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412333821392092402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sxx4703ofPI/AAAAAAAAB4A/je-nNZu4aAs/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412333827846606386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sxx48M6gjjI/AAAAAAAAB4I/CcfvxjAdp1g/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412324881023545186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SxxwzbZqr2I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/WBULt31ulPQ/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today John had his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kwon&lt;/span&gt; Do Holiday party and performance. The demonstration team had a performance that included some sparring and board breaking. Before they got into all that though the little ones had a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;performance&lt;/span&gt; of their punching. John did great, but unfortunately I didn't get any pictures because one of the instructors was standing right in front of me. He was so proud when he came back to the table and got all his congratulations and hugs. After a small dinner they had an awards ceremony. John got a participation certificate along with the rest of his classmates. It was pretty impressive listening to the older kids and adults getting their awards. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412324885230134834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SxxwzrEmJjI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/lxFUZG5pCXA/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412330533408772002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sxx18cLUj6I/AAAAAAAAB3g/mH36-YyECZQ/s320/DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recieving&lt;/span&gt; his certificate - he has one of the mean mommies that won't let him wear his uniform after performing...white and 4 year old boys do not mix well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kwon&lt;/span&gt; Do we set about decorating the Christmas Tree. Natalie was a fabulous supervisor and told the other 2 where to put everything. She was scared of a nutcracker ornament and didn't want to get to close to the tree after spotting it. The offending ornament has since been removed. I may have to go back and rearrange a few things now that they are in bed. 90% of the ornaments are about 3 feet high and under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412330553596656642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sxx19nYfPAI/AAAAAAAAB34/aEgI0yqse10/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412330544281313810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sxx19EriYhI/AAAAAAAAB3w/r-vWAji4sTc/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412330541012712802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sxx184gPfWI/AAAAAAAAB3o/I5ibOQni86A/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" /&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/3981737277405929025-7610468737843846369?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/7610468737843846369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=7610468737843846369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7610468737843846369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7610468737843846369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/12/clever-owl-and-fashionistas.html' title='Clever Owl and the Fashionistas'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/SxxvzZFbiTI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/bF3hXlbXQLs/s72-c/DSC_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4233984466486428043</id><published>2009-12-02T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:24:57.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List</title><content type='html'>John has decided he wants a gas station for Christmas.  If anyone knows of a Shell Station or Circle K for sale let me know.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-4233984466486428043?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4233984466486428043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4233984466486428043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4233984466486428043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4233984466486428043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-list.html' title='Christmas List'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-2578798320171335910</id><published>2009-11-14T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:38:10.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8dmWW_C5I/AAAAAAAAB0w/V20hWN_3qBo/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404070622542105490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8dmWW_C5I/AAAAAAAAB0w/V20hWN_3qBo/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was so beautiful out today I finally took the kids out on the nature walk I had been promising for weeks. We headed out to a nearby park with a couple of trails. I gave each kid a ziploc bag with their name on it to collect their nature treasures in. John was excited to find acorns and pinecones, only to discover that neither were anywhere to be found. He settled for rocks, sticks, and leaves.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8eaHRVYJI/AAAAAAAAB1A/Weu8DWyY_GA/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404071511845068946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8eaHRVYJI/AAAAAAAAB1A/Weu8DWyY_GA/s200/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8eZ7koreI/AAAAAAAAB04/-Szsv643AMg/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404071508704800226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8eZ7koreI/AAAAAAAAB04/-Szsv643AMg/s200/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a lot of running. John kept making starting and finishing lines on the trail and then having the girls race him. He was very excited that he continuously won. Poor girls. Their little legs just couldn't keep up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404072353865866306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8fLICvHEI/AAAAAAAAB1I/FbKSqSVj-e0/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;About halfway through our walk we came up to a creek that we could climb down to. The kids all had a blast throwing rocks and sand into the water. Natalie kept getting a little too close to the water though. I was just imaging her slipping in and having to walk all the way back to the car with a sopping wet, cold, 2 year old.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8gOiPltmI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Eo12bBa4yeE/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404073511950333538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8gOiPltmI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Eo12bBa4yeE/s200/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8gOWm5hBI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/-k2N1yfJJag/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404073508826874898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8gOWm5hBI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/-k2N1yfJJag/s200/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8gN429EbI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/QZldWs3mMqM/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404073500841152946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8gN429EbI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/QZldWs3mMqM/s200/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After playing by the water for a while we headed back to the trail. I found a tree to put the kids in for cute pictures. We had a talk before we left that everyone would walk the whole way and I was not carrying anyone. They all agreed. Apparently Natalie forgot about 3/4 of the way through though and had a nice screaming fit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404075084060902338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8hqCz9Q8I/AAAAAAAAB1o/SFxcSmF_ByA/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404075099462930402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8hq8MFj-I/AAAAAAAAB14/rI2pyGYGEhM/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404075090228068002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8hqZyUvqI/AAAAAAAAB1w/1rWgcc3bbLY/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404075102424390530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8hrHOJ24I/AAAAAAAAB2A/py6jZyFPjMY/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404075111594778498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8hrpYi34I/AAAAAAAAB2I/wCKKgconjR4/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After our walk we went over to the playground to kill some time before lunch.  Before I even had the girls jackets off of them John ran over the monkey bars, grabbed on, swung his feet out, and landed flat on his back.  He was screaming as I ran over and kept sputtering that he couldn't talk.  He had gotten the wind knocked out of him pretty bad.  Thank goodness he was already moving by the time I got to him because as soon as I saw him fall I was preparing myself for him to be paralyzed.  I think he took a few years off my life.  The other mothers at the playground just kind of glared at me.  Like I really wanted my kid to get hurt!  He's fast, and he's never tried the monkey bars by himself so when he ran to the playground I didn't think I needed to be hovering over him.  Plus, I have 2 other little ones to watch. Accidents happen people!  Regardless, 2 minutes later he was running around again and all was well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-2578798320171335910?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/2578798320171335910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=2578798320171335910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2578798320171335910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2578798320171335910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/11/nature-walk.html' title='Nature Walk'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv8dmWW_C5I/AAAAAAAAB0w/V20hWN_3qBo/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-2632575631345850252</id><published>2009-11-13T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:38:11.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing Tradition</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid my dad had bowling league on Friday nights. While he was out, my mom would set up a picnic dinner for us in the living room. Generally it was pizza, applesauce, and nasty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vienna&lt;/span&gt; sausages. The latter was only eaten by my mom and brother. Just the smell of them makes me sick. We would sit on towels on the floor and watch all the TGIF shows, Full House, Family Matters, etc. It was nothing crazy exciting, but it was something we all looked forward to each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, while Mike was gone deer hunting I decided the kids and I would do the same. Since the good old TGIF shows aren't on anymore (and my kids are a little too young for them anyway) we hit up the video store and rented Mary Poppins and then swung by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Imo's&lt;/span&gt; for pizza and salad. YUM! The kids were so excited to get to eat in the living room. We set out our towels and had our own little picnic. After dinner I made some popcorn, turned out the lights, and we had our own little movie showing complete with chocolate covered raisins, which were a big hit. I don't know if this will be an every week thing as they are still pretty young but it was fun to carry on a tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403829168113768754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv5B_2hQ2TI/AAAAAAAAB0o/btMhxlk34UU/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-2632575631345850252?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/2632575631345850252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=2632575631345850252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2632575631345850252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2632575631345850252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/11/continuing-tradition.html' title='Continuing Tradition'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sv5B_2hQ2TI/AAAAAAAAB0o/btMhxlk34UU/s72-c/DSC_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4059447048686935823</id><published>2009-11-08T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:21:30.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo hoo!!!</title><content type='html'>Rebecca peed in the potty!  Rebecca peed in the potty!!  Just once, but she did it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-4059447048686935823?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4059447048686935823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4059447048686935823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4059447048686935823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4059447048686935823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/11/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo hoo!!!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-7368985006946940691</id><published>2009-11-03T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:57:51.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca the Arsonist</title><content type='html'>Conversation in the car today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: I want to be a fireman.  I'm going to drive one of the big green firetrucks and Natalie is going to ride with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  That would be a good job.  You could help people if their houses catch on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca:  I want to catch people's houses on fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-7368985006946940691?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/7368985006946940691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=7368985006946940691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7368985006946940691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7368985006946940691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/11/rebecca-arsonist.html' title='Rebecca the Arsonist'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-659563874824695952</id><published>2009-10-31T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:54:01.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been wanting to post pics of the kids costumes, but was trying to wait until Halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls had their Halloween party and costume parade at school on Wednesday. They usually parade outside around the school, but because of all the rain they had to parade through the playroom. A little anti-climactic if you ask me. It wasn't even raining that day, but I guess the teachers thought it was too wet outside. G.G. came up and got to see the girls and their friends in their costumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398992212274781346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Su0Sz929HKI/AAAAAAAABzw/IAmVdtcMffs/s320/DSC_0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398992201714625026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Su0SzWhN6gI/AAAAAAAABzo/GQoeNLsS4N4/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John's class parade and party was Friday, and it was also inside. This time it was actually pouring out, so I understood. :) They went up and down the hall and around the playroom. After posing for a few pictures the parents took off and the kids proceeded with their Halloween festivities. After picking John up we got the girls in their costumes and headed off to my mom's work so she could see them and they could trick or treat around her office. My mom thought ahead, and being the wonderful Maw Maw that she is, went around beforehand and gave candy to her coworkers to hand out to the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398992214017782530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Su0S0EWhMwI/AAAAAAAABz4/iDZPeLSrTdc/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398992220064403474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Su0S0a4JUBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/jtQnqiFqY-k/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we made a trip to Grandma June and Grandpa Bud's house and then over to my Dad's house so all the grandparents could see the costumes. Natalie was being a bit bashful for some reason, but they had a good time and started filling their treat bags before trick or treating even began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398992228942071250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Su0S078vxdI/AAAAAAAAB0I/HjiiKxdXDFo/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally we made it over to our friends house for trick or treating. It has become a yearly tradition to go over there for dinner and then trick or treat around their neighborhood. They have a ton of kids in their neighborhood and everyone participates. Our street is like a ghost town on Halloween. No kids at all. The only trick or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt; we ever get are the neighbors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;. For some reason though I still go buy a big bag of candy every year. The kids filled their treat bags and we went back over to Mike &amp;amp; Julie's to hang out, let the kids play, and hand out candy to the rest of the goblins. I love how near the end of the night all the older kids (teenagers) come out to trick or treat. There were 2 guys that cracked me up. One was just wearing jeans and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;. When Julie asked what he was, without even hesitating he said "I'm Nicholas Cage." Another guy was wearing jean and a Michael Jackson t-shirt and said he was a Michael Jackson fan. Awesome costumes guys! :) After the kids downed as much sugar as they could we took 3 overly tired kids home, brushed teeth like crazy, and listened to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt; as they all fell asleep immediately.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398992998637030770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Su0ThvSUzXI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/z2AOjyNtfZg/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398993009962746466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Su0TiZelgmI/AAAAAAAAB0g/BFAGdU404l4/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398993005015281282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Su0TiHDBLoI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/O2IY6gSktDo/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-659563874824695952?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/659563874824695952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=659563874824695952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/659563874824695952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/659563874824695952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Su0Sz929HKI/AAAAAAAABzw/IAmVdtcMffs/s72-c/DSC_0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-5223824078192363675</id><published>2009-10-24T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:20:46.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie's lip job</title><content type='html'>Good news! It seems that Natalie won't be in need of a lip job anytime in the near future! Modern medicine can keep all their injectibles for plumping lips, my daughter found a natural way to get a movie star mouth. Poor baby slipped on a book and smacked her mouth right into her bed. She bit into her lip pretty good. Lots of blood, but all is well. A cold washcloth, a little ice, and lots of snuggles and she was good to go.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396372147394792130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SuPD4HlHSsI/AAAAAAAABzg/vFD3iyTnYTs/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&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/3981737277405929025-5223824078192363675?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/5223824078192363675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=5223824078192363675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5223824078192363675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5223824078192363675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/10/natalies-lip-job.html' title='Natalie&apos;s lip job'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SuPD4HlHSsI/AAAAAAAABzg/vFD3iyTnYTs/s72-c/DSC_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-3828425247513838875</id><published>2009-10-22T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:07:42.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jail is not fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Holy cow. I slacked off here for almost a month. What's been going on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;John has had 2 field trips at preschool already. The first was to a local park with farm animals. We had been there before, so he wasn't quite as excited as some of the other kids. The second was to the fire/police station. That one he loved! He came home with a fire hat and tons of information about calling 911, stopping - dropping - and rolling, and that jail is not fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395625977141443650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SuEdPSxivEI/AAAAAAAABzQ/oyCUoz7lZVQ/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;John and his best friend from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preschool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; are well into the terrible twos. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; spends a lot of time screaming and Natalie has decided she needs to be carried everywhere. They are both loving preschool and I basically have to beg for a kiss goodbye before they run off to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395626381691346882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SuEdm11wX8I/AAAAAAAABzY/jSWIH0lxzUE/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween is coming up way too fast. The kids costumes are pretty much done, but since my sewing machine is messed up I will be going to my mom's house this weekend to finish them up. The are going as Alice in Wonderland characters. John is the Mad Hatter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; is the Queen of Hearts, and Natalie is Alice. Someday John is going to realize that he can decide what he wants to be for Halloween, but until he does I am loving the themes. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and during my break here I went and turned 30. Blah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-3828425247513838875?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/3828425247513838875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=3828425247513838875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3828425247513838875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3828425247513838875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/10/jail-is-not-fun.html' title='Jail is not fun!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/SuEdPSxivEI/AAAAAAAABzQ/oyCUoz7lZVQ/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6249141409844355234</id><published>2009-09-24T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:40:36.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with John</title><content type='html'>We were discussing twins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Remember when Mommy's tummy was really big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well, Natalie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; were in there.  They were really tiny and then they grew into babies in Mommy's belly.  When a mommy has 2 babies in their belly, the babies are twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John:  (appalled) They walked right in your mouth and went down to your BELLY?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-6249141409844355234?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6249141409844355234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6249141409844355234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6249141409844355234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6249141409844355234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/09/conversation-with-john.html' title='Conversation with John'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-962926204998828170</id><published>2009-09-14T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:26:56.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Days of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's official.  All the kids are now in school.  John had his 1st day last Friday where I stayed with him, and his first day by himself was Monday.  He is going 3 days a week and loving it.  Most of the kids from last year are in his class, as well as a few new friends.  He has already been planning his show and tells for the next week.  This week he took a tractor one day and a hammer the next.  Next week he plans on bringing his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kwon&lt;/span&gt; do belt and maybe one of his trains.  I really wish I could be a fly on the wall during show and tell to see what the kids say about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;treasures&lt;/span&gt; they bring from home.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381390271536581762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sq6J8KyuTII/AAAAAAAABwQ/_lmTT3ES2JU/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381390284775172130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sq6J88HDKCI/AAAAAAAABwY/1Pw5fI1zMc8/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hugs from Becca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382908512090383698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPuxZmS5VI/AAAAAAAABxo/09ifES9N9Uo/s320/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hugs from Natalie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had their 1st day on Monday, where I stayed with them, and then their first official day by themselves was Wednesday.  They did great.  They remembered the teachers from John's class, so they were fine being left with them.  We got a few new pieces of art to add to our growing collection.   I came to pick them up just a few minutes early so I got to peek in while they were singing.  It was so cute watching them participate with their class.  I can't believe they are getting so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381397090809634818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sq6QJGkHYAI/AAAAAAAABxA/vzA9eEcp44M/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381397079522487426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sq6QIchDLII/AAAAAAAABw4/pZZs8q2k9vg/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hugs for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381397098120522962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sq6QJhzKrNI/AAAAAAAABxI/z42hE0wFBO0/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381390313753376162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sq6J-oD_daI/AAAAAAAABww/4Q7M12AV3i4/s320/DSC_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hugs for Natalie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381390302977510226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sq6J9_60y1I/AAAAAAAABwo/u_OoYrXD4rU/s320/DSC_0118+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381397111499847666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sq6QKTpC9_I/AAAAAAAABxQ/4-vlsrVX-jw/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the girls and I after their 1st day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sleeping in beds hasn't been going so well.  The first couple of days were alright, but now, I don't think they sleep at all during nap time.  They empty the dresser and the toy box.  Get in each others beds, and basically just play and make a big mess.  Then, when it is time to get up they are exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382908520436070386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPux4sD9_I/AAAAAAAABxw/xlzNfiNRUxs/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382908529697493378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPuybMKEYI/AAAAAAAABx4/6XaL12rsu1A/s320/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the girls took a nice rest on the living room floor yesterday, we headed outside.  All the kids are getting so much more adventurous.  John is close to being able to reach the monkey bars which I'm sure means a trip to the ER for a broken arm is in our near future.  Natalie has no fear whatsoever.  She has learned to climb the rock wall and is now climbing the rope ladder.  She falls and gets her legs stuck, but just keeps going back for more.  Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; has started getting into the action.  She used to be scared to climb the steps and now she is scaling the bar ladder and working on the rock wall.  It's neat to watch them learn how to do all these things, but I have about 15 mini heart attacks every time we play outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382911145726575122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPxKsqGAhI/AAAAAAAAByw/lKm5tcysYLM/s320/DSC_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Natalie on the rope ladder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382911133225712418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPxJ-Fp-yI/AAAAAAAAByo/r-o4n4P0QoU/s320/DSC_0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;spinning on the tire swing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382909775047719634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPv66eyetI/AAAAAAAAByg/xyhe2oWhysc/s320/DSC_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; on the slide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382909764840804738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPv6UdRUYI/AAAAAAAAByY/aKLyNH3RJ1I/s320/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382909759118438386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPv5_I87_I/AAAAAAAAByQ/P6thpwKzBHI/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Natalie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382909745830623346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPv5No4-HI/AAAAAAAAByI/EGRhRuNULdM/s320/DSC_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; lounging on the fold up chair they have started taking up the playhouse area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382909731033555586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPv4Wg_ooI/AAAAAAAAByA/Bs41U27hiKE/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;John swinging&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are some strange kids I have.  After playing on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;swingset&lt;/span&gt;, John found the girls old pool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;floaties&lt;/span&gt; and they all decided to wear them on their heads.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPxMjOMxAI/AAAAAAAABzI/R_5GU7H6teM/s1600-h/DSC_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382911177553396738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPxMjOMxAI/AAAAAAAABzI/R_5GU7H6teM/s320/DSC_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPxLyqYLGI/AAAAAAAABzA/4UqvN7vYWU0/s1600-h/DSC_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382911164518247522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPxLyqYLGI/AAAAAAAABzA/4UqvN7vYWU0/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPxLbV4P5I/AAAAAAAABy4/zvV1zxdKC-c/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382911158258253714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SrPxLbV4P5I/AAAAAAAABy4/zvV1zxdKC-c/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John&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/3981737277405929025-962926204998828170?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/962926204998828170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=962926204998828170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/962926204998828170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/962926204998828170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-days-of-school.html' title='First Days of School'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sq6J8KyuTII/AAAAAAAABwQ/_lmTT3ES2JU/s72-c/DSC_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6991765878188228482</id><published>2009-09-09T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:55:16.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Kids</title><content type='html'>Summer is coming to an end, and we are all ready for school to start.  John's 1st day is tomorrow and the girls start on Monday.  I'm hoping to get out tonight to pick up a first day of school outfit for John.  I also need to find his other tennis shoe which seems to have been missing most of the summer since he has been wearing flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John made his bi-yearly trip to the dentist and was pleased to find out he has 20 teeth, just like he guessed.  I was pleased that there were no cavities.  He sat very well and the only issue we had was the dentist put mint toothpaste on the brush without asking what flavor John wanted.  He hates mint so he kind of freaked out when it touched his mouth.  The dentist even had to get a new toothbrush out because John said he could still taste the mint even after it had been washed off multiple times.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sqf8IDVjbTI/AAAAAAAABwI/319cnWXU13Q/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379545495182208306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sqf8IDVjbTI/AAAAAAAABwI/319cnWXU13Q/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had a few "big" birthday celebrations in the last few weeks.  Mike turned 30 and his sister turned 40 within a week of each other.  For Mike's birthday we had a weekend at the Lake sans kids.  For Lin's we went to Grandpa Bud and Grandma June's house for dinner.  The kids had fun playing with all their cousins.  They also loved feeding the fish in the little patio pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sqf8H6SXnpI/AAAAAAAABwA/CxqrKRaZzH4/s1600-h/DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379545492752932498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sqf8H6SXnpI/AAAAAAAABwA/CxqrKRaZzH4/s320/DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend the girls ended their stay in cribs.  We had a few climbing out incidents, so out came the toddler beds.  They have been doing pretty well in them.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; will stay in hers.  Even when she wakes up in the morning she will just sit in bed and wait for someone to come get her.  Natalie is needing a little more reminding about staying in bed.  So far she has ripped down the window shade, poured sunscreen all over the floor, and emptied out the closet. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sqf8HN4n2AI/AAAAAAAABv4/w3m2upgwrDA/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379545480833783810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sqf8HN4n2AI/AAAAAAAABv4/w3m2upgwrDA/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3981737277405929025-6991765878188228482?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6991765878188228482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6991765878188228482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6991765878188228482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6991765878188228482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-kids.html' title='Big Kids'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sqf8IDVjbTI/AAAAAAAABwI/319cnWXU13Q/s72-c/DSC_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6426622646723847925</id><published>2009-08-13T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:09:27.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Mail Day</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo! Look what came in the mail today. The girls are officially ready for preschool. I love Etsy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369651206742257106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SoTVUqmerdI/AAAAAAAABvw/N8W_N6qfIt0/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-6426622646723847925?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6426622646723847925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6426622646723847925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6426622646723847925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6426622646723847925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-mail-day.html' title='Good Mail Day'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/SoTVUqmerdI/AAAAAAAABvw/N8W_N6qfIt0/s72-c/DSC_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-1223099235061993110</id><published>2009-08-11T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:50:33.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reception, Music, and Haircuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday we headed out to a park for my cousin's wedding reception.  They got married in paradise and we couldn't attend, so it was nice to get to celebrate now that they are home.  The kids had a great time, especially because there was a huge plate of cookies that they helped themselves to all day long.  I brought a ball for the kids to play with, which was promptly lost in the lake.  My mom did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; rescue it, and then it was lost again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368896990202627154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SoInXfCxBFI/AAAAAAAABug/4d2hYOuGVOM/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368898405601147586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SoIop30EesI/AAAAAAAABvI/GmtsMHRzaV0/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and Daddy (she looks so BIG here!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368897019007734306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SoInZKWcEiI/AAAAAAAABvA/q3tEwQK6yy0/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Natalie &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368898414340381458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SoIoqYXqmxI/AAAAAAAABvQ/l_FnpaQN9vQ/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Uh oh!  Girls Gone Wild!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368897001117554738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SoInYHtFmDI/AAAAAAAABuw/IL8qskJnIiI/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;John, not hiding very well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368897011398167730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SoInYuALTLI/AAAAAAAABu4/OsNv2O1GBRo/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368896996576494210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SoInX2yagoI/AAAAAAAABuo/7a0slg8fZP8/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sister picked up a guitar for John at a garage sale a few weeks ago and he loves to play it, even though it is missing a few strings.  Then today, my grandma gave him a harmonica.  He plays both at the same time, and somehow lost the harmonica inside the guitar at one point.  Now he says he wants drums.  Seriously, could someone please give him a musical instrument that has an "off" switch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368898420862577266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SoIoqwqranI/AAAAAAAABvY/KjyraA5uXzk/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368898431740339378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SoIorZMI5LI/AAAAAAAABvg/BnDRolefqtw/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday I caved and took Natalie to get her hair cut like Becca's.  Although I had wanted them to have different haircuts, I think it is adorable.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SoIorsrd73I/AAAAAAAABvo/48A6jIjhEiA/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368898436972015474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SoIorsrd73I/AAAAAAAABvo/48A6jIjhEiA/s320/DSC_0095.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/3981737277405929025-1223099235061993110?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/1223099235061993110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=1223099235061993110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1223099235061993110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1223099235061993110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/08/reception-music-and-haircuts.html' title='Reception, Music, and Haircuts'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/SoInXfCxBFI/AAAAAAAABug/4d2hYOuGVOM/s72-c/DSC_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-5145170619993555621</id><published>2009-08-07T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:47:40.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Stripe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Snz0FGdY5MI/AAAAAAAABuQ/e2Nm07T60cs/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367433224389190850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Snz0FGdY5MI/AAAAAAAABuQ/e2Nm07T60cs/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was John's promotion test in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kwon&lt;/span&gt; Do. He passed and is officially a green stripe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SnzzVWn5VaI/AAAAAAAABto/4pLWRRHWUcA/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367432404094506402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SnzzVWn5VaI/AAAAAAAABto/4pLWRRHWUcA/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; warm up stretches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367434087663730658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Snz03WaE_-I/AAAAAAAABuY/-2fgEgOlQt8/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowing in to the instructors and Master George &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367432416504314162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SnzzWE2n-TI/AAAAAAAABt4/FeyStp6QVLE/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;fighting stance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367432427888228578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SnzzWvQwuOI/AAAAAAAABuA/j_WdupKUsI0/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;handshake from Mr. Tyler after receiving his new belt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367432432590007362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SnzzXAxwLEI/AAAAAAAABuI/Xc4JA-JVoeM/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;group shot of all the kids that got promoted and their instructors&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-5145170619993555621?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/5145170619993555621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=5145170619993555621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5145170619993555621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5145170619993555621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/08/green-stripe.html' title='Green Stripe'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/Snz0FGdY5MI/AAAAAAAABuQ/e2Nm07T60cs/s72-c/DSC_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-7769319616067598443</id><published>2009-08-07T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:59:35.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Catch Up</title><content type='html'>John had preschool summer camp all this week.  He got to go with 2 of his best friends Nicholas and Adam.  They had so much fun and came home with tons of projects.  I am contemplating redoing the wall in my kitchen with a bunch of frames and filling them with the kids artwork that I can change out as new things come in.  I think it would be cute, but we'll see if I actually get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight John has his next promotion test in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kwon&lt;/span&gt; Do.  If he passes he will be a green stripe.  Good luck baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; hit the terrible 2's.  It is super fun!  They have become very independent and don't want help with anything.  They don't want to hold hands in the street and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; don't want to leave anywhere until they are good and ready.  It would be a little easier if they had the verbal skills to tell me what they are thinking, and their reasoning for certain behaviors, but instead we just have a lot of high pitched little girl screaming.  On a positive note, they are saying "I Love You" a lot, so that pretty much makes up for everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't taken any pictures in forever.  Hopefully I will get some this weekend at my cousin's wedding reception to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-7769319616067598443?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/7769319616067598443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=7769319616067598443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7769319616067598443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7769319616067598443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-catch-up.html' title='Quick Catch Up'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-6279450096129585094</id><published>2009-07-28T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:08:01.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neat Blog</title><content type='html'>If you have kids, you have to check out this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://filthwizardry.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://filthwizardry.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want this lady to come to my house every day and do "projects"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-6279450096129585094?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6279450096129585094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6279450096129585094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6279450096129585094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6279450096129585094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/07/neat-blog.html' title='Neat Blog'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-1713387291359147621</id><published>2009-07-21T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:10:43.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Flags</title><content type='html'>Last Friday my grandma took the girls, and John and I headed off to Six Flags.  And yes, there really are six flags.  We had to count them.  John told me next time we don't have to count because he already knows how many there are.  After paying $15 to park, we bought tickets for a mere $72.  I didn't realize how expensive of a day this was going to be!  Luckily, the tickets we got are good for 5 more visits, so hopefully we'll use them and get our moneys worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off at the Colossus.  It is a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel.  John was very excited for it while we stood in line.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361051209147192242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SmZHq6_lk7I/AAAAAAAABs4/v8WnpHQ4o8k/s320/IMGP0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As soon as we got locked in our little cage to ride he freaked out.  He had his head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;burried&lt;/span&gt; in my lap the whole time and was just shaking!  He kept asking me to tell him when it was over.  Not a very good start to the day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361051215161537938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SmZHrRZhNZI/AAAAAAAABtA/OcIbsKByW0c/s320/IMGP0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the scary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel we decided to stick with the kids area.  This he loved!  The parents can go on all the rides here or the kids can go by themselves.  I rode the spinning hot air balloons and after that he was fine on his own.  He rode the train a few times and was super excited when he got to sit in the engine and "drive". &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361051226202154546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SmZHr6hzpjI/AAAAAAAABtI/f6OEFqjOeoE/s320/IMGP0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361051233507643410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SmZHsVvkkBI/AAAAAAAABtQ/kunD29vuJqk/s320/IMGP0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361051243324346338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SmZHs6UDj-I/AAAAAAAABtY/-kv2qUita3k/s320/IMGP0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361051603649037442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SmZIB4oKBII/AAAAAAAABtg/r0N9MrEJTtw/s320/IMGP0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After wearing himself out on those rides we went over to Hurricane Harbor, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;waterpark&lt;/span&gt;.  The weather was so beautiful and perfect for going on rides and standing in line, but it was a little chilly for swimming.  John played around in the kids area for a little bit while I hung out in the sun, or what there was of it.  He really wanted to do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;waterslide&lt;/span&gt;, but was too short for most of them.  We found one he could go on.  You sit in a big raft that holds 4 or 5 people.  Well, I guess there was some issue with weight distribution &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; John was always on the side heading down, which meant he got drenched at every turn.  This would have been fine except he kept turning around to see where we were going and the water would shoot up into his face.  At the end of the ride he asked if we could go again, so I guess it didn't bother him too much.  After Hurricane Harbor we grabbed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;popsicle&lt;/span&gt; and headed home.  It took about 2 minutes for him to pass out in the car on the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-1713387291359147621?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/1713387291359147621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=1713387291359147621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1713387291359147621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1713387291359147621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/07/6-flags.html' title='6 Flags'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SmZHq6_lk7I/AAAAAAAABs4/v8WnpHQ4o8k/s72-c/IMGP0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-3920224789944206142</id><published>2009-07-13T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:22:30.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Haircuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today the girls went to the salon and got their 1st real haircuts. They have had their bangs trimmed before, but this was the real deal. Natalie went first and had hers cut to her shoulders and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; then got a bob at her chin. I kind of wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; would have gone first so I could have seen how cute the bob was and gotten the same for Natalie. I think when we go back for trims I may have to get Natalie's shorter. What do you think?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357995858353037682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Slts2GUloXI/AAAAAAAABsY/bn7TPnSEqHQ/s320/DSC_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Natalie Before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357995868020411714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Slts2qVeDUI/AAAAAAAABsg/mZRjHgs5MDY/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Natalie After&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357995876838199506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Slts3LLy0NI/AAAAAAAABso/fz_7T1rtrHU/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; Before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357995888543542978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Slts32ykLsI/AAAAAAAABsw/rYblEhQg1oI/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; After&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-3920224789944206142?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/3920224789944206142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=3920224789944206142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3920224789944206142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3920224789944206142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-haircuts.html' title='First Haircuts'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/Slts2GUloXI/AAAAAAAABsY/bn7TPnSEqHQ/s72-c/DSC_0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-5947136104315438535</id><published>2009-07-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:25:08.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS &amp; 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was reprimanded for not keeping up with the blog, but there hasn't been a whole lot going on. We have been going to the pool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; so far. The girls are much better this year. Now that they are more steady on their feet I think they are more comfortable walking in the water. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; need to look into swimming lessons for next summer. I'd like to find an outdoor pool for them, so mommy can get a little sun while waiting for them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John attended Vacation Bible School at church this year. I asked him if he was learning about Jesus, and he told me, "Jesus wasn't there today, but I think he's coming tomorrow." He got a CD of songs they learned and we have been listening to it a lot. He sits in the back of the car, singing along, and doing all the motions to the songs. Even the girls are starting to.  After the 1st day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; they had a family bonfire and the kids had their first taste of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355532565183470706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SlKsfkLMHHI/AAAAAAAABrQ/myYSXKKX1WA/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355532587809835170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SlKsg4dvCKI/AAAAAAAABro/SDruFZhHXLI/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355532573104102418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SlKsgBrnXBI/AAAAAAAABrY/y0cI3d296go/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355532584738026818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SlKsgtBW9UI/AAAAAAAABrg/-8Q-PnvDuWE/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July we went to a BBQ at our friends house and had a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July / 1st Birthday Party for their son. The kids had a great time playing with all the other little ones there. They even got to stay up super late to watch the fireworks and play in the rain. Natalie was not very impressed by the display. John liked it, but covered his ears the whole time. We'll have to try ear plugs next year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; loved every minute of it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355533810478296850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SlKtoDQnLxI/AAAAAAAABsQ/Htr8cnMBIgA/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355533788736189426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SlKtmyQ48_I/AAAAAAAABr4/c8exRAQWqF8/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355533803230768882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SlKtnoQqrvI/AAAAAAAABsI/_Jw4ESD4AOY/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355533800005802050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SlKtncPxmEI/AAAAAAAABsA/wgX1vJMT9B8/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed my 1st sewing project.  I made John a pair of pirate boxers.  He loves them, and this pose was all on his own.  I made a few mistakes along the way, but I guess practice makes perfect.  Next up, nightgowns for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355532597417725474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SlKshcQbziI/AAAAAAAABrw/JnHBGbmNATU/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;General Updates:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John is doing well in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kwon&lt;/span&gt; Do.  He will have another belt test (green stripe) at the end of summer.  He has some major issues with impulse control, but in general is very helpful and sweet.  He got to go to the circus with Maw Maw and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;transportation&lt;/span&gt; museum with G.G. recently.  He seems to do better on outing when it is just one on one.  He has a new favorite show, Make Way for Noddy, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; has started calling people by one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt; names....Big Ears.  We had a talk today about how people might not like being called that, and he was very confused and kept telling me, "But Big Ears is nice!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; is a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl.  She has taken over all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;chapsticks&lt;/span&gt; "chap-chick" and is always carrying a purse, usually mine.  Every time I walk into my bedroom, she is right behind me on a mission to get into my jewelry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;armoire&lt;/span&gt;.  She still carries her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;blankey&lt;/span&gt; everywhere and even a short car ride without it results in tears and screams for her "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kay&lt;/span&gt;-key".  She has also started copying John.  Everything he does, she has to try and she is even repeating phrases, like Big Ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie is very into singing lately, mostly the ABC's.  They aren't always in the right order, but she has the tune down.  She also really likes counting, but it is mainly just a random order of numbers with just a few in order.  She is getting much better at sharing, but has also discovered the word no.  She will tell me no even as she is doing what I asked.  I guess she just likes the way it sounds.  She loves having her picture taken and gives the biggest cheesiest smiles, and as soon as she is done she says, "let me see!"  What did kids do before digital cameras and their instant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;gratification&lt;/span&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/3981737277405929025-5947136104315438535?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/5947136104315438535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=5947136104315438535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5947136104315438535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5947136104315438535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/07/vbs-4th-of-july.html' title='VBS &amp; 4th of July'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/SlKsfkLMHHI/AAAAAAAABrQ/myYSXKKX1WA/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4875830406957014074</id><published>2009-06-09T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:00:05.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our fun weekend</title><content type='html'>&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;We have had a busy couple of days, and some super tired kids. I thought summer was supposed to be relaxing! :) Mike left town early Friday morning for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fishing&lt;/span&gt; trip to Canada, leaving me to plat single mom for a week. Right now it is Tuesday and I feel like he's been gone for a month. Friday John had his last day of summer camp and one of his friends mom's offered to pick him up for me and take him to her house to play for the rest of the day. Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;! Thank you Shannon. So with John off to Nicholas' house, the girls and I spent the morning at the office and then had a fun filled day of errands. After a quick trip home to let the dog out, we went to pick up John and headed to my mom's house for a going away party for my cousin Liz. She left this weekend for 3 more years in Japan doing missionary work. It was nice having everyone together since all the cousins have gotten pretty spread out across the country (and world). John had a good time playing with my cousin's friend's son Eli, and everyone had fun playing with the bubble machines. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345509164300461922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Si8QQ2G5Z2I/AAAAAAAABqQ/O8eFJplyd-A/s320/DSC_0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345509167558520786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Si8QRCPrb9I/AAAAAAAABqY/sjiWiYjuuFk/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I don't think I will ever understand the utter fascination kids have with bubbles, but I won't complain. It certainly is a cheap and easy thing to keep their attention. We ended up staying later than expected and got home and went straight to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning we had a date with Mike's sisters and mom to go to the Zoo. His sister Lori and her family were in town from Kansas City, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; Mike didn't get to see them due to his trip. We ended up getting to the zoo around 10:00 and went straight to the new stingray exhibit. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345509171276746290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Si8QRQGLDjI/AAAAAAAABqg/fou3p02Wkuc/s320/DSC_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We missed the feeding, but got to stick our hands in and pet the stingrays. Well, John and I did. The girls were pretty content with just splashing. We checked out the bears and penguins, took a train ride and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;carousel&lt;/span&gt; ride, and had lunch.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345510599862681922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Si8RkZ_mgUI/AAAAAAAABrA/jhhNPi5aY8g/s320/DSC_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345510601941455698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Si8RkhvOE1I/AAAAAAAABrI/bNIJLwH9z3I/s320/DSC_0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345510589169514754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Si8RjyKJuQI/AAAAAAAABqw/s9uD9XoB5sI/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345510578965166114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Si8RjMJPuCI/AAAAAAAABqo/Mfz4GOHujvs/s320/DSC_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345510595475206994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Si8RkJpi81I/AAAAAAAABq4/ARaHECFLaXM/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;By that time the kids were getting a little cranky due to lack of sleep, so the 4 of us took off for home.  Even with as tired as they were, they still didn't nap well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's all for now.  We have a date with some friends at the park tomorrow, but it is supposed to rain, so we may end up at the train store that John loves.  Other than that, no real plans...just waiting for Dad to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345509154777234850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Si8QQSoYfaI/AAAAAAAABqA/8mQ8w4-OoXI/s320/DSC_0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Natalie, looking a little intimidated by the huge meatball sandwich on her plate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345509161174569426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Si8QQqdoEdI/AAAAAAAABqI/WxPfPQelaGI/s320/DSC_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I seriously cannot believe she ate that whole thing...and she's the little one!  That girl must have one heck of a metabolism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-4875830406957014074?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4875830406957014074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4875830406957014074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4875830406957014074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4875830406957014074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-fun-weekend.html' title='Our fun weekend'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Si8QQ2G5Z2I/AAAAAAAABqQ/O8eFJplyd-A/s72-c/DSC_0192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-2412120466837704944</id><published>2009-06-01T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:17:31.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Stripe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SiQ2itu5mdI/AAAAAAAABp4/Z3ixxSGQ7SQ/s1600-h/DSC_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342455027988011474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SiQ2itu5mdI/AAAAAAAABp4/Z3ixxSGQ7SQ/s320/DSC_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot I hadn't updated about John's promotion test. He passed! He is offically a yellow stripe and he is SOOO proud! He was called on to count in Korean. He got 1-6 by himself, but need a little help on 7-10. I thought the testing was supposed to be really quick, so I took the girls with me. Unfortunately he was in the 2nd group, so we ended up having to wait over an hour to see him. I was going crazy trying to keep the girls entertained and quiet. Had I know about the wait I would have brought some raisins and coloring books. Instead they passed the time cleaning their dolls with wet wipes and climbing all over me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342455015739866578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SiQ2iAGtvdI/AAAAAAAABpw/Oy4aOwbJ4WM/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is John (in the middle) receiving his new belt.  He seems to really like his class...as opposed to his hockey lessons.  Summer session starts back up next week and he is already talking about everything he needs to learn to earn his green stripe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-2412120466837704944?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/2412120466837704944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=2412120466837704944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2412120466837704944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2412120466837704944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/06/yellow-stripe.html' title='Yellow Stripe'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SiQ2itu5mdI/AAAAAAAABp4/Z3ixxSGQ7SQ/s72-c/DSC_0171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4798356345872227856</id><published>2009-05-25T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:21:18.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tae Kwon Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShtDk9-pTSI/AAAAAAAABpk/eXUa7f9rqFw/s1600-h/DSC_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339936085569522978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShtDk9-pTSI/AAAAAAAABpk/eXUa7f9rqFw/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday is John's 1st promotion test in Tae Kwon Do. If he passes he will go from a white belt, to a yellow stripe. At this point, I'm not sure if he will pass or not. He knows all of the required moves, but he also needs to know how to count to 10 in Korean, memorize and repeat a "home rule". We have been practicing, but it doesn't seem to be clicking yet. Here are a few pics of him showing off his skills.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339936068506254258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShtDj-ace7I/AAAAAAAABpM/NBl_O39ot6E/s320/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339936069763947730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShtDkDGTXNI/AAAAAAAABpU/ZMO2s4lMsW8/s320/DSC_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339936079403360274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShtDknAhIBI/AAAAAAAABpc/AM4ogxePyf8/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-4798356345872227856?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4798356345872227856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4798356345872227856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4798356345872227856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4798356345872227856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/05/tae-kwon-do.html' title='Tae Kwon Do'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShtDk9-pTSI/AAAAAAAABpk/eXUa7f9rqFw/s72-c/DSC_0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-1032157449934004813</id><published>2009-05-24T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:03:02.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339623963548447202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShontE138eI/AAAAAAAABoU/GQmVLeEN4Ww/s320/DSC_0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Saturday, Mike and I took the kids to a friends lake house for the day.  It was only about an hour away, so it was a prefect day trip for the kids.  We arrived &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; lunchtime and had a nice picnic lunch outside.  After eating, we all took a pontoon boat ride around the lake.  It was so nice, and Mike and I were actually talking about getting a place there.  Probably just with a camper at first, but eventually a house.  During the boat ride we came up to a little playground, so Mike and the kids got off to play while I got to sit and relax in the boat.  After playing around for a little while we headed back to the house so the boys could go fishing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339623976221237346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Shont0DTYGI/AAAAAAAABos/j5RkMVndTfE/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  John caught one little fish, but unfortunately I was up on the deck and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get a picture before they threw it back in.  The girls stayed up with me and had a great time going person to person seeing who they could mooch food off of.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339624850203856450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Shoogr4_zkI/AAAAAAAABo8/WSKLe3RAln4/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339624852477272242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Shoog0XBYLI/AAAAAAAABpE/7aBpa9VDQUQ/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;John had a fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; visitor.  Our friend's nephew is one of the assistants in John's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kwon&lt;/span&gt; Do class, so he was very excited to see Mr. Tyler outside of class.  Surprisingly, the girls actually laid down for a short nap in the afternoon, and Mike and his friends took a few rides on the bar stool carts. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339623974639779410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShontuKQPlI/AAAAAAAABok/y7eQZ3TTeGY/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt; To me, these look like an accident waiting to happen, but I guess boys will be boys.  John DID NOT ride them, but had fun posing on them for pictures. :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339623980057811410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShonuCWA2dI/AAAAAAAABo0/81KkU_wLgYo/s320/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After a long day of fun and sunshine, we headed back home.  I really hope we get to go back again this summer, once the lake has warmed up a little so we can go swimming!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339623966728077906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShontQr9QlI/AAAAAAAABoc/mkftZLsEvDU/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-1032157449934004813?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/1032157449934004813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=1032157449934004813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1032157449934004813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1032157449934004813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShontE138eI/AAAAAAAABoU/GQmVLeEN4Ww/s72-c/DSC_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6540800181515580905</id><published>2009-05-22T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:22:49.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>singing songs and having fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday was John's last day of preschool this year. They ended the year with a concert for the parents of songs they have learned throughout the year. Here is John singing a few.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338838151268761218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShddAx-tfoI/AAAAAAAABn8/gYVIEZyHZHM/s320/DSC_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338838150510684114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShddAvJ-J9I/AAAAAAAABn0/JgsTfVA3hVU/s320/DSC_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was the school picnic. They rent out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pavilion&lt;/span&gt; in a nearby park and have a potluck lunch. The kids get to run around with their friends and play on the playground, and the parents get to sit in the shade and snack and talk. It is really such a nice enjoyable day for everyone. This year they even had the sprinkler on, so we came home with a soaking wet little boy. Next year I need to remember to bring a swimsuit, or at least a towel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338838155918185794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShddBDTOFUI/AAAAAAAABoE/JO8_YQNJih8/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My gosh, I think he looks so grown up in this picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338838159788237714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShddBRt6Y5I/AAAAAAAABoM/YFYdhxkeACc/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Natalie making cheesy faces for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We don't have a whole lot planned for the summer yet. Last year John did 5 weeks of camp at the preschool, but it just made those weeks so hectic trying to get everyone ready and out the door everyday, that we only signed him up for one this year.  It is Dinosaur camp though, so he should really enjoy it.  I'm hoping to get to the lake a time or two, and Mike wants to take John fishing around here more this year.  I'm sure we'll find something to occupy our time. :)&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/3981737277405929025-6540800181515580905?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6540800181515580905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6540800181515580905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6540800181515580905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6540800181515580905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/05/singing-songs-and-having-fun.html' title='singing songs and having fun'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShddAx-tfoI/AAAAAAAABn8/gYVIEZyHZHM/s72-c/DSC_0140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-3731365269360827672</id><published>2009-05-21T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:18:29.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>An important lesson was learned by John today.  When sitting down to go potty, if you realize you also have to pee, either stand up, or point your boy business down.  We had pee EVERYWHERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-3731365269360827672?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/3731365269360827672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=3731365269360827672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3731365269360827672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3731365269360827672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-463651763629092467</id><published>2009-05-17T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:02:32.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I scream.  You scream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We all scream for ice cream! The girls got to tag along to John's 1st field trip at preschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShA076vGL_I/AAAAAAAABns/OiLKmVNe1hQ/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336823762417758194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShA076vGL_I/AAAAAAAABns/OiLKmVNe1hQ/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShA07ovfRxI/AAAAAAAABnk/d-NT-48EWNQ/s1600-h/DSC_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336823757587564306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShA07ovfRxI/AAAAAAAABnk/d-NT-48EWNQ/s320/DSC_0130.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/3981737277405929025-463651763629092467?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/463651763629092467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=463651763629092467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/463651763629092467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/463651763629092467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-scream-you-scream.html' title='I scream.  You scream.'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ShA076vGL_I/AAAAAAAABns/OiLKmVNe1hQ/s72-c/DSC_0133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-1676251159493573595</id><published>2009-05-12T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:17:09.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think we can make it to preschool injury free?</title><content type='html'>No pictures today, just an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John had his adenoids removed on Friday, as well as tubes put in his ears again.  This was after another 4 month span of ear infections.  He was SO cranky after the surgery.  He cried and cried for well over an hour.  After getting home and taking a nap he was perfectly fine.  He didn't even want any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tylenol&lt;/span&gt;.  I obviously don't know if it has helped with ear infections yet, but it has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;helped&lt;/span&gt; his snoring.  I used to be able to sit in the living room, watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, and hear him snoring and breathing from his room down the hall.  Now he is silent.  It actually kind of freaks me out and I have to keep checking that he is breathing because I was so used to the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; had a spill on Tuesday and hit her forehead on some bricks and ended up having to have the wound glued shut.  Both she and Natalie were screaming at the doctor's office before anything even happened.  I guess they associate it with getting shots.  She is fine though.  It is super hard to give a 2 year old a bath without getting her forehead wet though.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Her's&lt;/span&gt; looks like it healing much better than John's head injury did though, so I don't think she'll have much of a scar if anything.  Now Natalie just needs to bust her head so all of my kids can match.  I swear CPS is going to come knocking on my door one day if the kids don't learn a little balance soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I had been contemplating sending the girls to preschool next year, but didn't know if we wanted to pay for all 3 to be in school, or just wait until the next year when John would be in elementary school.  I had discussed it with the preschool director and she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; that she wanted the girls there. :)  They come with me to drop of John, so all the teachers have gotten to know them and they are very comfortable there.  In fact it is a screaming fit to get them to leave.  I told the director about the financial aspect of having all 3 kids there at one time and she told me we would work something out.  Well she certainly did!  It is supposed to cost $110 per girl next year and she is letting both of them come for $150 total!  There is no way I could pass that up, so next year I will have 2 mornings a week all to myself and 1 morning with just the girls (since John will be going 3 days a week).  Is it bad that I already have their 1st day of school outfits picked out and hanging up in their closet and this school year hasn't even ended yet? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-1676251159493573595?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/1676251159493573595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=1676251159493573595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1676251159493573595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1676251159493573595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/05/think-we-can-make-it-to-preschool.html' title='Think we can make it to preschool injury free?'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-5647027882820433923</id><published>2009-05-01T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:41:41.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Cruise - Day 4</title><content type='html'>On Day 4 John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; slept in, so I stayed with him while Mike went to find himself breakfast. Once John woke up he and I headed to the buffet again to eat. We sat with another mom and her little girl. This was their 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Disney Cruise and they said they will never go on another cruise line again. We talked a little about all the fun things we had done, and then John and I left to go find Mike. Trying to find someone on a cruise ship is very hard. We finally gave up and headed back to the room to out on swimsuits and wait to see if Mike would come back to the room. Luckily, he had the same idea and was already there when we walked in. We got suited up and headed to the Mickey Pool. John did the slide a few more times while I watched with jealousy. :) We finally got John to go back to the Goofy Pool with us so that we could fully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;submerge&lt;/span&gt; our adult selves. 1 foot of water in the Mickey Pool doesn't go very far in trying to cool off a grown up. After lunch, and a bit of a fit from John because they didn't have peanut butter and jelly (sleep deprivation was starting to kick in) we went back to the cabin for a quick nap. The only nap of the entire trip for him. Amazingly he fell asleep quickly, and we just hung out and watched a little TV. Once he awoke he went to Kids Club again while Mike and I went to the adults only area. We met a few people and were amazed at how many adults go on Disney Cruises without any children. After an hour or so we picked John back up and walked around a little inside taking pictures. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330969768484402754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sftown7b9kI/AAAAAAAABm4/RYNwmlYfR6E/s320/DSC_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330968303640591474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftnbW9dPHI/AAAAAAAABmQ/sjW7OpmJuTI/s320/DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330968308487557618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftnbpBEEfI/AAAAAAAABmY/9NwU0mX_t_w/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330968326480019026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftncsCzPlI/AAAAAAAABmw/hOsD7jMG494/s320/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330968315140693330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftncBzS3VI/AAAAAAAABmg/g_JTVut0-Lc/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330968320887477266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftncXNb1BI/AAAAAAAABmo/iNSo0zJolDM/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had so many people coming up to us and asking if we'd like them to take a picture with all 3 of us in it, but unfortunately most of them didn't turn out well. There was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;performance&lt;/span&gt; called Friendship Rocks that was taking place in the theater that all the kids who had participated in Kids Club were going to be in.  We took John down, got his t-shirt, and then he threw an absolute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hissy&lt;/span&gt; fit because he didn't want to do it.  Hey, at least he got the free t-shirt right?  It was almost time for dinner anyway, so we headed back to the room, got our bags together and out in the hallway for pickup, and went to Animators Palate for dinner.  In this restaurant everything is black and white, and as the meal progresses color comes into all the pictures on the walls.  The photos don't do it justice at all.  It was pretty neat.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330969770781583074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftowwfIJuI/AAAAAAAABnA/Lp6LD6Cxh0U/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330969778057209618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftoxLlxZxI/AAAAAAAABnI/uM3TUL2BV-A/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After dinner we did a little more swimming and John did a little more Kids Club.  When we went to get him he didn't want to leave, but bribing him with ice cream and movie on deck worked.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330969780515762018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftoxUv772I/AAAAAAAABnQ/f_qRSqSApNs/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This time we were really prepared and got a big blanket from the room to cover up with instead of towels.  It gets a little windy up on deck at night.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;settled&lt;/span&gt; in to watch The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Incredibles&lt;/span&gt;.  I had never seen it before, so even after John fell asleep I just laid there with him to finish it out. &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;The next morning we had to disembark and unfortunately had the earliest breakfast assignment.  6:30 am!!  Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wakeup&lt;/span&gt; call came at 5:45, ugh, and we dragged ourselves out of bed, got our carry-on bags together and headed back to Animators &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Palate&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast.  After eating we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;herded&lt;/span&gt; to the shuttle bus to go to the airport.  We arrived in Orlando at around 9:00 and our flight back home wasn't until 2:30!  So, we spent 6 1/2 hours exploring all the wonders of the Orlando Airport.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330969784232426962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftoximDvdI/AAAAAAAABnY/SbATvypX7zM/s320/DSC_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thank goodness John was in a good mood.  As soon as we got on the plane he passed out and didn't wake up until we landed back home.  We quickly got our baggage and headed to my mom's house to pick up the girls.  I had imagined us walking in and the girls screaming and running into my arms.  Well, that's not how it went.  When I walked in, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; yelled, "Chelsey!"  Then they both just stared at me and Mike.  Natalie got fussy and ran over to my mom.  Finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; came over and gave me a hug.  Natalie took about 10 minutes to warm up to me!  It was really quite sad and kind of hurt my feelings.  All is well now though.  They love us again.&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/3981737277405929025-5647027882820433923?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/5647027882820433923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=5647027882820433923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5647027882820433923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5647027882820433923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/05/disney-cruise-day-4.html' title='Disney Cruise - Day 4'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sftown7b9kI/AAAAAAAABm4/RYNwmlYfR6E/s72-c/DSC_0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4088171316288682661</id><published>2009-05-01T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:05:11.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Cruise - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&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;On Day 3 we woke up and headed to one of the restaurants for breakfast. After breakfast we walked around the boat a little and saw Castaway Cay (Disney's private island) in the distance. It was gorgeous! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330959643547412034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftfjRmWJkI/AAAAAAAABk4/0oj3BfeIlgw/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Once we got to port we disembarked and headed to the family beach. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330959648709708098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sftfjk1IiUI/AAAAAAAABlA/f73YkAqdeSs/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We passed Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean on the way, but John didn't want to go near him to get a pictures. (side note - Missy, he looked just like Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Depp&lt;/span&gt;, so I highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; you go on a Disney Cruise for this fact alone) Once at the beach we slathered on the sunscreen, got a few beverages, and played in the sand. John built quite a few sand castles and did some shell collecting. There was a big play structure in the water, but again, John didn't want to do that so we stuck to the beach. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330959654072449314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sftfj4zteSI/AAAAAAAABlI/AA7tfaLZ-kA/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330959657445463778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftfkFX5luI/AAAAAAAABlQ/_OWgrm6Tfjc/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There was a big BBQ for lunch so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;retreated&lt;/span&gt; to the shade to eat and then John went to Kids Club for a bit. Here, they had Kids Club on the island, so we didn't have to go back to the ship. Mike and I then went over to the adults only beach. It was so nice and calm. I got to spend a little time in a hammock until it just got too hot, so I met Mike down on the beach. We sat there with our feet in the ocean for so long just talking and sunning ourselves. The shells there were much better than those at the family beach so we collected some to take back to John, as well as a tiny crab we found. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330961049733461378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sftg1IDOdYI/AAAAAAAABlg/iIy_AVjjds4/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had an adult beverage or two and then headed back to pick up John to have some more fun on the family side of the island. They had tubes for rent, but by the time we wanted one most of them had been abandoned on the beach, so we just took one and off we went. John was fine for a minute or two, but I guess relaxing is not really his thing, because he wanted off pretty quickly. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330959664497168738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftfkfpKEWI/AAAAAAAABlY/3vETJuDbCms/s320/DSC_0079.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We stayed there until we had to be back aboard at 5:00. Then we headed to Triton's for our pirate dinner. We all had eye patches and John had a hook. Some families really got into the pirate theme with complete costumes for the entire family. We were not that prepared. :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330961058366165202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sftg1oNbENI/AAAAAAAABlo/Rf88RMlLI7s/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After dinner we went up on deck for the Pirates IN the Caribbean Party. There were "good" pirates on stage along with Goofy, Minnie, and all the characters (except Mickey) singing songs and dancing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330961060771464866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sftg1xK5BqI/AAAAAAAABlw/oCm7wKYlqEM/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then the "bad" pirates came and tried to take over the party, but Mickey saved the day. He came down from the top of one of the stacks on a zip line down to the stage. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330961064856579906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sftg2AY270I/AAAAAAAABl4/p0QiDJJ3SWE/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330961077429903170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sftg2vOkn0I/AAAAAAAABmA/eu7UhBswY18/s320/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;John was very impressed. He also really like the fireworks they set off. After some more dancing we grabbed a lounge chair, and some more ice cream, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;settled&lt;/span&gt; in to watch Pirates of the Caribbean on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jumbotron&lt;/span&gt; on deck. Again, John lasted until about 11:30 until he passed out. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330961404621174338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SfthJyHDNkI/AAAAAAAABmI/bI7NDgJi4Hs/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; slept through us putting his pajamas on him and putting him to bed.&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/3981737277405929025-4088171316288682661?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4088171316288682661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4088171316288682661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4088171316288682661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4088171316288682661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/05/disney-cruise-day-3.html' title='Disney Cruise - Day 3'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftfjRmWJkI/AAAAAAAABk4/0oj3BfeIlgw/s72-c/DSC_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-3550509808280724384</id><published>2009-05-01T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:19:11.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Cruise - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&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;Monday morning we woke up and were in Nassau, Bahamas. We went to the buffet for breakfast and quickly changed into our swimsuits to meet up for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blackbeards&lt;/span&gt; Cay Beach and Stingray Adventure. We disembarked the ship and took a little walk through Nassau to a smaller boat that took us out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blackbeards&lt;/span&gt; Cay. Once there we got our snorkeling equipment and headed to the stingray beach. The water was way to chilly to actually snorkel, although there were a few brave souls that hopped in. We basically just waded in the water as stingrays swam around us. John and I both got to pet one, but none of them ever came close enough to Mike. They were very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;slimy&lt;/span&gt; feeling, and much bigger than I had anticipated. John wasn't very interested in them, so we took him over to the regular beach. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330931280798453506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftFwWICjwI/AAAAAAAABjQ/hexwsZ1L5Ls/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330931284332938706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftFwjSuhdI/AAAAAAAABjY/u7idoJG1MlY/s320/DSC_0023.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932510839308610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftG38YogUI/AAAAAAAABj4/SPCniIdwHCk/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330931293952028018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftFxHIGLXI/AAAAAAAABjg/kwAUzSueryE/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932513005857266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftG4EdLafI/AAAAAAAABkI/hKl-YJSRqXg/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He was amazed seeing the ocean for the first time. It was so fun to watch him run in and then scurry away from the waves coming in. He had a few falls, but just got right back up and kept going. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932508989218226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftG31fiXbI/AAAAAAAABkA/dY9JPZnCwGI/s320/DSC_0048.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At one point he decided to throw sand all over himself, and man, that stuff stuck! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330931303187130866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftFxph6qfI/AAAAAAAABjw/GW6-mli8x4A/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330931296888762402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftFxSERMCI/AAAAAAAABjo/Z_wmU9yeKlI/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It took 2 days to get all the sand off his scalp. Even a shower and rubbing his head with a washcloth didn't help. Luckily he didn't end up with any in his eyes, although I don't know how.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932524025139730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftG4tgYUhI/AAAAAAAABkQ/Dvn--iymTjg/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932524730008546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftG4wIbw-I/AAAAAAAABkY/JUW3Mb4dVIY/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; There was a small playground that kept him occupied while Mommy and Daddy had a drink at the bar. When he came over to join us the bartender made him a virgin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dacquiri (sp?)&lt;/span&gt; that he devoured and refused to share. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330935907761675138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftJ9q6CW4I/AAAAAAAABkg/85qYqoeQU5Q/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We just basically spent the day lounging in the sun, playing in the water, and slathering our little albino boy in sunscreen. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330935916703901506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftJ-MOB50I/AAAAAAAABko/FJjT-K7ZC9w/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had lunch at the island and then headed back to the little boat to take us back to Nassau around 4:30. Once back we didn't spend any time there and just got back on the ship. John played in the Mickey Pool and then decided he wanted to try the Goofy Pool. We walked over and John just stepped right in and sunk to the bottom! He didn't realize it was deeper, so after that scare he was done with the Goofy Pool and refused to go in even with Mike and me. That night Mike and I had reservations at the adults only restaurant, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Palo&lt;/span&gt;, so we went back to the room to get pretty. As we were leaving the room to take John to get an early dinner the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;counselors&lt;/span&gt; from Kids Club were walking down our hall to take the kids to dinner, so we just sent John with them. It was great timing. Our dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Palo&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; the best meal of the trip. After dinner we let John stay in Kids Club for a little bit while we hung out in the adults only area of the ship. That night they were showing Mary Poppins on the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jumbotron&lt;/span&gt; over the pool, so we got John, a couple bowls of ice cream, and headed up to grab a lounge chair. John made it until about 11:00 and then was sound asleep in my lap. So that was the end of day 2.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330935918484492082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftJ-S2jjzI/AAAAAAAABkw/N96i0Q74mpE/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-3550509808280724384?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/3550509808280724384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=3550509808280724384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3550509808280724384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3550509808280724384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/05/disney-cruise-day-2.html' title='Disney Cruise - Day 2'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SftFwWICjwI/AAAAAAAABjQ/hexwsZ1L5Ls/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6681469654194013282</id><published>2009-04-30T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:01:49.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Cruise - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our day Sunday started very early. Our flight left at 6:50 am, which meant we had to get up around 4:30am. Surprisingly John was pretty easy to wake up and load into the car for the drive to the airport. Luckily my mom picked the girls up the night before for their week at Grandma's so we didn't have to worry about getting them ready. Once we got on the plane John got his ear numbing drops and off we went. He was SO good on the plane. He just colored and played with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leapster&lt;/span&gt; (new for the trip) quietly. Much more quietly than the kid behind us who threw a fit the whole time. John's new Mickey Mouse pillow from Maw Maw came in handy as we used it to play peek a boo with the child behind us to keep him quiet for a few minutes at a time. After landing in Orlando we found the Disney counter and they sent us on our way to the cruise shuttle line. Again, I was amazed at how good John was waiting in that long line.  After arriving at Port Canaveral we boarded the ship.  They took our picture and announced us as we came on while all the crew members stood in a line and applauded.  We had packed our swimsuits and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sunscreen&lt;/span&gt; in our carry-on so we didn't have to wait for our luggage to arrive to start having fun.  We went right to our room, got changed, and headed out to the Mickey Pool.  There were 3 pools on the boat, the Mickey Pool for kids, the Goofy Pool for families (it's deeper), and an adult only pool.  John splashed around with kids while Mike and I relaxed in the sun.  There was a big slide John and I wanted to go down so we headed up to wait in line.  Once to the top I was told it was only for kids 14 and younger!  So John got to have all the fun with that one.  After swimming and a quick lunch on deck we headed back to the room and our luggage was magically there!  :)  We got cleaned up and headed outside for the Sail Away party on the deck.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330697410461909474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SfpxDTOtQeI/AAAAAAAABjI/F2ljm8kQ5Y0/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330697394243320194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SfpxCWz5OYI/AAAAAAAABio/CdVwexwSzqY/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was a big party with all the characters in their cruise wear.  John, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;expected&lt;/span&gt;, wanted nothing to do with Mickey and all of his friends.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330697410704218226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SfpxDUIemHI/AAAAAAAABjA/LGr3UIFZCcc/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330697402441709810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SfpxC1WiuPI/AAAAAAAABi4/q1svjGa6ozA/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After some dancing and singing we heard the horn sound and off we went, waving goodbye to everyone on shore.  The horn was pretty neat too.  Instead of some load obnoxious horn it plays When You Wish Upon a Star.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330697397372143778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SfpxCid3SKI/AAAAAAAABiw/IGTztEP_v0A/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the party we went to dinner at the island themed restaurant.  Then John headed to Kids Club.  You can drop the kids off there to play and they give you a pager that they can reach you on if your child wants to leave.  We didn't get that page. :)  John loved it.  When we dropped John off Mike and I headed to the room and immediately passed out...at 7:30.  I woke up in a panic as the room didn't have an alarm clock or a window so I had no idea what time it was.  I was thinking it was like 2 in the morning and John had been taken somewhere for kids whose parents forgot them.  In all actuality it was 9:00pm and John was fine.  I picked him up and took him back to the room for the earliest bedtime we had all week.&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/3981737277405929025-6681469654194013282?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6681469654194013282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6681469654194013282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6681469654194013282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6681469654194013282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/04/disney-cruise-day-1.html' title='Disney Cruise - Day 1'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/SfpxDTOtQeI/AAAAAAAABjI/F2ljm8kQ5Y0/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-777850653488983897</id><published>2009-04-22T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:52:21.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm loving this weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring seems to have finally arrived, just in time for us to leave on our Disney Cruise. :) Mike and I leave Sunday with John for our trip, while the girls get to hang out with Maw Maw for the week. I am so excited! Hopefully I won't take too long to post all the pictures I will be taking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week the kids and I went to the botanical gardens with a friend from preschool. We spent most of the day in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; garden. I thought it was hard last year to keep track of all 3 of the them there, but I was wrong. This year was much harder, especially with my little daredevil Natalie. She will climb anything and will go down any slide she can find....sometimes head first. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; was a little more cautious. Luckily the other mom that was with us was a big help in keeping an eye on the boys while I tracked the girls. Sorry there are not any pics of John. I promise he really was there.  He was just too busy to actually stop and smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327574552317826402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Se9Y1CFQlWI/AAAAAAAABiA/ndOPUR9YnGk/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327574556274835938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Se9Y1Q0rweI/AAAAAAAABiI/YqST_cGpYDk/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327574565162934402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Se9Y1x7xYII/AAAAAAAABiY/UGTS6gAWqug/s320/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327574564037127522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Se9Y1tvW7WI/AAAAAAAABiQ/z6L5n6nNPtQ/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327574569872811618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Se9Y2DesZmI/AAAAAAAABig/0g4DjWVsrTQ/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" border="0" /&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/3981737277405929025-777850653488983897?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/777850653488983897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=777850653488983897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/777850653488983897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/777850653488983897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-loving-this-weather.html' title='I&apos;m loving this weather'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Se9Y1CFQlWI/AAAAAAAABiA/ndOPUR9YnGk/s72-c/DSC_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4240608182531258484</id><published>2009-04-15T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:51:18.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>John has strep throat!  This is not fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-4240608182531258484?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4240608182531258484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4240608182531258484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4240608182531258484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4240608182531258484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/04/ugh.html' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-4166770420529984498</id><published>2009-04-13T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:37:43.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter everyone.  We had a nice Easter (although it could have been a little warmer) and the kids are set with candy for about the next year. :)  We started off with an egg hunt and Easter baskets at home.  Then headed off to church.  It was so crowded we ended up in the last row of the balcony.  The kids were super fidgety and barely made it to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; sermon before heading off to the playroom.  After church we went to my dad's house for lunch and an egg hunt, and then to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GG's&lt;/span&gt; for more egg hunting and dinner.  I was stuffed!  We never did get around to seeing the Easter bunny at the mall.  After the experience with Santa I just didn't see it going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; has learned to climb out of her crib.  I thought Natalie, the little monkey, would be first, but as of now she is still contained.  I guess we'll be setting up a toddler bed this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOEO4wxGOI/AAAAAAAABh0/2O1CZ35eFbQ/s1600-h/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324244575772023010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOEO4wxGOI/AAAAAAAABh0/2O1CZ35eFbQ/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; egg hunting at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GG's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOEOTi7CTI/AAAAAAAABhk/fRIl3VFhbGQ/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324244565781842226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOEOTi7CTI/AAAAAAAABhk/fRIl3VFhbGQ/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOC-Dq0ArI/AAAAAAAABhc/Oed9vITWmio/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324243187130434226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOC-Dq0ArI/AAAAAAAABhc/Oed9vITWmio/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOC9wgVWOI/AAAAAAAABhU/dAaoPY5qNRQ/s1600-h/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324243181986207970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOC9wgVWOI/AAAAAAAABhU/dAaoPY5qNRQ/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; looking adorable in her bunny ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOC9ToLy4I/AAAAAAAABhM/MxIjQkuUzAk/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324243174234508162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOC9ToLy4I/AAAAAAAABhM/MxIjQkuUzAk/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John not looking very happy about his ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOC9HexSvI/AAAAAAAABhE/cDS3KPKA2Sg/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324243170973797106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOC9HexSvI/AAAAAAAABhE/cDS3KPKA2Sg/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natalie with new ears and a toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOC80_Q9pI/AAAAAAAABg8/qHh4iA37DOA/s1600-h/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324243166009816722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOC80_Q9pI/AAAAAAAABg8/qHh4iA37DOA/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;egg hunting at Poppy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOBh8sXF2I/AAAAAAAABg0/2Bsl82zOcjY/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324241604709914466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOBh8sXF2I/AAAAAAAABg0/2Bsl82zOcjY/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOBhgy2Q6I/AAAAAAAABgs/1t7lw9r_WQg/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324241597220930466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOBhgy2Q6I/AAAAAAAABgs/1t7lw9r_WQg/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOBhTxIcOI/AAAAAAAABgk/yxJy-GynzXQ/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324241593724072162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOBhTxIcOI/AAAAAAAABgk/yxJy-GynzXQ/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOBhMjZKgI/AAAAAAAABgc/zpdGpAEOx9E/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324241591787399682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOBhMjZKgI/AAAAAAAABgc/zpdGpAEOx9E/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOBg0qsWmI/AAAAAAAABgU/pPy4h2by1YI/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324241585375566434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOBg0qsWmI/AAAAAAAABgU/pPy4h2by1YI/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeN48vB1kmI/AAAAAAAABgM/-Op1_0aX70E/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324232169293714018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeN48vB1kmI/AAAAAAAABgM/-Op1_0aX70E/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeN48QTWdUI/AAAAAAAABgE/9KjEWWhvr_Y/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324232161045673282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeN48QTWdUI/AAAAAAAABgE/9KjEWWhvr_Y/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeN48PWSNaI/AAAAAAAABf8/QDXMn_vSa7Y/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324232160789542306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeN48PWSNaI/AAAAAAAABf8/QDXMn_vSa7Y/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeN478WMKnI/AAAAAAAABf0/V7RlmeGc-oE/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324232155688872562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeN478WMKnI/AAAAAAAABf0/V7RlmeGc-oE/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324232149459196914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeN47lI62_I/AAAAAAAABfs/zK_zFSc9uHk/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-4166770420529984498?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4166770420529984498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4166770420529984498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4166770420529984498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4166770420529984498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SeOEO4wxGOI/AAAAAAAABh0/2O1CZ35eFbQ/s72-c/DSC_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-2979172805244512203</id><published>2009-04-09T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:34:43.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John's gonna be a ninja!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last weekend the girls has their birthday party. We got very lucky with nice weather so Mike got to break out the BBQ pit and everyone got to play outside. They got lots of cute new spring clothes as well as a bunch of fun toys to play with outside this summer. Unfortunately I was a bad Mommy and didn't get many pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322806217098700818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sd5oDZJoqBI/AAAAAAAABfU/eJt-EubxnbQ/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the cakes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322806219092715250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sd5oDglC5vI/AAAAAAAABfc/O5qHkNqxRJU/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Chelsey taking the kids for a ride in John's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Escalade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kwon&lt;/span&gt; Do this week. Monday was his 1st class and he was pretty overwhelmed.  He just sat with me and watched.  Yesterday he went to his second class and went right in.  He didn't really participate for the 1st half, but about 30 minutes into it he was kicking away.  He is still waiting for his uniform because the one ordered for him was too big.  Hopefully it will be in next week and I can get some cute pictures of him in it.  Right now he is a white belt.  I don't really know all the belt progressions yet, but I know the next one is a yellow stripe.  I believe they have belt tests every 8 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-2979172805244512203?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/2979172805244512203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=2979172805244512203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2979172805244512203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2979172805244512203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/04/johns-gonna-be-ninja.html' title='John&apos;s gonna be a ninja!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/Sd5oDZJoqBI/AAAAAAAABfU/eJt-EubxnbQ/s72-c/DSC_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-355451216740415905</id><published>2009-04-02T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:22:05.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SdUd0CPstXI/AAAAAAAABfM/t98Pi9ScrjY/s1600-h/IMGP0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320191314601227634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SdUd0CPstXI/AAAAAAAABfM/t98Pi9ScrjY/s320/IMGP0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SdUdzhpZJYI/AAAAAAAABfE/Z1DbQBeMwtY/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320191305850627458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SdUdzhpZJYI/AAAAAAAABfE/Z1DbQBeMwtY/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday Natalie &amp;amp; Rebecca!&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/3981737277405929025-355451216740415905?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/355451216740415905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=355451216740415905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/355451216740415905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/355451216740415905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SdUd0CPstXI/AAAAAAAABfM/t98Pi9ScrjY/s72-c/IMGP0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-5217688431888069920</id><published>2009-03-31T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:28:27.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor John</title><content type='html'>Today John had an appointment with the Ear, Nose, and Throat doc because of his ear infections for the last 3 months.  Looks like he is getting tubes again and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adenoids&lt;/span&gt; taken out.  The doctor wants to do it before our cruise so that means he will probably be having surgery within the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you get a chance, go to &lt;a href="http://www.thebullrocks.com/"&gt;www.thebullrocks.com&lt;/a&gt; and vote in their Cutest Kid contest.  I have a few kids entered.  :) They are listed as John B. Natalie B. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; B.  You can only vote for one kid per e-mail address.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-5217688431888069920?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/5217688431888069920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=5217688431888069920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5217688431888069920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5217688431888069920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/03/poor-john.html' title='Poor John'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-7290864880507522434</id><published>2009-03-30T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:16:41.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look out Avon lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight I experienced what I think every mom experiences at some point to some degree...you know something is wrong when things are too quiet. I was cleaning up the dinner dishes while the kids were quietly watching a little Sesame Street. Wrong! They had gotten into my bathroom and decided to do makeovers...on themselves and the room. There was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nailpolish&lt;/span&gt; on the floor and John's face, eyeliner on the walls, Natalie's face and John's hair, and foundation on the door and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;. Fortunately all of it cleaned up quite easily except the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nailpolish&lt;/span&gt; on John's cheeks. He will be quite the trendsetter at preschool tomorrow.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319138986173259554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SdFgudXJ3yI/AAAAAAAABek/rBafMlXwNWU/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319138974401288018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SdFgtxgf11I/AAAAAAAABec/7flYjmeurkQ/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319138987645648978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SdFgui2MwFI/AAAAAAAABes/d76ahPyuSps/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-7290864880507522434?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/7290864880507522434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=7290864880507522434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7290864880507522434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7290864880507522434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-out-avon-lady.html' title='Look out Avon lady!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SdFgudXJ3yI/AAAAAAAABek/rBafMlXwNWU/s72-c/DSC_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-2609012499500826005</id><published>2009-03-26T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:29:09.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Circus Performer</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; picked up John and took him to see Cirque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Deams&lt;/span&gt; Jungle Fantasy.  I had seen it last week and knew he would love it.  Apparently they had very good seats (8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; row) so John was right up in the action.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; said he even sat nicely without being bribed by popcorn and candy!  Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!  He talked about the show non-stop until bedtime.  He told me he went to the F-O-X.  I asked him what that spelled, and he didn't know.  He just knew the letters. :)  He practiced his contortionist moves for quite awhile.  His favorite part of the show was the people dressed as frogs and he taught Natalie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; how to hop around and say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ribbit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ribbit&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-2609012499500826005?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/2609012499500826005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=2609012499500826005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2609012499500826005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2609012499500826005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-little-circus-performer.html' title='My Little Circus Performer'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-5955397458830117513</id><published>2009-03-25T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:31:25.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planes, Trains, and Automobiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today the kids and I joined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; and Ava from preschool at a place in town with tons of trains and other modes of transportation for the kids to explore and climb on. We started out in their Imagination Station room. It had a big boat (that looked like the Ark), craft areas, dress up, and tons and tons of trains, as well as a very strange lady running it. The kids loved it. John played mostly with the pirate dress up clothes and the trains. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; was all over the place. Natalie spent most of her time coloring. The woman in charge kind of bothered me. She first commented on the girls being twins and how much fun that must be, which was fine. Then she kept telling me how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; was her favorite. Over and over again.  Then after Natalie came over and handed her a crayon, the lady told me that she changed her mind and that Natalie was her favorite and is so much cuter and must be a very sensitive little girl because she was sharing her crayon.  She even asked me which girl was my favorite.  It was really quite strange.  For the record, I think both girls are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; adorable and they are both my favorites. :)  After leaving crazy lady we went and explored the trains outside.  John and his friends climbed inside them and pretended to drive.  They also got to go inside a boat.  There was an airplane, but by the time we got through with everything else I had to tell John it was closed for the day because we had to get home for naps.  I think next time I will try to take John alone.  It was hard to keep up with the 4 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; while still keeping track of Natalie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317222410164317282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScqRnDWXLGI/AAAAAAAABdU/xl2LlcrdSis/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; in a pirate hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317223293497446994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScqSaeBZElI/AAAAAAAABd8/QAfNlYH8RFA/s320/DSC_0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;John playing trains in his pirate hat and vest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317222420403898898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScqRnpfqyhI/AAAAAAAABdk/CHJmAVvh4lo/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Natalie cooking "pan-a-cakes" in the kitchen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317222422419387202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScqRnxAMs0I/AAAAAAAABds/KczRjytNc_s/s320/DSC_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; sailing the seven seas, or possibly escaping the Great Flood on the ark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317222430350252658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScqRoOjEGnI/AAAAAAAABd0/dAN66pD-DAc/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Natalie coloring a picture for the crazy lady&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317222415916668738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScqRnYx1F0I/AAAAAAAABdc/1_JVT4pl7_8/s320/DSC_0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;John on the boat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317223299471638418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScqSa0Rv_5I/AAAAAAAABeM/b39_4Ug_Kmo/s320/DSC_0269.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317223297339052962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScqSasVTU6I/AAAAAAAABeE/bFtwvng4wFs/s320/DSC_0267.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;John and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; (Natalie wanted no part of this photo shoot)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317223302993682258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScqSbBZeH1I/AAAAAAAABeU/VakD7MMhCRg/s320/DSC_0276.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-5955397458830117513?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/5955397458830117513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=5955397458830117513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5955397458830117513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5955397458830117513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/03/planes-trains-and-automobiles.html' title='Planes, Trains, and Automobiles'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScqRnDWXLGI/AAAAAAAABdU/xl2LlcrdSis/s72-c/DSC_0261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6080045279694669586</id><published>2009-03-20T06:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:41:47.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John's latest injury</title><content type='html'>I know you are all surprised, but John has yet another injury to his poor little face.  Yesterday while making dinner, John was sitting on a stool at the counter with me.  He actually was sitting quite nicely and not horsing around.  Well, somehow he slipped of the stool backwards and landed on his back on the floor.  The stool followed him and the seat of it smashed down on top of his nose.  There was a lot of blood, but it didn't cut the outside of it.  Now he just has a nice bump.  No bruising yet thank goodness.  I was imagining 2 big black eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-6080045279694669586?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6080045279694669586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6080045279694669586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6080045279694669586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6080045279694669586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/03/johns-latest-injury.html' title='John&apos;s latest injury'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-2126739198685044718</id><published>2009-03-17T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:56:33.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Blues!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScAARiGCcEI/AAAAAAAABdM/z2L42gyeqA4/s1600-h/DSC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314247861507092546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScAARiGCcEI/AAAAAAAABdM/z2L42gyeqA4/s320/DSC_0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScAARBYhCQI/AAAAAAAABdE/43gh6Zy9YyQ/s1600-h/DSC_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314247852726225154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScAARBYhCQI/AAAAAAAABdE/43gh6Zy9YyQ/s320/DSC_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScAAQXigaiI/AAAAAAAABc8/Px5rkO8kTPQ/s1600-h/DSC_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314247841493838370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScAAQXigaiI/AAAAAAAABc8/Px5rkO8kTPQ/s320/DSC_0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday I took John to his 1st hockey game. It was a good game to go to as it was free food day. When we walked in we got 2 coupons for 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hotdogs&lt;/span&gt;, popcorn, and a drink. I thought I might actually get away with not spending any money at a hockey game, but a bag of cotton candy and a super rope later that was not the case. About 5 minutes into the game John said he was ready to go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Agh&lt;/span&gt;. I told him just a few more minutes and he was fine for the rest of the game. He did NOT like the horn when the Blues score! The first time it really freaked him out, but he just covered his ears for the rest of them. He was smiling and handing out high fives for every goal. He must be good luck too.  We won 5 - 3!&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/3981737277405929025-2126739198685044718?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/2126739198685044718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=2126739198685044718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2126739198685044718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2126739198685044718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-blues.html' title='Go Blues!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/ScAARiGCcEI/AAAAAAAABdM/z2L42gyeqA4/s72-c/DSC_0259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4467319475295966632</id><published>2009-03-13T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:09:30.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Natalie</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was laying on the couch snuggling with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; while Natalie played.  All of the sudden she came over and put her arm around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;.  Then she leaned over and gave her a kiss on the nose.  She then proceeded to hold Rebecca's hand and sing the ABC's and Jingle Bells.  It was the sweetest thing I have ever seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-4467319475295966632?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4467319475295966632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4467319475295966632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4467319475295966632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4467319475295966632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-natalie.html' title='Sweet Natalie'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-8946273019539097903</id><published>2009-03-05T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:05:44.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring...is that you?</title><content type='html'>As I am sitting here on my deck typing this, it is currently 82 degrees outside!  The kids are sleeping after a long morning at the zoo with John's friend Nicholas from preschool.  All is good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week John's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preschool&lt;/span&gt; class had a Teddy Bear parade.  Tuesday they made "floats" out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shoeboxes&lt;/span&gt;, and then had a parade on Thursday for all of the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309944766201986898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC2oa5p_1I/AAAAAAAABcg/Wsu9qcBzJYc/s320/DSC_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309944770082506114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC2opW2BYI/AAAAAAAABco/A-XxC6DMKf0/s320/DSC_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC3QCoVN6I/AAAAAAAABcw/XGP7oMx8NnM/s1600-h/DSC_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309945446881638306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC3QCoVN6I/AAAAAAAABcw/XGP7oMx8NnM/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I could be biased, but this is possibly the cutest picture ever taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the kids just hanging from this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC2oHS-7jI/AAAAAAAABcY/PiwV3e9wZ_4/s1600-h/DSC_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309944760939507250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC2oHS-7jI/AAAAAAAABcY/PiwV3e9wZ_4/s320/DSC_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the face John uses to make us smile when he should be getting into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC2njkHlTI/AAAAAAAABcQ/9jgS_NOxAM4/s1600-h/DSC_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309944751347701042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC2njkHlTI/AAAAAAAABcQ/9jgS_NOxAM4/s320/DSC_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC2nUEl4cI/AAAAAAAABcI/cn--WrswG2k/s1600-h/DSC_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309944747188937154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC2nUEl4cI/AAAAAAAABcI/cn--WrswG2k/s320/DSC_0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John practicing his modeling with the girl's My Little Ponies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC1FJ5aO9I/AAAAAAAABcA/2LTXMR5i-_8/s1600-h/DSC_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309943060830501842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC1FJ5aO9I/AAAAAAAABcA/2LTXMR5i-_8/s320/DSC_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie and her cheesy smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC1E0GbteI/AAAAAAAABb4/NZBKPY07aUw/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309943054979544546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC1E0GbteI/AAAAAAAABb4/NZBKPY07aUw/s320/DSC_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and again, with the added bonus of getting to see up her nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC1EHw0lpI/AAAAAAAABbw/g0ufe3G3lLc/s1600-h/DSC_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309943043077740178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC1EHw0lpI/AAAAAAAABbw/g0ufe3G3lLc/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rebecca's cheesy smile...actually, it's a bit scary isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC1DomUeUI/AAAAAAAABbo/FpwGxMmTLrw/s1600-h/DSC_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309943034712193346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC1DomUeUI/AAAAAAAABbo/FpwGxMmTLrw/s320/DSC_0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; funny faces from Becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC1DZMu6OI/AAAAAAAABbg/Ss0Gw-V2EOg/s1600-h/DSC_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309943030578342114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC1DZMu6OI/AAAAAAAABbg/Ss0Gw-V2EOg/s320/DSC_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Natalie went down for her nap she had on regular tights with feet.  When she woke up one whole leg of the tights was missing, along with the other foot.  I have absolutely no idea how she managed this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-8946273019539097903?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/8946273019539097903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=8946273019539097903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/8946273019539097903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/8946273019539097903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/03/springis-that-you.html' title='Spring...is that you?'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SbC2oa5p_1I/AAAAAAAABcg/Wsu9qcBzJYc/s72-c/DSC_0238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-7045666518405281612</id><published>2009-02-28T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:37:53.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few new pics</title><content type='html'>I realized I hadn't posted many pics of the girls lately, so here are a few new ones.  Rebecca is in the shite shirt and Natalie is in purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SamR0u5jFKI/AAAAAAAABbQ/S8zQ2BDzXJw/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307933970961470626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SamR0u5jFKI/AAAAAAAABbQ/S8zQ2BDzXJw/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SamR0FPQx_I/AAAAAAAABbI/UVxiPKgK48E/s1600-h/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307933959778256882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SamR0FPQx_I/AAAAAAAABbI/UVxiPKgK48E/s320/DSC_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SamRz_if9BI/AAAAAAAABbA/BgOVhoPzQmQ/s1600-h/DSC_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307933958248330258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SamRz_if9BI/AAAAAAAABbA/BgOVhoPzQmQ/s320/DSC_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SamRzDZlDFI/AAAAAAAABa4/ThGELcXK-es/s1600-h/DSC_0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307933942104788050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SamRzDZlDFI/AAAAAAAABa4/ThGELcXK-es/s320/DSC_0184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course our other baby...he is getting so big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307933972079233858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SamR0zECy0I/AAAAAAAABbY/BNZatP82Yug/s320/DSC_0194.jpg" border="0" /&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/3981737277405929025-7045666518405281612?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/7045666518405281612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=7045666518405281612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7045666518405281612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7045666518405281612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-new-pics.html' title='Few new pics'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SamR0u5jFKI/AAAAAAAABbQ/S8zQ2BDzXJw/s72-c/DSC_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-2332345699156840864</id><published>2009-02-25T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:28:35.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention all 4 year olds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SaXvdkFkYMI/AAAAAAAABaw/owhFxatmIX0/s1600-h/DSC_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306911027108274370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SaXvdkFkYMI/AAAAAAAABaw/owhFxatmIX0/s320/DSC_0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend was super fun for John. Saturday he and I went to Playhouse Disney Live. It was a show with Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Einsteins&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tigger&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Pooh, and Handy Manny. Although it left a lot to be desired as an adult, the kids seemed to love it. John had his first taste of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dippin&lt;/span&gt;' Dots, which is always good. I am proud to say that we even got out of there without purchasing any overpriced hard plastic weapons...I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt;. After the show we headed to his first "friends" birthday party. His friend Jack had his 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party at the same train store that John had his. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all signed up for preschool next year, and it looks like the girls will be attending too. I can't believe they will be old enough to be in preschool this fall! Time is passing too quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Parents as Teachers came for the girls quarterly evaluation. They did very well putting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; puzzles and naming animals. They seem to be right on track. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; was a little stinker though. She was hoarding the toys and not letting Natalie play with anything, which is very out of character for her. Usually Natalie is the toy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;theif&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306910015880839298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SaXuis-KQII/AAAAAAAABaY/jTaPGuhkoUE/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306910008892623730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SaXuiS8Ci3I/AAAAAAAABaQ/TzRYlhudv-g/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306910024717104866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SaXujN449uI/AAAAAAAABag/8TJeeL2mb5A/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306910026834911954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SaXujVx0ItI/AAAAAAAABao/EqWurURqiGk/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day John decided to wear his Power Ranger costume all day...even to Hobby Lobby.  While we were there we saw 2 other kids wearing costumes, a princess and a mermaid.  I guess there was a memo sent out to the 4 year old community that us parents missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306910001881774194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SaXuh40heHI/AAAAAAAABaI/ce5fwo91R-s/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" /&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/3981737277405929025-2332345699156840864?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/2332345699156840864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=2332345699156840864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2332345699156840864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2332345699156840864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/02/attention-all-4-year-olds.html' title='Attention all 4 year olds...'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SaXvdkFkYMI/AAAAAAAABaw/owhFxatmIX0/s72-c/DSC_0178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-7470158093701532424</id><published>2009-02-04T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:49:16.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ready for Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was reprimanded for not posting. Here you go Chelsey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we finally got some snow this winter for John to play in. He ran around, threw snowballs, and made snow angels. He was having a great time until he decided to stick his face in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299130617038691010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYpLOF782sI/AAAAAAAABYc/S24sXeo2nos/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299130624927342226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYpLOjUwHpI/AAAAAAAABYk/04fnnTZjYcA/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299130635849726674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYpLPMA2etI/AAAAAAAABYs/F9P6jrCQtmo/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For Superbowl we went over to a friend's house with a few other families. The kids had a ton of other children to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299132428144720962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYpM3g1RvEI/AAAAAAAABZE/BNaZM0A4K7o/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; wearing a Transformer helmet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299132436344981378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYpM3_YXx4I/AAAAAAAABZM/wxkUVeiJ0Kw/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and Natalie catching up on her US Weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299130643727513810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYpLPpXD-NI/AAAAAAAABY0/VVrKLmk9cNg/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299130652399298994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYpLQJqk6bI/AAAAAAAABY8/52V3eOUPoRw/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday, the kids and I went to the zoo to check out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zoomagination&lt;/span&gt; Station. It was free and indoors...the perfect combination this time of year. They made crafts, played at the water table and sandbox, and pretended to be vets. I found out that John is terrified of snakes...fake snakes. He would not go near them.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYpM4mwN8gI/AAAAAAAABZk/ma6njBo1cj8/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299132446913982978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYpM4mwN8gI/AAAAAAAABZk/ma6njBo1cj8/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299416994389167490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYtPrcs8DYI/AAAAAAAABZ8/jQvxOh2gdYE/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299416989185174802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYtPrJUNbRI/AAAAAAAABZ0/YNksJ6yTdUo/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299416979036703074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYtPqjgoCWI/AAAAAAAABZs/U76V4YsM-Kc/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYpM4C9m8BI/AAAAAAAABZU/incQjvmY3ic/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299132437306470418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYpM4C9m8BI/AAAAAAAABZU/incQjvmY3ic/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3981737277405929025-7470158093701532424?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/7470158093701532424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=7470158093701532424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7470158093701532424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7470158093701532424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-ready-for-spring.html' title='I&apos;m ready for Spring'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SYpLOF782sI/AAAAAAAABYc/S24sXeo2nos/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4383687528418577808</id><published>2009-01-20T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:59:04.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new addition</title><content type='html'>We have a new addition in our house.  Meet Arthur.  He is a part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dachshund&lt;/span&gt; puppy we adopted today.  They think he is about 4 months old and he is as cute as can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SXacym-Sj5I/AAAAAAAABXo/cj6b6sQz5D4/s1600-h/DSC_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293590805289799570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SXacym-Sj5I/AAAAAAAABXo/cj6b6sQz5D4/s320/DSC_0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SXacyGhswSI/AAAAAAAABXg/ydHI9Kag5YE/s1600-h/DSC_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293590796579946786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SXacyGhswSI/AAAAAAAABXg/ydHI9Kag5YE/s320/DSC_0333.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/3981737277405929025-4383687528418577808?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4383687528418577808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4383687528418577808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4383687528418577808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4383687528418577808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-new-addition.html' title='Our new addition'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SXacym-Sj5I/AAAAAAAABXo/cj6b6sQz5D4/s72-c/DSC_0335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-7472887134244942973</id><published>2009-01-11T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:21:14.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much to report</title><content type='html'>So, not a whole lot has been going on in our household lately, which can be good and bad.  This terribly cold weather has kept us inside with no place for the kids to let off their energy except the living room.  We did recently take all the toys out of the living room and redistributed them to the kids bedrooms.  The new rule is one toy per person in the living room at a time.  So far they have all complied.  I have been trying to find things to do indoors that don't cost a ton of money, so this week the kids and I went to the indoor pool at the rec center.  Although the water wasn't as warm as I would have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt;, the kids all had fun.  Even Natalie, who HATED the pool over the summer.  She was very adventurous and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; to walk around in the water by herself instead of clinging to me as she previously did.  I have been wanting to take the kids to the City Museum Aquarium, but it looks like it would cost us almost $50!  If anyone knows of any coupons or a way to see the aquarium without having to pay the museum fee, PLEASE let me know.  It looks so neat, but I just can't justify spending that much money to look at fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John had his 4 year old check up last week and is growing like a weed.  We also found out he still has an ear infection, so back to the doctor in 2 weeks to get rechecked.  I have a feeling he will be getting tubes again.  He also has his speech evaluation next week.  I'm really hoping his ear infection is cleared up by then so he can have his hearing tested at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of the kids from the last week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157482168797730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SWpqM5qLyiI/AAAAAAAABW4/2j2d7j3L2BE/s320/DSC_0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Natalie hanging out in her baby's pack 'n play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157490425565954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SWpqNYawEwI/AAAAAAAABXA/wipUBuVjiog/s320/DSC_0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When John saw me taking pictures of her he wanted in on the action too.  Tight fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When one of the girls finishes eating before the other, they always go over to their sister's chair to munch on leftover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157494566605058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SWpqNn2DUQI/AAAAAAAABXI/SrpxYv1stgA/s320/DSC_0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157499789897858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SWpqN7TYcII/AAAAAAAABXQ/WRL48xu7BOE/s320/DSC_0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SWpqOfcMzyI/AAAAAAAABXY/O1k97qYiAMY/s1600-h/DSC_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157509490560802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SWpqOfcMzyI/AAAAAAAABXY/O1k97qYiAMY/s320/DSC_0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie loves seafood...See? Food!&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/3981737277405929025-7472887134244942973?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/7472887134244942973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=7472887134244942973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7472887134244942973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/7472887134244942973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-much-to-report.html' title='Not much to report'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/SWpqM5qLyiI/AAAAAAAABW4/2j2d7j3L2BE/s72-c/DSC_0317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-8349948583978605378</id><published>2008-12-26T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:28:57.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>Christmas has come and gone, and our house looks like Toys r Us exploded in it. Our celebration started on Christmas Eve with dinner at my Grandma's house and Christmas Eve service at church. We had a nice little group for dinner and even had some old friends stop by that we hadn't seen in a while. John was very impressed with his Santa cup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; had set put especially for him. Santa even left an early surprise gift of new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; and "The Polar Express" DVD. After service we took 3 VERY tired babies home to go to bed and wait for Santa. When I was putting John to bed I told him Santa would be coming tonight, and very concerned he asked, "He's not going to come in my room is he?" I reassured him that Santa would stick to the living room. Christmas morning was a blast. This was the first year that John got REALLY into his gifts. Everything he opened was his favorite. At one point he unwrapped a gift for Natalie, and the shirt box I had used had Christmas print on it. He freaked out and screamed, "Oh my gosh! A Christmas GAME!" Luckily he was not too disappointed when he opened the box and found clothes. We had family over for lunch and more gift giving and then headed to my Dad's for more food and more toys. Phew! I think these kids are set for at least a week or two. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284286752657855234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SVWOzd95UwI/AAAAAAAABVc/UwbCfN1rnLM/s320/DSC_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;trying to get a picture of all the kids in their Christmas outfits &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284286741166714802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SVWOyzKMb7I/AAAAAAAABVU/sXOrpvhfDFM/s320/DSC_0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;just a funny pic of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284286778252213970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SVWO09UEPtI/AAAAAAAABV8/O83XlUUK72U/s320/DSC_0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; Christmas morning &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284286765336160530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SVWO0NMo6RI/AAAAAAAABVw/7vzIxLzkSCU/s320/DSC_0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284289121129545730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SVWQ9VNjQAI/AAAAAAAABWI/_Lm11dC8ipU/s320/DSC_0287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;John Christmas morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284289899173450994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SVWRqnprFPI/AAAAAAAABWw/reYwLEDMHUg/s320/DSC_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284286761318161586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SVWOz-OrHLI/AAAAAAAABVk/EQx5luP0ZWA/s320/DSC_0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Natalie Christmas morning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284289133628310162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SVWQ-DxfQpI/AAAAAAAABWY/WfwmX9VSDOo/s320/DSC_0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;John got a whole box of "boy" dress up clothes...here he is posing as a Power Ranger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284289137107523362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SVWQ-Qu_1yI/AAAAAAAABWg/frmoNp9zokI/s320/DSC_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;John in the only moment of silence he had all day.  I had to capture it on film&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284289142330487874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SVWQ-kMP9EI/AAAAAAAABWo/hRVEXZL-LKI/s320/DSC_0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and CONGRATULATIONS to my baby brother who graduated from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mizzou&lt;/span&gt; last week!  It will be nice to have you home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-8349948583978605378?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/8349948583978605378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=8349948583978605378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/8349948583978605378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/8349948583978605378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SVWOzd95UwI/AAAAAAAABVc/UwbCfN1rnLM/s72-c/DSC_0282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6383919064690722193</id><published>2008-12-19T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:44:39.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby is 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUxKADMJ0oI/AAAAAAAABUU/NSnij9DKpLc/s1600-h/DSC_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281677827715486338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUxKADMJ0oI/AAAAAAAABUU/NSnij9DKpLc/s320/DSC_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How did this happen? My little baby turned 4 today! After what seemed like a weeks worth of parties, John's actual birthday was today. Mike took the day off work, we dropped the babies off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GG's&lt;/span&gt; house, and had a great birthday day, just the 3 of us. We started off with lunch at Olive Garden because John wanted mac and cheese for lunch. Then we went to the Botanical Gardens to see their holiday train display. John was in love. We could have spent the entire day there and he would never have gotten bored. There were so many scenes to see...my favorite was a little barn area that had a moose being milked! Seriously? Do people milk moose? After the trains we went to the fire station and one of the firemen gave John a tour and showed him the firetruck and helped him slide down the pole. He got to sit in the drivers seat and turn on the lights. Before we left he loaded John up with a fire hat, a badge, and a bag full of pencils, erasers, stickers, and coloring books. John was in heaven getting to meet a REAL fireman!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281677860804595922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUxKB-dNkNI/AAAAAAAABU0/8c4e2nl5ka0/s320/DSC_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281677848870675618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUxKBR_8ZKI/AAAAAAAABUs/te1TK_yxZMk/s320/DSC_0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281677842148608098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUxKA49RyGI/AAAAAAAABUk/88N1bxswCdA/s320/DSC_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281677836901957842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUxKAlaYQNI/AAAAAAAABUc/3YmUqx-rM9k/s320/DSC_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281682028149042690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUxN0jBjbgI/AAAAAAAABVE/XxFLgUuKMKQ/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281682021297172738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUxN0Jf8MQI/AAAAAAAABU8/El-6_YywzYI/s320/DSC_0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-6383919064690722193?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6383919064690722193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6383919064690722193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6383919064690722193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6383919064690722193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-baby-is-4.html' title='My Baby is 4!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUxKADMJ0oI/AAAAAAAABUU/NSnij9DKpLc/s72-c/DSC_0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-3347000706919568256</id><published>2008-12-17T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:41:45.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280845021820886594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUlUkXeGHkI/AAAAAAAABTc/4TDU-BZsEp0/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today the kids and I went to go see Santa Claus. I got everyone dressed up in their Christmas outfits and off we went. It didn't go well. :) John hid behind the stroller and refused to go anywhere near Santa. The girls sat on his lap for a second and then burst into tears. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; actually did this silent scream face for quite awhile. I have never seen her do that before. After getting their screaming picture with Santa I tried to get a few pics of them standing by a Christmas tree in the mall since they looked so cute, but there was just too much going on for them to concentrate on me and smiling for the camera. On our way out we stopped in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Macys&lt;/span&gt; so John could mail a letter to Santa. His letter read, "Dear Santa, I want a crane. Just a crane. Love, John."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280845077550962642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUlUnnFLl9I/AAAAAAAABTk/UE9KULXgz_Q/s320/DSC_0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280845108870288098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUlUpbwSkuI/AAAAAAAABT0/0rVYdVpp2CQ/s320/DSC_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280845115078871890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUlUpy4iC1I/AAAAAAAABT8/BAWWs9d2P7E/s320/DSC_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280845861692511442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUlVVQPGFNI/AAAAAAAABUE/oAsz7uwWgQM/s320/DSC_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280845876867936962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUlVWIxMssI/AAAAAAAABUM/Q8bx60j0s4Y/s320/DSC_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-3347000706919568256?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/3347000706919568256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=3347000706919568256' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3347000706919568256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3347000706919568256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa...'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUlUkXeGHkI/AAAAAAAABTc/4TDU-BZsEp0/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-2104727697468615978</id><published>2008-12-14T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:28:48.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today John had his birthday party at home with the family. Luckily we had nice weather so we had BBQ for lunch and John got to play outside while lunch was being put together. Thank you Aunt Lin for entertaining him. :) He got some fun new toys, books, and clothes. He was very impressed by the check box Aunt Peggy got him without even knowing it was filled with coins for his piggy bank. Cake was had, Happy Birthday was sung, and a long nap was taken by all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279822196609508050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUWyUGoh4tI/AAAAAAAABS8/3ulrhSAMPP8/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279822231510915922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUWyWIprG1I/AAAAAAAABTE/N8_KVVmzmgA/s320/DSC_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279822243987950994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUWyW3IbjZI/AAAAAAAABTM/ZGWcOj6eK18/s320/DSC_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279822250200553554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUWyXORoWFI/AAAAAAAABTU/TrFvs0-8B5U/s320/DSC_0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279796789160101330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUWbNMgixdI/AAAAAAAABS0/hToeLoRPHBE/s320/DSC_0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279796782316631762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUWbMzA7ttI/AAAAAAAABSs/xCLZ778uzc0/s320/DSC_0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-2104727697468615978?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/2104727697468615978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=2104727697468615978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2104727697468615978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2104727697468615978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/12/party-2.html' title='Party #2'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUWyUGoh4tI/AAAAAAAABS8/3ulrhSAMPP8/s72-c/DSC_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-2195378073808194083</id><published>2008-12-13T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:20:30.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injurys, Nature, St. Nicks, and Birthdays...what a post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279490213388720418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSEYIwvmSI/AAAAAAAABQI/Tvn9tltHKNw/s320/DSC_0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We have a new injury in our house. John lost a fight with his bed frame last night. He was being sent to his room for time out (what a shock) and in his thrashing and fit throwing busted his head against his bed frame. It never did bleed, but was dented in when it first happened. Scary looking. He is fine though. He only cried for a minute, and his injury did get him out of serving his time out. Poor baby. His face is going to be a mess by the time he's 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last week I took the kids to a nature center nearby. I had never been there before, so I wasn't sure what to expect, but it was very kid oriented. There was an indoor tree house, tons of stuffed animals (real ones, not toys), fish, turtles, and a huge viewing area with tons of birds. The kids loved it. After we left we drove through another nature reserve that is known for having tons of deer, elk, and bison you can see from your car. Unfortunately we only saw one deer. At least he was very near the car so even the girls could see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279490220725290482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSEYkF6xfI/AAAAAAAABQQ/QB3Jn4Jk8kk/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279490228236721970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSEZAEyHzI/AAAAAAAABQg/z_GyuiYJN4c/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279490227152582898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSEY8CTePI/AAAAAAAABQY/OFY83HyAnt8/s320/DSC_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279490245511365554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSEaAbYQ7I/AAAAAAAABQo/jpYRU7EfWBY/s320/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We also recently went to a St. Nick's party at my Aunt's house. She sets up a bunch of games and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; for all the kids and they have such a great time. There is also a lot of food and good company for the adults. John and the girls came home with bags full of candy and prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279492279919137986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSGQbL_VMI/AAAAAAAABQw/FhTM96l4Ddw/s320/DSC_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279492298257953202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSGRfgTcbI/AAAAAAAABRI/Cc0xDtrNN_I/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; showing Natalie what settings will maximize her workout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279492283062839458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSGQm5gaKI/AAAAAAAABQ4/n_HqaeZ3jFQ/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt; John getting his prize from the duck game&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year John was big enough to help with decorating the Christmas tree. He was very excited about having his own ornaments to put up. He wanted to know where every ornament came from, and it was fun for me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; over each ornament we have been given over the years. Thank you to my mom for putting the year on every ornament we received as kids. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; continuing that with my own kids. So, our tree is decorated, with a surplus of ornaments about 2 feet off the ground. We have had a few break (from the girls) but nothing that can't be fixed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279492300239916530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSGRm41zfI/AAAAAAAABRQ/-K-DRppuSis/s320/DSC_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279494626227873986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSIY_3laMI/AAAAAAAABRY/mLMLjC241pg/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today John had his first birthday party with friends. We had it at the train store he loves so much. When everyone arrived they did a pinata. The kids loved it, and most of them were completely surprised when candy started to rain down on them. I think they just thought it was fun to beat the thing with a bat. Then after cake and juice everyone headed over the train room to play with the huge train table. He even got to put his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;handprint&lt;/span&gt; on the wall of the store.  Most of the parents stayed, so it was a nice chance for Mike and I to get to know a lot of the parents of John's preschool friends. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279494632961587074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSIZY9Bt4I/AAAAAAAABRo/VDnpN9jPnZk/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279494638647537714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSIZuIqcDI/AAAAAAAABRw/2KV5wfC-4-0/s320/DSC_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279494651483360098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSIad89i2I/AAAAAAAABR4/Iy6TGtPRM6w/s320/DSC_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279494626078178882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSIY_T5PkI/AAAAAAAABRg/QcB1ZZR2TK4/s320/DSC_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-2195378073808194083?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/2195378073808194083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=2195378073808194083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2195378073808194083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2195378073808194083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/12/injurys-nature-st-nicks-and.html' title='Injurys, Nature, St. Nicks, and Birthdays...what a post!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SUSEYIwvmSI/AAAAAAAABQI/Tvn9tltHKNw/s72-c/DSC_0215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-3607835009992488145</id><published>2008-12-12T12:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:21:16.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John + Winter = Crazy Mommy</title><content type='html'>I knew I was dreading winter for a reason.  This cold weather is keeping us indoors most of the time and John has no place to let off his energy.  If I didn't get my hair colored every 6 weeks I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be all grey.  He is just driving me insane!  Constant running, jumping, screaming, fits...I'm about to lose it.  He found the candy for the treat bags for his birthday party and opened them up and i don't have any clue how much he ate.  I keep finding wrappers in his bedroom.  The other night Mike fell asleep on the couch and woke up around 12:30 am and saw John sneaking into the kitchen.  He followed him quietly and found John with 2 handfuls of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Starburst&lt;/span&gt;!  Who eats candy at 12:30 in the morning?  How often has he done this while we have been asleep?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Agh&lt;/span&gt;!  The candy is now obviously moved to higher ground.  He even got a time out at Preschool which never happens.  On top of this he has a double ear infection and pink eye, neither of which seem to be slowing him down.  Thank goodness my mom is babysitting tonight so Mike and I can have a date night.  Spring...I miss you.  Please come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-3607835009992488145?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/3607835009992488145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=3607835009992488145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3607835009992488145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3607835009992488145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/12/john-winter-crazy-mommy.html' title='John + Winter = Crazy Mommy'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-1516898737094923208</id><published>2008-12-05T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:30:24.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiday Spirit</title><content type='html'>I was looking through old Christmas pictures and found my 2 favorites of John.  Just thought I would share and send a little Christmas spirit your way.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276390343190951842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/STmBD8Yyt6I/AAAAAAAABP4/BAv3gXUJmw4/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276390353517321442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/STmBEi2ynOI/AAAAAAAABQA/38NakZPWcGs/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-1516898737094923208?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/1516898737094923208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=1516898737094923208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1516898737094923208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1516898737094923208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-spirit.html' title='The Holiday Spirit'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/STmBD8Yyt6I/AAAAAAAABP4/BAv3gXUJmw4/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-3058569832295514223</id><published>2008-12-03T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:24:37.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and into December...</title><content type='html'>Well, Thanksgiving has come and gone and we are into December, the busiest month of the year.  Thanksgiving lunch was at my Aunt and Uncle's house and not only are we outnumbered, but I think the adults in general at lunch were almost outnumbered.  There were so many kids running around having a great time, and one little addition that didn't do any running but was content to be held and just observe.  I was so glad to finally get to meet and hold my new cousin (2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; cousin?) Tanner.  She was an angel.  So adorable and I didn't hear her make a peep the entire time.  Next year we will have another little one so I can't wait for that.  John had a great time with everyone.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and Natalie took a little time to warm up to the crowd, but after an hour or so they were fine.  Rebecca's favorite thing was Tanner's infant car seat.  She was mesmerized by the toys hanging on it, and even sat in it for quite a while.  The kids were nice and worn out by the time we left, so there was no trouble getting them to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had an elementary school reunion in the afternoon, and then my 10 year high school reunion that evening.  The girls and I went to the first reunion while Mike and John had some quality "boy" time together.  I was a little nervous for my HS reunion, and I still can't believe it's been 10 years, but I had SO MUCH FUN!  Mike was one of the few husbands to attend, but he found a few guys to hang out with while the women &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reminisced&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had our Parents as Teachers educator come over and play with the kids.  John learned about forest animals and the girls showed off their cooking skills in a play kitchen.  She is still a little concerned, as are Mike and I, about John's speech, so he has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;referral&lt;/span&gt; for speech evaluation.  We won't hear anything for 4-6 weeks, but hopefully if it's needed we can get him into speech therapy before kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next event is John's 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  He is having his first party with friends this year.  I'm excited for it, but I'm a little nervous that kids won't be able to come because of the proximity to Christmas.  Well see though.  Invitations just went out yesterday and we already have one RSVP, so he'll have at least one friend to play with. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275638829121210754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/STbVkEUHCYI/AAAAAAAABPg/DQlrIbORy3w/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Natalie with her baby doll in Tanner's car seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275638836209841794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/STbVkeuK9oI/AAAAAAAABPo/pU8xwa0Jue8/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Becca in Tanner's car seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/STbVki0fBWI/AAAAAAAABPw/BKwyvfWnGQA/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275638837310063970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/STbVki0fBWI/AAAAAAAABPw/BKwyvfWnGQA/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and me at my elementary school reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3981737277405929025-3058569832295514223?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/3058569832295514223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=3058569832295514223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3058569832295514223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3058569832295514223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-into-december.html' title='and into December...'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/STbVkEUHCYI/AAAAAAAABPg/DQlrIbORy3w/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-717036197233347966</id><published>2008-11-26T18:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:16:46.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>In case I don't get to post tomorrow, Happy Thanksgiving! Or as the girls say, "Happy Turdy Day."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273155494843004050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SS4C-_OENJI/AAAAAAAABPY/B2B6hiZ-h5A/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&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/3981737277405929025-717036197233347966?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/717036197233347966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=717036197233347966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/717036197233347966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/717036197233347966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SS4C-_OENJI/AAAAAAAABPY/B2B6hiZ-h5A/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-3357834843365557636</id><published>2008-11-21T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:57:32.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the kiddos</title><content type='html'>Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; has become quite the bossy little lady.  She is talking up a storm and her new favorite things to say seem to be commands to John and Natalie.  "Come here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naa&lt;/span&gt;-lee!"  "No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jah&lt;/span&gt;, No No!" "Get out!"   "No!  Mine!"  She is repeating everything we say and is getting pretty good at "please" and "thank you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie is my little helper.  She loves to help get diapers, wipes, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt; out, and helps John put away his toys every night (while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; stands to the side supervising).  She is also our little bully though.  Any toy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; has, Natalie takes.  She also will pin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; down and laugh while Becca is screaming.  I find this strange since Natalie is a good 3 pounds lighter than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;.  She also, unfortunately has started to hit and throw things.  Not all the time, and the throwing is usually from excitement and not anger, but still, we don't want that going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John is loving preschool.  He just got 2 new kids in his class that are boy/girl twins.  His teacher was telling me that she was introducing them to the class and asked John to tell the class what twins are since he has twin sisters.  I guess we don't call them "the twins" very often because his teacher said he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; that twins were Mommy and Daddy.  After she told me about it I asked him in the car on the way home about the new twins in his class.  When I asked him their names he told me, "Mrs. John and Mrs. Moulder."  Those are his teachers...For some reason he insists that twins are adults.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-3357834843365557636?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/3357834843365557636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=3357834843365557636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3357834843365557636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3357834843365557636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-on-kiddos.html' title='Update on the kiddos'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-5248200209410971303</id><published>2008-11-14T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:06:23.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just a few pics of the kids enjoying one of the last nice days of the year.  We are NOT ready for winter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR47ovTOlAI/AAAAAAAABO4/Wk8N7ndu5d4/s1600-h/DSC_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268714185147978754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR47ovTOlAI/AAAAAAAABO4/Wk8N7ndu5d4/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John taking Rebecca for a ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR47n7tpiHI/AAAAAAAABOw/V3gvRj-RJcs/s1600-h/DSC_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268714171300153458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR47n7tpiHI/AAAAAAAABOw/V3gvRj-RJcs/s320/DSC_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rebecca not looking too happy in her swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR47nn1rvoI/AAAAAAAABOo/q9FUhgEisfw/s1600-h/DSC_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268714165965143682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR47nn1rvoI/AAAAAAAABOo/q9FUhgEisfw/s320/DSC_0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie having a much better time than Becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR47nTPWWLI/AAAAAAAABOg/e7CBseqw20w/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268714160435648690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR47nTPWWLI/AAAAAAAABOg/e7CBseqw20w/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie learned to use the tire swing and loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR47nJkqHBI/AAAAAAAABOY/roBZYSNiNKE/s1600-h/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268714157840669714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR47nJkqHBI/AAAAAAAABOY/roBZYSNiNKE/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a funny picture of Rebecca &lt;/div&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/3981737277405929025-5248200209410971303?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/5248200209410971303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=5248200209410971303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5248200209410971303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5248200209410971303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-days.html' title='Fall Days'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR47ovTOlAI/AAAAAAAABO4/Wk8N7ndu5d4/s72-c/DSC_0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-8151289365601502138</id><published>2008-11-14T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:55:22.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got family pictures taken a few weeks ago, and thanks to my new scanner I got for my birthday I can now share them with you. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268711319415153506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR45B7nR42I/AAAAAAAABNw/1JG5xwCAC_k/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268711328151605778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR45CcKNkhI/AAAAAAAABOI/nYrkObASnQA/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268711324494156834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR45COiNVCI/AAAAAAAABOA/9qYbjk_npaQ/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;John&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268711317329819826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR45Bz2GOLI/AAAAAAAABN4/AAZDckT9L2g/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Natalie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268711333198992226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR45Cu9mk2I/AAAAAAAABOQ/jfVGFDjqfnI/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;John's school picture&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-8151289365601502138?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/8151289365601502138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=8151289365601502138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/8151289365601502138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/8151289365601502138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR45B7nR42I/AAAAAAAABNw/1JG5xwCAC_k/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-2954533611931209715</id><published>2008-11-14T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:46:32.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bit of Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday I took the kids to the Magic House. I had been wanting to take them there for some time now, but was a little nervous going at it alone. It is a big place with many ups, downs, and places to hide. We pretty much stuck to the toddler area, but even there it was hard to keep my 2 eyes on 3 kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; was a little daredevil. She loved going through the plastic and mesh tubes and even went over the balance beam way up in the air. Natalie wasn't as adventurous and was content to carry around a couple pieces of chalk and watch.  John was all over the place.  He was pretty good about going to play on something and come right back to me to check in before moving on to something else.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268708392081540194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR42XicjxGI/AAAAAAAABNo/th1ju6HzPU0/s320/DSC_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;John heading up to the slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268708371168468722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR42WUifnvI/AAAAAAAABNY/NM3Yg8W7wIs/s320/DSC_0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Natalie and her chalk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR41aUgQfuI/AAAAAAAABNQ/QU3yIK1osq4/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268707340366937826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR41aUgQfuI/AAAAAAAABNQ/QU3yIK1osq4/s320/DSC_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; loved this little door.  When you open it up there is a little mouse family inside.  She must have opened and closed that door 20 times, laughing hysterically every time she saw the mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR41Z9-aIWI/AAAAAAAABNI/I_TIdf5cAoU/s1600-h/DSC_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268707334319382882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR41Z9-aIWI/AAAAAAAABNI/I_TIdf5cAoU/s320/DSC_0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie playing the bells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268708384722092706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR42XHB7gqI/AAAAAAAABNg/esaDQHr7omQ/s320/DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;John working in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;autoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268707314800263938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR41Y1QsAwI/AAAAAAAABM4/qyQn60CKrU4/s320/DSC_0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The one area all the kids loved was the water room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR41ZerYElI/AAAAAAAABNA/dRulCO_uj64/s1600-h/DSC_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268707325918057042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR41ZerYElI/AAAAAAAABNA/dRulCO_uj64/s320/DSC_0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR41YculYAI/AAAAAAAABMw/RNd85bN1p70/s1600-h/DSC_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268707308214771714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR41YculYAI/AAAAAAAABMw/RNd85bN1p70/s320/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR4z_xqYYjI/AAAAAAAABMo/p7_odnZUXlE/s1600-h/DSC_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268705784825930290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR4z_xqYYjI/AAAAAAAABMo/p7_odnZUXlE/s320/DSC_0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR4z_n67viI/AAAAAAAABMg/909Z8mDBO8w/s1600-h/DSC_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268705782211001890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR4z_n67viI/AAAAAAAABMg/909Z8mDBO8w/s320/DSC_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; on the balance beam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR4z-zc8dFI/AAAAAAAABMY/mWFuPEwwp1U/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268705768126575698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR4z-zc8dFI/AAAAAAAABMY/mWFuPEwwp1U/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and going through the tunnel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR4z-UThNSI/AAAAAAAABMQ/TOC2A7cSQCQ/s1600-h/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268705759765542178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR4z-UThNSI/AAAAAAAABMQ/TOC2A7cSQCQ/s320/DSC_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; taking Natalie for a drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR4z-LF7RmI/AAAAAAAABMI/Z6mpB8KTmP8/s1600-h/DSC_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268705757292611170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR4z-LF7RmI/AAAAAAAABMI/Z6mpB8KTmP8/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John worked the gas pump so Natalie could continue on her way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-2954533611931209715?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/2954533611931209715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=2954533611931209715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2954533611931209715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2954533611931209715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-bit-of-magic.html' title='Little Bit of Magic'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SR42XicjxGI/AAAAAAAABNo/th1ju6HzPU0/s72-c/DSC_0203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-5310537952270105169</id><published>2008-11-02T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:14:29.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a new camera and I am in L-O-V-E! I by no means have figured out all the settings, but I have been playing around and got a few cute ones of the kids. Hopefully I can find the time to read up on it and actually know what I'm doing when I take it off "auto".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264114920725924354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQ3koUKzygI/AAAAAAAAA48/lkHOBDOHqP8/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264116579029021282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQ3mI11E8mI/AAAAAAAAA6E/LIOuf0qxG7U/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264116569411527154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQ3mISAFofI/AAAAAAAAA58/ETE3GiYWzAs/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264116553267483586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQ3mHV3DE8I/AAAAAAAAA50/-Ws9Kf3kLe0/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264124679089164514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQ3tgU56EOI/AAAAAAAAA6M/6r2X5D8-MbI/s320/DSC_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264114946416601106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQ3kpz38aBI/AAAAAAAAA5c/y6lWMr_rlKQ/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264116533548123826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQ3mGMZlhrI/AAAAAAAAA5k/PrWyEoAF4NQ/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264116541178979442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQ3mGo07JHI/AAAAAAAAA5s/vnRET7XlOLw/s320/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264114936624834402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQ3kpPZZ52I/AAAAAAAAA5U/VK5s4HbfrCk/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264114924601349602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQ3koimyFeI/AAAAAAAAA5E/X-IrnYcfgZA/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264114928639000674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQ3koxpbwGI/AAAAAAAAA5M/i2bKTseK-1M/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /&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/3981737277405929025-5310537952270105169?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/5310537952270105169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=5310537952270105169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5310537952270105169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5310537952270105169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-pics.html' title='New Pics'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQ3koUKzygI/AAAAAAAAA48/lkHOBDOHqP8/s72-c/DSC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-2747487382569158186</id><published>2008-10-31T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:36:48.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween everyone.  We just got back from Trick or Treating, the kids are in bed, and I am exhausted!  I have been itching to put the pictures up of the kids costumes, but wanted to wait until it was officially Halloween.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263494696841621746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQuwiiJlsPI/AAAAAAAAA4U/vGAsJic3BtQ/s320/IMGP1640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263494707196517122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQuwjIuY2wI/AAAAAAAAA4c/J9ZT57R6iYM/s320/IMGP1642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our first Halloween activity was playgroup on Monday.  John (the policeman) and Natalie &amp;amp; Rebecca (the jailbirds) had a great time playing with all of their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263494712882975810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQuwjd6JVEI/AAAAAAAAA4k/R7cmy0-Lk_c/s320/IMGP1654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was John's preschool Halloween parade.  He is in the back row, sans mustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263494721909079298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQuwj_iIvQI/AAAAAAAAA4s/brcRx-UCkuQ/s320/IMGP1658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQuwkKNxP1I/AAAAAAAAA40/B-K5Th7-TcE/s1600-h/IMGP1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263494724776443730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQuwkKNxP1I/AAAAAAAAA40/B-K5Th7-TcE/s320/IMGP1659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, tonight we took the girls out in the "paddy" wagon and got some real trick or treating done!  We have WAY too much candy at our house now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-2747487382569158186?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/2747487382569158186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=2747487382569158186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2747487382569158186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2747487382569158186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQuwiiJlsPI/AAAAAAAAA4U/vGAsJic3BtQ/s72-c/IMGP1640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6213416948436496742</id><published>2008-10-27T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:43:04.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1964</title><content type='html'>So, I was bored and playing around on the computer waiting for Mike to get home and found a website where you upload a picture of yourself and it shows you what your yearbook photo would look like from different years. Thank goodness I graduated in 1998 and not 1964!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262014186289949842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQZuBejg7JI/AAAAAAAAA4M/OsUYaXbTSJ8/s320/myYearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-6213416948436496742?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6213416948436496742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6213416948436496742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6213416948436496742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6213416948436496742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/10/1964.html' title='1964'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQZuBejg7JI/AAAAAAAAA4M/OsUYaXbTSJ8/s72-c/myYearbookPhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4938526153082466280</id><published>2008-10-24T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:52:30.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall pics of Rebecca &amp; Natalie</title><content type='html'>While John was taking an extened nap, I grabbed the girls and went outside to take some pictures in the yard. I didn't label the pictures, so Natalie is in blue and Rebecca is in red.  Oh, and John is finally potty trained overnight. Woo hoo! One less kid to buy diapers for. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260934003290218562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQKXmjTjIEI/AAAAAAAAA4A/xawC1zOzW8U/s320/IMGP1628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260934000325559986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQKXmYQuBrI/AAAAAAAAA34/EErWSRjs4xI/s320/IMGP1624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260933996867393042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQKXmLYOlhI/AAAAAAAAA3w/4tGjoNUuNLA/s320/IMGP1622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260933983148156434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQKXlYRTphI/AAAAAAAAA3g/B3Cffx3brGA/s320/IMGP1617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260933993016378754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQKXl9CExYI/AAAAAAAAA3o/zyjEZYbjpf8/s320/IMGP1618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-4938526153082466280?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4938526153082466280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4938526153082466280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4938526153082466280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4938526153082466280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-pics-of-rebecca-natalie.html' title='Fall pics of Rebecca &amp; Natalie'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SQKXmjTjIEI/AAAAAAAAA4A/xawC1zOzW8U/s72-c/IMGP1628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6313387002012936687</id><published>2008-10-15T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:26:48.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>Here is a short video I took of Natalie "dancing".  Oh, and John is not showing off for the camera.  The circles he's wearing in the carpet is his newest dance move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WUUbpc4dF58&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WUUbpc4dF58&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3981737277405929025-6313387002012936687?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6313387002012936687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6313387002012936687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6313387002012936687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6313387002012936687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/10/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-5048634145290476326</id><published>2008-10-11T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:03:59.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John's Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For my birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; and the kids took me to the zoo.  We had nice fall weather and no crowds.  When we first got there, the woman at the front desk told us to make sure to go see the baby kangaroo in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; zoo.  We headed there first thing, and looked all around and didn't see the baby kangaroo.  Then we realized it was some kind of tree kangaroo, and the baby was in the mother's pouch.  I was a little disappointed.  I was imagining a cute little kangaroo jumping all around.  Oh well.  We also got a great look at the hippos swimming.  Usually when we go it is so crowded that we can't get up to the glass to see them, but this day we were basically the only ones at the hippo exhibit.  The kids all stood by the glass and the hippos swam laps back and forth in front of them.  The girls would laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; they came by.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130268981203490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGGoafNkiI/AAAAAAAAA1w/zqJSiR11RWs/s320/IMGP1529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;John on a frog in the Children's Zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130268843902434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGGoZ-eheI/AAAAAAAAA14/QOGdOyQAyZM/s320/IMGP1530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Natalie on her frog saying "CHEESE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130272340568194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGGonAJaII/AAAAAAAAA2A/2-druoKvFWA/s320/IMGP1531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; riding her frog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130278990467650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGGo_xm0kI/AAAAAAAAA2I/v2fZiKn1p7A/s320/IMGP1532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The girls were not very happy about sitting in the hippos mouth with John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Chelsey and I took John to his first Parkway West football game.  We had talked all day about the football game and what to expect when we got there.  As we were pulling out of the driveway John asked if he needed his helmet.  Confused, I said no.  Then he told me that he would get some popcorn after he kicked the football.  I realized then that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; he was going to play in the football game.  Luckily, he was fine with learning that we would just be watching.  He liked the watch the field goals since that was pretty much the only time he could spot the ball.  He also really liked his popcorn and getting his very own bottle of lemonade.  He said the instruments (the band's halftime show) were his favorite part.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256132999695254066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGJHXMLQjI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/4S5HKb2xnqU/s320/IMGP1538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John, not looking very impressed with the cheerleaders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256133000837933090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGJHbcnKCI/AAAAAAAAA2g/eY30c2s5eVI/s320/IMGP1541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John and Aunt Chelsey.  Go Longhorns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256133008219943778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGJH28ns2I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Sl8IioJhMgY/s320/IMGP1543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just take the picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, John had another fun day.  Julie and I took John and her son Jack to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Backyardigans&lt;/span&gt; at the Fox.  We had awesome 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; row seats!  The boys were so good.  They actually sat through the whole thing.  Well, actually, John did get up to dance at one point, but that was fine.  After the show we took the boys to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cupcakery&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  That was my favorite part of the day.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256133014090392338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGJIM0PoxI/AAAAAAAAA2w/GxbjIAs41MY/s320/IMGP1545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John and Jack heading to the Fox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256133011789757442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGJIEPuvAI/AAAAAAAAA24/OQjuFe1Vz00/s320/IMGP1546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;standing outside the Fox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGK68ehVWI/AAAAAAAAA3A/tGSfNmOvtgk/s1600-h/IMGP1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256134985389266274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGK68ehVWI/AAAAAAAAA3A/tGSfNmOvtgk/s320/IMGP1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; posing with Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGK7FGcGwI/AAAAAAAAA3I/FefPy7DAUJk/s1600-h/IMGP1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256134987704179458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGK7FGcGwI/AAAAAAAAA3I/FefPy7DAUJk/s320/IMGP1550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waiting for the show to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256134996679627330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGK7miWkkI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Y41IG-WzUew/s320/IMGP1555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Backyardigans&lt;/span&gt; Live!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGK7UIEjRI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/xg_VGoG_4Vg/s1600-h/IMGP1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256134991737556242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGK7UIEjRI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/xg_VGoG_4Vg/s320/IMGP1554.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a good show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, and some of you have heard about Mike's strange sleeping habits, and how he can fall asleep anywhere...here's proof.  I found him asleep on the hood of his car after coming home from dinner with friends.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130277293821474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGGo5dGDiI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Ll12QJq6tEA/s320/IMGP1533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-5048634145290476326?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/5048634145290476326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=5048634145290476326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5048634145290476326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/5048634145290476326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/10/johns-fun-weekend.html' title='John&apos;s Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SPGGoafNkiI/AAAAAAAAA1w/zqJSiR11RWs/s72-c/IMGP1529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4272113030276290123</id><published>2008-09-26T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:57:47.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few moments with John</title><content type='html'>John's version of "This Little Piggy"&lt;br /&gt;This little piggy goes market&lt;br /&gt;This little piggy goes home&lt;br /&gt;This little piggy goes in the car&lt;br /&gt;This little piggy goes in the TV&lt;br /&gt;This little piggy has a hat&lt;br /&gt;Wee wee wee wee wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at Office Max John learned magic. Well, not really, but he thought he did. I was checking out and John was standing near the doors. He held his hand out and said "Open!" Well, his arm must have been at just the right distance that it activated the sensor and the door opened. Then he pulled his arm back and said "Closed" and the door closed. He must have done this 10 times and every time it worked. The cashier was cracking up. Then when we were out at the car he saw a man coming out and just as John yelled, "Open!" the doors opened for the man to walk through. John looked at me as serious as could be and said, "I make the doors open for that boy." He was so proud of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday John was driving me bananas banging on his tool bench with his hammer. I asked him to stop and he said, "Oh absolutely. No problem." and went on to play with something else. I wish it was always that easy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-4272113030276290123?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4272113030276290123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4272113030276290123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4272113030276290123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4272113030276290123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-moments-with-john.html' title='A few moments with John'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-6980984502818280641</id><published>2008-09-23T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:13:57.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slide Shows</title><content type='html'>John's Slide Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;channel=72057594050175925&amp;site=widget-b5.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;at=un&amp;id=72057594050175925&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b5.slide.com/p1/72057594050175925/un_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;at=un&amp;id=72057594050175925&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b5.slide.com/p2/72057594050175925/un_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;at=un&amp;id=72057594050175925&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b5.slide.com/p4/72057594050175925/un_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie's Slide Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;channel=72057594050175989&amp;site=widget-f5.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;at=un&amp;id=72057594050175989&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p1/72057594050175989/un_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;at=un&amp;id=72057594050175989&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p2/72057594050175989/un_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;at=un&amp;id=72057594050175989&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p4/72057594050175989/un_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca's Slide Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-3f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;channel=72057594050176063&amp;site=widget-3f.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;at=un&amp;id=72057594050176063&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3f.slide.com/p1/72057594050176063/un_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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They had a great time in the Discovery Room. It is geared to kids ages 3 and up, but they had plenty for Natalie &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; to do too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; liked the bells and rang them constantly for 15 minutes or so. Natalie liked the building area and the book corner. John loved everything. He played drums in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;teepee&lt;/span&gt;, watched fish in the aquarium, played at the water table, worked on "his" computer and even got to pet a big cockroach. Ugh! After the Discovery Room we checked out the dinosaurs, which John actually wasn't scared of this time. We had some lunch and then walked over the bridge that goes over the highway.  The bridge has big glass tiles in the floor that you can look through, straight down to the highway.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; did not want to walk on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246052522474653282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM24-XMkxmI/AAAAAAAAA0U/nXr-EtJS-Ew/s320/IMGP1457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;John using the computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246052518992107522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM24-KORWAI/AAAAAAAAA0M/i-80t-jD0mk/s320/IMGP1456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Natalie wants to build a marble track&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246052502803512178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM249N6m-3I/AAAAAAAAAz0/sJ3y9pi6w50/s320/IMGP1452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246052508886084466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM249kkzq3I/AAAAAAAAA0E/5o9wm-48f8g/s320/IMGP1454.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; playing bells&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246054248248951042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM26i0NOwQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ugy8dUkmIVg/s320/IMGP1460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;John at the water table&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246054255572965026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM26jPfaVqI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Uh0ExFVUdIo/s320/IMGP1462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;petting a cockroach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246052511112786786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM249s3sc2I/AAAAAAAAAz8/2k9_lLLyMGw/s320/IMGP1453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and playing trains&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246054243754001170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM26ijdjQxI/AAAAAAAAA0c/n6vG0cRxMqE/s320/IMGP1459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and Natalie are a little confused as to what to do with these balls at the train table&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246054256410417394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM26jSnE2PI/AAAAAAAAA00/Rg2FcRVZ5Iw/s320/IMGP1463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Natalie watching the cars on the highway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Saturday my mom and I took the kids to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Greentree&lt;/span&gt; Festival.  We spent a little time shopping all the booths, but most of the day was spent on the playground.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246055669808416402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM271j7axpI/AAAAAAAAA1E/t1NpXez1lbs/s320/IMGP1466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;John didn't want his picture taken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246055674881513570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM271208GGI/AAAAAAAAA1M/k_nMLqH5WaI/s320/IMGP1470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246055680149953090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM272KdCGkI/AAAAAAAAA1U/P31-_LOxNCM/s320/IMGP1473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246055681689013970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM272QL-TtI/AAAAAAAAA1c/wwtMCVe_KF4/s320/IMGP1474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246055688553341970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM272pwjpBI/AAAAAAAAA1k/kgQxZAPrZTI/s320/IMGP1471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246054264712997874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM26jxikK_I/AAAAAAAAA08/3dgeUaHvoXc/s320/IMGP1467.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;John on stilts (Maw Maw is actually holding onto them from the top)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-2180519879390626892?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/2180519879390626892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=2180519879390626892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2180519879390626892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/2180519879390626892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-fun-with-kids.html' title='Weekend Fun With the Kids'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM24-XMkxmI/AAAAAAAAA0U/nXr-EtJS-Ew/s72-c/IMGP1457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6572515682496626618</id><published>2008-09-14T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:18:26.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Water</title><content type='html'>We experienced the Great Flood of 2008 this morning, otherwise known as the remnants of Hurricane Ike. Luckily the house didn't flood, but the yard was a mess. Cars couldn't pass in the street and we even got a huge piece of our neighbors wood fence in our yard. Here are a few pics of our side and back yard.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246025689255564466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM2gkdqm1LI/AAAAAAAAAzM/YykWkLhG91c/s320/IMGP1475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the river, coming from the street, between our house and the neighbors&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246025691126029730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM2gkkoj3aI/AAAAAAAAAzU/5qnxVFVYgG4/s320/IMGP1476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;wanna swing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246025695283103282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM2gk0HrxjI/AAAAAAAAAzc/zZnebElXBOI/s320/IMGP1480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246025703822664418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM2glT7rIuI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Kdew8mxvS6g/s320/IMGP1478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;luckily we have a boat ready?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246025708708488338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM2glmIi5JI/AAAAAAAAAzs/7_3Dq8TkmM4/s320/IMGP1477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;water rushing through the fence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-6572515682496626618?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6572515682496626618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6572515682496626618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6572515682496626618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6572515682496626618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/09/under-water.html' title='Under Water'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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/_LOsGPVSs97I/SM2gkdqm1LI/AAAAAAAAAzM/YykWkLhG91c/s72-c/IMGP1475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6450340486705872471</id><published>2008-09-11T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:29:30.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>John has started a new year of preschool. This year he is in the Juniors class. He has a lot of kids in his class from last year, plus some new faces. The first day was just an hour and the parents and siblings got to stay and play to get to know the teachers, kids, and other parents. John played with his friend Nicholas (Neck-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;liss&lt;/span&gt; as he says it) most of the time. They put together an elaborate rail system and built trains to run on the tracks. It was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; that Nicholas' mom and I couldn't figure out how to put the train pieces together and our 3 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; had to show us how! The girls had a great time with a huge assortment of baby dolls and a play kitchen. They even drew pictures with Mrs. John, one of the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244954479475955234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SMnST2RCFiI/AAAAAAAAAyU/_CWqc7W7xC4/s320/IMGP1450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture was actually taken his 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day of school. A rainstorm prevented us from getting one the 1st day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244954500338935042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SMnSVD_J5QI/AAAAAAAAAys/1_FpWBsheOU/s320/IMGP1451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Must have been a busy day at school for John, and a busy day at the office for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;.  Natalie was sleeping too, but since her seat is behind me I couldn't get a picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244954485713719330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SMnSUNgO0CI/AAAAAAAAAyc/OERtUqtldEM/s320/IMGP1440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids came with me on Sunday to check out the progress on the Extreme Makeover Home Edition house being built here.  John got to wear Maw Maw's hard hat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244954506335639282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SMnSVaU4VvI/AAAAAAAAAy0/UvsDLE4FdNY/s320/IMGP1446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fun with hats.  John put his baseball cap on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244954494294991714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SMnSUteKo2I/AAAAAAAAAyk/5J9DhpvCws4/s320/IMGP1442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and then wore her sunhat.  He kept calling it his Jungle Hat for some unknown reason.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244955042573646226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SMnS0n9--ZI/AAAAAAAAAy8/_n-Fg-_bee0/s320/IMGP1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Natalie working on the tool bench...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244955049591174082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SMnS1CHF88I/AAAAAAAAAzE/JjM2RosRYtM/s320/IMGP1445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and saying "CHEESE!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-6450340486705872471?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6450340486705872471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6450340486705872471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6450340486705872471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6450340486705872471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SMnST2RCFiI/AAAAAAAAAyU/_CWqc7W7xC4/s72-c/IMGP1450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4358393892183851388</id><published>2008-08-26T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:32:12.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Playing at home in the pool.  Natalie finally got in.  She is getting a little more used to the water, just in time for summer to be over. :)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; still loves getting sprayed in the face by the sprinklers, although the picture may not look like she is enjoying it.  John likes to take his Little Tykes climber and put by the edge of the pool so he can slide into the water.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239048793787443970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTXHsqjqwI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Q52eSuiTN1U/s320/IMGP1378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239048800559016178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTXIF5BqPI/AAAAAAAAAvA/hbi_J0pIKG4/s320/IMGP1379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The other day, while making dinner, I realized the kids were being a little too quiet so I went to investigate.  First I walked into the girls room and saw this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239049998294165922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTYNzzVqaI/AAAAAAAAAvw/KxJfXRUCSjM/s320/IMGP1407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nice.  Thanks girls.  Then I went to Johns room and saw this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239050003798104194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTYOITlGII/AAAAAAAAAv4/pTNRmJLpy_0/s320/IMGP1395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They had stripped of their clothes, as well as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bedsheet&lt;/span&gt; and were having a ball jumping on the bed.  I had to get a few pictures before getting them down.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239051437854038658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTZhmlKGoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/-BHIVWZzaec/s320/IMGP1396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239051446299958642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTZiGC0nXI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/awCIT6UsmHI/s320/IMGP1404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then I found John hiding in his dresser.  His response to the whole scene was, "I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nufing&lt;/span&gt; Mommy."  which seems to be his go-to phrase lately.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239050010855186386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTYOimHn9I/AAAAAAAAAwA/4thzP6FpVMQ/s320/IMGP1405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This past weekend, Mike and I took the kids to the Festival of Nations.  It is a celebration in a local park with food, dancing, music, crafts, and demonstrations from all over the world.  John liked the African dancing best, but didn't want to participate.  The girls seemed to like a calypso sounding band.  It was pretty darn hot out, but John was a good sport walking the whole time.  Mike did try putting him on his shoulders at one point, but John freaked out.  Since Mike is 6'2", John was probably over 7 feet in the air, which I'm sure is scary when you're used to being much closer to the ground.  Oh, and we're kind of famous now. :)  A group was going around taking pictures of the event, and I found ours on their website.  Unfortunately I look a little pregnant in it.  Oh well...there goes my modeling contract.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239049996101608962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTYNrol5gI/AAAAAAAAAvo/hfg_ss1rxnY/s320/578240_height370_width560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The picture that made us famous(with a beautiful port a potty in the background)...doesn't John look happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239048806852769602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTXIdVkt0I/AAAAAAAAAvI/gDISmnTj-b8/s320/IMGP1390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;John getting tribal face paint done&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239048815693923858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTXI-ReBhI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/NPDFAr2ZyGg/s320/IMGP1392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the final result&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239048816680271618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTXJB8ofwI/AAAAAAAAAvY/lbKGBj7iz44/s320/IMGP1393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;complete with a head dress he made (he calls it his dress-head)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239049995798461074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTYNqgUOpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/koNaR-I7AXY/s320/IMGP1391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MaMaw&lt;/span&gt; June, and I took the kids to the Botanical Gardens.  We had a beautiful day for it.  Thank goodness they both came with me.  The girls are so mobile now it was hard keeping them in the same area when they were out of the stroller.  It was nice that we could each just take one kid.  Their favorite area was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;childrens&lt;/span&gt; garden.  They played in the sprinklers, climbed, ran around, and wore themselves out.  So much so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GG's&lt;/span&gt; arms on the tram ride after lunch.  They liked climbing on the Niki Exhibit sculptures, but John was scared of the one that looked like a skull.  His favorite was the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;agigador&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alligator&lt;/span&gt;). Oh, and since I didn't label all the pics, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; is in a cream shirt, and Natalie is in plaid.  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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTbEmH7vlI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Or8LfUBvnII/s320/IMGP1426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTbFPuuDSI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/CIbceF3m6cQ/s1600-h/IMGP1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239053149707046178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTbFPuuDSI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/CIbceF3m6cQ/s320/IMGP1427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTZiTBsZpI/AAAAAAAAAwY/MxdpQKFe1WI/s1600-h/IMGP1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239051449784886930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTZiTBsZpI/AAAAAAAAAwY/MxdpQKFe1WI/s320/IMGP1420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTZi-gPMXI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hMQ5xo8429s/s1600-h/IMGP1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239051461455720818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTZi-gPMXI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hMQ5xo8429s/s320/IMGP1418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239054707920811170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTcf8h1NKI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3rwCPuMYdDA/s320/IMGP1438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239054713041947858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTcgPmzjNI/AAAAAAAAAyI/NdsXUGMXHIY/s320/IMGP1439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-4358393892183851388?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4358393892183851388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4358393892183851388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4358393892183851388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4358393892183851388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SLTXHsqjqwI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Q52eSuiTN1U/s72-c/IMGP1378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-3722634024418411334</id><published>2008-08-18T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:58:44.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asleep at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend Mike and I took the kids to Grants Farm with his family.  We had the most perfect day for it!  The kids had a great time with their aunts, grandma, and cousins.   We don't all get together very often, so it was extra special having everyone there.  John of course loved the tram we took to get to the park.  I think I was more afraid of the goats than he was this time.   I just hate when they jump up on you!   Natalie had a minor meltdown when I tried to help her feed a bottle to a goat.  She wanted it for herself.  Oh, and on a sad note, Rebecca lost her blankey somewhere in the park.  She seems to have adjusted to its replacement though.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236013788521553202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SKoOzI_f3TI/AAAAAAAAAsU/nshem0d2PEE/s320/IMGP1349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236013745082185890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SKoOwnKvuKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1BnDpI1L5yM/s320/IMGP1348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236013881038486610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SKoO4hpQPFI/AAAAAAAAAsk/BfozRYkCSok/s320/IMGP1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236013714761381666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SKoOu2Ns9yI/AAAAAAAAAsE/l6y5FCfBm0c/s320/IMGP1346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236013850705672514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SKoO2wpWOUI/AAAAAAAAAsc/NGg1vrVRvtE/s320/IMGP1350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;John and his cousin "posing" so the mommies could get a cute picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesdays, G.G. watches the girls for a few hours in the morning, so John and I can have some quality time together.  Last week I took him to Monkey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Joes&lt;/span&gt;.  A place filled with huge inflatables that the kids can climb on.  The last time we went he was pretty hesitant to go on anything, and since I had the babies with me, I couldn't climb with him.  This time, just the two of us, I was pretty excited to get to go on everything too.  Unfortunately, I was greeted at the door with a sign saying adults are no longer allowed on anything.  Ugh!  John had no problem jumping right in alone though.  He loved the big slide and the tunnels, but steered clear of the obstacle course for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236051309804744098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SKow7KqhbaI/AAAAAAAAAuU/R1wfCcIGSbk/s320/IMGP1356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236050982656949490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SKowoH8aPPI/AAAAAAAAAuI/eEsbOV714vM/s320/IMGP1355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I know some of you have heard the stories of the strange things John sleeps with, or does in his room when he is supposed to be "napping", but here is the proof that my son is a little crazy. :)  First off, he went to bed in a red shirt and no socks.  But when I went to check on him, he had on this green shirt and 2 different socks on upside down.  He also added socks on his hands to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ensemble&lt;/span&gt;.  Then, if you look closely, he has a toy saw in his pocket.  To finish off, he is sleeping with his head on a book like a pillow, on top of the covers, facing the end of the bed.  But hey, as long as he's sleeping, I'm a happy mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SKozI9zSYxI/AAAAAAAAAus/A5w1ZZsfmt0/s1600-h/IMGP1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236053745893270290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SKozI9zSYxI/AAAAAAAAAus/A5w1ZZsfmt0/s320/IMGP1365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/3981737277405929025-3722634024418411334?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/3722634024418411334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=3722634024418411334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3722634024418411334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3722634024418411334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/08/asleep-at-last.html' title='Asleep at last'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SKoOzI_f3TI/AAAAAAAAAsU/nshem0d2PEE/s72-c/IMGP1349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6182436122375149806</id><published>2008-07-30T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:19:52.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in magic?</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, while the girls were at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GG's&lt;/span&gt; house, John and I had a morning at the Magic House. It's fun to watch him become so much more adventurous. The last time we went he didn't really want to leave my side, but this time, he was all on his own. He played with other kids, and worked with them on some of the exhibits. He even went down the big slide. It is a couple stories tall, so he had to wait at the top by himself while I went down the stairs to meet him at the bottom. I expected him to not want to wait alone and refuse to go down it, but he was fine. As soon as he got to the bottom he ran back up the stairs all by himself to do it again. It was neat, but also a little sad watching him be so independent. Here are some pics of his fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229010633639997010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SJEtd4DaLlI/AAAAAAAAAqU/qauSPoQfP5g/s320/IMGP1323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The new "Sandcastle Beach" exhibit. We played in the sand for a little while, but it was WAY too hot outside to be out very long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229010637196663250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SJEteFTYmdI/AAAAAAAAAqc/f05U7DFMPJk/s320/IMGP1324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;John working the crane, with his hard hat on backwards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229010645675202466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SJEtek4016I/AAAAAAAAAqk/gk1oK-8vmcU/s320/IMGP1325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Digging in the indoor sandbox.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229010652801877986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SJEte_b9R-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/VqPzcPQDsMw/s320/IMGP1328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229010667578394626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SJEtf2e9CAI/AAAAAAAAAq0/hppPnC6rE9Q/s320/IMGP1329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Working with another little boy to make all the bells ring with a tennis ball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229011597139515986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SJEuV9XmGlI/AAAAAAAAAq8/eoR5CXJ27ak/s320/IMGP1330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the amazing floating balls -  He loved this exhibit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229011605376863170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SJEuWcDiC8I/AAAAAAAAArE/1lA7wgxHnE8/s320/IMGP1331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;coming down the big slide&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229011618836132498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SJEuXOMeMpI/AAAAAAAAArM/23TYSh8aWbw/s320/IMGP1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;waiting patiently to check out in the play grocery store&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-6182436122375149806?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6182436122375149806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6182436122375149806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6182436122375149806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6182436122375149806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-believe-in-magic.html' title='Do you believe in magic?'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SJEtd4DaLlI/AAAAAAAAAqU/qauSPoQfP5g/s72-c/IMGP1323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-244787035190692806</id><published>2008-07-23T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:56:23.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 month check up</title><content type='html'>Natalie &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; had their 15 month check up today and all is well.  They are right on track developmentally.  Here are their new stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie&lt;br /&gt;length: 30.25 inches (38%)&lt;br /&gt;weight:  21lb 8 oz (25%0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;length: 31.5 inches (77%)&lt;br /&gt;weight:  24lb 12 oz (75%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both had to get 3 shots, which was traumatic.  But they both got a cookie afterwards, so that quickly stopped the tears.  We go back when they are 18 months old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-244787035190692806?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/244787035190692806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=244787035190692806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/244787035190692806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/244787035190692806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/07/15-month-check-up.html' title='15 month check up'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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-3981737277405929025.post-3771171300475432516</id><published>2008-07-17T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:29:06.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life (a Beatles reference...get it, get it?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SH-bQXLN_KI/AAAAAAAAAqE/3mDz09zoT4c/s1600-h/IMGP1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224064798174346402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SH-bQXLN_KI/AAAAAAAAAqE/3mDz09zoT4c/s320/IMGP1321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They got themselves in, but had a hard time trying to get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SH-bQwtelwI/AAAAAAAAAqM/CJNkw2fMHks/s1600-h/IMGP1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224064805028927234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SH-bQwtelwI/AAAAAAAAAqM/CJNkw2fMHks/s320/IMGP1322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we officially have 3 walkers and 3 talkers in our house now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; decided she was tired of Natalie getting all the fun toys first and took off walking...and climbing. They can both get themselves up on the couch now, which is a little scary. I also had my first experience of trying to keep three kids who want to go in three different directions in one place.  A little hard to do by myself. :)  Natalie is gaining on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; in words.  She says "hi" "bye bye" "baby" and "uh-oh".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; has added "no" and "stop" to her budding vocabulary.  I have no idea where she might have heard these words.  John is becoming a little Beatles fan.  In my quest to find kid appropriate songs that won't drive me insane we put on a Beatles CD.  He is addicted.  He walks around the house singing, "Sgt. Peppers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Loney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Harce&lt;/span&gt; Tub Ban" and yelling, "Get back Jo Jo!"  While the lyrics themselves are free of profanity there are a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;references&lt;/span&gt; I hope he doesn't ask about..."Mommy, do I get high with a little help from my friends?"  Hopefully as a 3 year old he will have a LONG time before I have to explain things like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; are starting to really interact with each other, and have started comforting each other.  If Natalie is crying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; will come over and stroke her hair.  If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; is upset, Natalie will go find her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;blankie&lt;/span&gt; and bring it to Becca.  It is adorable to watch them care for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John has been going to preschool summer camp for a few weeks this summer and he loves it.  Each week has a different theme.  This week it is Seasons/Weather.  There are art projects every day...I'm running out of room to display his masterpieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-3771171300475432516?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/3771171300475432516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=3771171300475432516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3771171300475432516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3771171300475432516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-in-life-beatles-referenceget-it-get.html' title='A Day in the Life (a Beatles reference...get it, get it?)'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SH-bQXLN_KI/AAAAAAAAAqE/3mDz09zoT4c/s72-c/IMGP1321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-1316776709350845813</id><published>2008-07-04T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:15:21.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pics from our 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. We usually have a big party, but since the holiday fell on a Friday and a lot of people were out of town we just hung out at home. John wasn't scared of the fireworks this year, and I don't think the girls even knew anything was going on. John loved the snakes (my favorite), tanks, parachute men, and when Daddy shot off Roman candles. I am pretty much terrified of home fireworks, so I was a nervous wreck. Fireworks are legal out here, so I can expect to hear them all night for the rest of the weekend. Oh goody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219392638095428898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SG8B82j3jSI/AAAAAAAAApM/8-nhstzwsm8/s320/IMGP1276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Natalie &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; showing off their cute 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July dresses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219392646906875890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SG8B9XYrj_I/AAAAAAAAApU/dCi13H72KjM/s320/IMGP1280.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; the kids&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219392655817780242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SG8B94lNLBI/AAAAAAAAApc/18FFVpZVqVw/s320/IMGP1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; the kids&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219392660948424258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SG8B-LsclkI/AAAAAAAAApk/8Pu645bfpEg/s320/IMGP1271.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Natalie carrying around the hammer &amp;amp; block she was attached to all day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219393439870375042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SG8CrhZ6VII/AAAAAAAAAp0/BJ7OeltlBxU/s320/IMGP1286.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;John and his tank&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219392662974446722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SG8B-TPfPII/AAAAAAAAAps/p4_2IttnHg8/s320/IMGP1273.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219393448831339762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SG8CsCyXzPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/rgCoy1Kj3cc/s320/IMGP1293.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;John getting ready to throw his snap &amp;amp; pops (He looks so grown up here!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-1316776709350845813?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/1316776709350845813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=1316776709350845813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1316776709350845813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1316776709350845813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SG8B82j3jSI/AAAAAAAAApM/8-nhstzwsm8/s72-c/IMGP1276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-264396597567778990</id><published>2008-07-03T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:38:05.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had to brag on my babies</title><content type='html'>I just have to brag  on my kids real quick.  Today we went out to lunch at First Watch and it was CROWDED!  I hesitated waiting for a table &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; the kids were pretty hungry, but I figured by the time I drove somewhere else we would have been seated already.  While we were waiting a lady sitting next to us told me the kids and I were like &lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/jon-and-kate/jon-and-kate.html"&gt;Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8&lt;/a&gt;...minus 5! :)  I WISH I were as organized as that woman!  Once we got seated the kids were being pretty good.  John was talking a little louder than I thought was necessary, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; had a loud moment or two when she realized she was out of milk, but not too bad.  I was amazed at how many people went out of their way to come over and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;compliment&lt;/span&gt; the kids.  It was seriously one after another.  I think 8 or 9 people came over to say how nice it is to have well behaved children in a restaurant.  I was floored!  It made me feel so good.  One lady even told me she wants me running a Fortune 500 company &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of how well I was multi-tasking.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so maybe that's a brag on me, but it made me smile. :)  So, that's it.  I just wanted to brag.  It just really made my day.  So, if you are out and see a frazzled parent with well behaved kids, please, tell them how good they are being.  It can really change a whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-264396597567778990?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/264396597567778990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=264396597567778990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/264396597567778990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/264396597567778990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/07/had-to-brag-on-my-babies.html' title='Had to brag on my babies'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-4593641414613902085</id><published>2008-06-28T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:18:12.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>playing around</title><content type='html'>After naps, we played around a little on the swingset.  I tried taking more pics, but my battery died.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGbThLJj4lI/AAAAAAAAAog/ceCTHyp50Xo/s1600-h/IMGP1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217089785237332562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGbThLJj4lI/AAAAAAAAAog/ceCTHyp50Xo/s320/IMGP1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGbTh82pnYI/AAAAAAAAAoo/FXInn-8i4Zc/s1600-h/IMGP1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217089798579789186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGbTh82pnYI/AAAAAAAAAoo/FXInn-8i4Zc/s320/IMGP1265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGbTiEGWJeI/AAAAAAAAAow/me28iDqVzbI/s1600-h/IMGP1266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217089800524670434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGbTiEGWJeI/AAAAAAAAAow/me28iDqVzbI/s320/IMGP1266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGbTiv4IqxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/D37H2MmCtiQ/s1600-h/IMGP1267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217089812276226834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGbTiv4IqxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/D37H2MmCtiQ/s320/IMGP1267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGbTjGo7CBI/AAAAAAAAApA/QXwUMj1B2Do/s1600-h/IMGP1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217089818386434066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGbTjGo7CBI/AAAAAAAAApA/QXwUMj1B2Do/s320/IMGP1269.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/3981737277405929025-4593641414613902085?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/4593641414613902085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=4593641414613902085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4593641414613902085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/4593641414613902085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/06/playing-around.html' title='playing around'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGbThLJj4lI/AAAAAAAAAog/ceCTHyp50Xo/s72-c/IMGP1264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-594782646952315151</id><published>2008-06-28T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:03:54.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water day</title><content type='html'>Today the kids and I headed to the pool with a friend and her kids for a day in the sun...except the sun wasn't really out.  John has become much more comfortable in the water since last year.  He was running around playing and didn't really need me for anything, except money for lunch.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; was a big girl climbing in and out of the pool herself.  She would crawl around the beach entry area, and not realize it was getting deeper until she was going under.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; had to keep my eyes on her.  Natalie wanted nothing to do with the water.  She was content to walk around the pool area, waving at sunbathers and playing with her toys.  After about 2 hours she finally let me put her feet in the water, but that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGaeCypwF6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/ponIg5uzYmc/s1600-h/IMGP1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217030989149116322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGaeCypwF6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/ponIg5uzYmc/s320/IMGP1257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGaeDcet8QI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ear5wjuLkz0/s1600-h/IMGP1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217031000377127170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGaeDcet8QI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ear5wjuLkz0/s320/IMGP1258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGaeDhvJKcI/AAAAAAAAAoI/yZf0IGfF2nY/s1600-h/IMGP1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217031001788197314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGaeDhvJKcI/AAAAAAAAAoI/yZf0IGfF2nY/s320/IMGP1259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGaeEMz5d0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/AkmYTH2wRKw/s1600-h/IMGP1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217031013350864706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGaeEMz5d0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/AkmYTH2wRKw/s320/IMGP1260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGaeE8M_vGI/AAAAAAAAAoY/p9wUqIKhP2I/s1600-h/IMGP1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217031026072599650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGaeE8M_vGI/AAAAAAAAAoY/p9wUqIKhP2I/s320/IMGP1261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember when pools were just a big rectangle filled with water, and if you were really lucky they had a diving board?  I'm still amazed at all the "stuff" community pools have now. &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/3981737277405929025-594782646952315151?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/594782646952315151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=594782646952315151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/594782646952315151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/594782646952315151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/06/water-day.html' title='Water day'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGaeCypwF6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/ponIg5uzYmc/s72-c/IMGP1257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-1618156670897555418</id><published>2008-06-26T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:16:11.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I kissed a fish Mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last weekend Mike and I headed out of town for our first trip to the Lake with all 3 kids. I wasn't sure what to expect. Thoughts of large bodies of water, 3 kids who can't swim, and a completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unchildproofed&lt;/span&gt; house were making me a little nervous. After a long car ride, with two babies who couldn't share, we arrived just in time for dinner. After dinner the kids played inside a little while we unpacked before bed. The girls went to bed just fine in their pack-in-plays, but John was scared to sleep in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unfamiliar&lt;/span&gt; bedroom. He kept telling me he wanted to go home to his "monkey bed." (His bed at home has monkeys on the comforter) He ended up sleeping on the couch with cartoons on the TV. I don't think he actually got to sleep until about 2 hours past his normal bedtime, but at least he was quiet so we didn't have all three kids up that late. The next morning he woke us up bright and early, ready for fishing. Mike took him on a little boat ride to go fishing and he had a great time. He is so obsessed with boats, this was the perfect activity for him. He caught a few blue gill and after much prompting touched one...and kissed one which kind of grossed me out. After they got back and everyone was fed, suited up, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sunscreend&lt;/span&gt; we headed down to the dock. My Dad had bought the neatest raft. It has seats all along the sides, and the middle area was mesh. It was like 2 couches facing each other with a place for the kids to sit and play in the middle. John and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; loved it, but Natalie wasn't very impressed. She didn't even want her feet touching the water. I was a little worried about John not wanting to wear his life jacket (or water jacket as he called it), but he had no problem with it and even tried to get me to let him sleep in it. After lunch we blew up a little inflatable pool that squirts water for the kids to sit in on the dock. Again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and John loved it, but Natalie, not so much. I was surprised because she has no problems with taking baths or playing in the pool. Maybe the water temperature wasn't to her liking. We spent pretty much the whole day outside and made it through without a single sunburn and only one splinter from the dock. That night John slept on the couch again, and was still awake at 10:00 when I was going to bed, so I put him in bed with me. That boy is so hard to sleep with. He kicks and tosses and turns all night long. Then he woke me up, ready for fishing, at 5:30 am. Sunday morning he spent a little more time fishing with Poppy and Daddy while the girls and I packed up and cleaned. We were back on the road after lunch, and luckily the kids slept on the way home. All in all, it was fun. Not the least bit relaxing, but fun. I'm glad we did it though. I get nervous sometimes about trying to do things with all three kids, but once we jump in and do it, it usually turns out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;all right&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216360327706006642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGQ8FKFbVHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fr1HZ8aLYJI/s320/IMGP1245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I NEED all 4 blankets in my lap!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216360337335222738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGQ8Ft9NgdI/AAAAAAAAAnA/H9O_47-8k0M/s320/IMGP1246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I guess as long as I have my lovey, I'll be all right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216360314415832866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGQ8EYkzXyI/AAAAAAAAAmo/OSLWUcpeu6U/s320/IMGP0498.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Look!  A fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216360324468123106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGQ8E-BdJeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yGUCir8pFhE/s320/IMGP0510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The neatest raft ever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216361713376991490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGQ9V0HImQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/KXCQYEQ5R4E/s320/IMGP1256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, let's see if I can get this thing back on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216360347462823074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGQ8GTr0bKI/AAAAAAAAAnI/HyIlF7mvcAc/s320/IMGP1248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think I'll just stay up here on the dock and check out the floaties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216361704832404114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGQ9VUR8ipI/AAAAAAAAAno/LrNci5SGdXg/s320/IMGP1255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doesn't anyone want to come play with me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216361683484118242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGQ9UEwHjOI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/7v0ESWRl2Cc/s320/IMGP1250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, this brown water does look pretty nasty, but Daddy dumped it out and got us some fresh water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216361695892792130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGQ9Uy-k40I/AAAAAAAAAnY/U05ZlVwDbrM/s320/IMGP1253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Uh!  This thing is hitting me right in the face!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216361700591404722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGQ9VEe0BrI/AAAAAAAAAng/zX7eBzmkFFw/s320/IMGP1254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and it doesn't taste very good either!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-1618156670897555418?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/1618156670897555418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=1618156670897555418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1618156670897555418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/1618156670897555418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-kissed-fish-mommy.html' title='I kissed a fish Mommy!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SGQ8FKFbVHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fr1HZ8aLYJI/s72-c/IMGP1245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-9191536175954033879</id><published>2008-06-16T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:15:09.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Day 2008</title><content type='html'>Mike had a nice relaxing Father's Day this year.  He was on call, but luckily didn't get paged so he got to spend almost the whole day at home with the kids.  He has been working so late, this was the first real chunk of time he's gotten to spend with them in about 2 weeks.  John painted him a picture frame and the girls put their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handprints&lt;/span&gt; on a pencil holder, both of which he now has in his new office.  He also got a new shirt and 2 new pairs of swim trunks (in the hopes that we will get to the Lake a few times this summer) Chelsey sent me a few pics of the girls she took on Father's Day.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SFbIEiaggrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/VrDQJ9CVh-A/s1600-h/Natalie_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212573599010947762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SFbIEiaggrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/VrDQJ9CVh-A/s320/Natalie_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie on the climber...and John in time out in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SFbIFVR6FSI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xrg-G0_OZKA/s1600-h/Natalie_Slide.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212573612665083170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SFbIFVR6FSI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xrg-G0_OZKA/s320/Natalie_Slide.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie loves to slide&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SFbIF32C6EI/AAAAAAAAAmY/bnb9Kaq9G-Y/s1600-h/Rebecca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212573621943461954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SFbIF32C6EI/AAAAAAAAAmY/bnb9Kaq9G-Y/s320/Rebecca.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and her tongue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SFbIGuzeD4I/AAAAAAAAAmg/VoZ3utZftOc/s1600-h/Rebecca_Peek_a_Boo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212573636696608642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SFbIGuzeD4I/AAAAAAAAAmg/VoZ3utZftOc/s320/Rebecca_Peek_a_Boo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; playing peek a boo&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/3981737277405929025-9191536175954033879?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/9191536175954033879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=9191536175954033879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/9191536175954033879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/9191536175954033879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-2008.html' title='Fathers Day 2008'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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://bp2.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SFbIEiaggrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/VrDQJ9CVh-A/s72-c/Natalie_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-3309578378224870376</id><published>2008-06-13T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:31:57.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 new videos</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple videos I took the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c107515797122332" 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://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc107515797122332%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331446392%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F58B415921DC87735476F0F2D47D3EFB2B5AEEE.67A6C8682318EC15F98CA47DF4A741FBF21139DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc107515797122332%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du8QcNzvGP9J0mr9qRSYAT__gpYc&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://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc107515797122332%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331446392%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F58B415921DC87735476F0F2D47D3EFB2B5AEEE.67A6C8682318EC15F98CA47DF4A741FBF21139DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc107515797122332%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du8QcNzvGP9J0mr9qRSYAT__gpYc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John had been singing all afternoon, so I offered to tape him.  He chose to sing Happy Birthday to the camera. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1ccc822911fdf34" 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://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01ccc822911fdf34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331446392%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82874282A335CF54147DC9285E047A87B1333702.1F935AD4D3BE01E4CDF148CC131D8BB7E79DE535%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ccc822911fdf34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DprNlPNvH0Eqo0WWHAk5sknNSEEE&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://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01ccc822911fdf34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331446392%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82874282A335CF54147DC9285E047A87B1333702.1F935AD4D3BE01E4CDF148CC131D8BB7E79DE535%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ccc822911fdf34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DprNlPNvH0Eqo0WWHAk5sknNSEEE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the girls getting up from their afternoon nap.  Unfortunately I didn't catch them playing peek a boo this time, but they were adorable regardless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-3309578378224870376?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1ccc822911fdf34&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c107515797122332&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/3309578378224870376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=3309578378224870376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3309578378224870376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/3309578378224870376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-new-videos.html' title='2 new videos'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981737277405929025.post-6215538206689680293</id><published>2008-06-05T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:45:28.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New pics</title><content type='html'>I finally took a few pictures today. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208561826831017810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SEiHYqbsJ1I/AAAAAAAAAlg/kabbJnpDxxY/s320/IMGP1197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rebecca's "Popeye" smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208561849148882082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SEiHZ9krvKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/aQKQW6G7i48/s320/IMGP1204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"This book is hysterical!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208561858018096146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SEiHaenRNBI/AAAAAAAAAlw/-ZeonLwczbI/s320/IMGP1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Natalie wants to take your picture and drool on you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208561866435756034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SEiHa9-MgAI/AAAAAAAAAl4/iaFfgg6PSsU/s320/IMGP1207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love that Natalie looks like she is saying, "What were you &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208561872379322258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SEiHbUHQH5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/kg4EdIozS4E/s320/IMGP1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All My Children&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3981737277405929025-6215538206689680293?l=weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/feeds/6215538206689680293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3981737277405929025&amp;postID=6215538206689680293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6215538206689680293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3981737277405929025/posts/default/6215538206689680293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareoutnumbered.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-pics.html' title='New pics'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16532749490783792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOsGPVSs97I/SEiHYqbsJ1I/AAAAAAAAAlg/kabbJnpDxxY/s72-c/IMGP1197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
