<?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-5880530945852000923</id><updated>2012-01-19T18:46:06.968-06:00</updated><category term='Katsu'/><category term='Flashback Friday'/><title type='text'>Schloemer Sixpack</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856794934610019449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_d7ENWJB3ZHg/R-UpmIdIUaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/hgVoHxldzsU/S220/Penguin+Hat+(3).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>372</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-6848000186913442198</id><published>2011-09-03T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T21:27:56.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank Park Zoo</title><content type='html'>We did a lot this Summer but we still had a lot more that we wanted to do.&amp;nbsp; A zoo trip was on that list.&amp;nbsp; School started a few weeks ago but Fall hasn't officially begun so I don't think we're too off track.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad we went now because there was a fancy dinosaur exhibit that has only three days left.&amp;nbsp; We loved our day at the zoo (even though it rained a lot) and have the pictures to prove it, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q9htcBNluo/TmLXNVWSxjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/VvFdS-JlSzU/s1600/IMG_0487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q9htcBNluo/TmLXNVWSxjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/VvFdS-JlSzU/s320/IMG_0487.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - Spencer loves all things to do with America.&amp;nbsp; It's interesting to watch him get excited.&amp;nbsp; We saw this Bald Eagle and he was so fascinated with it.&amp;nbsp; It's kind of in the dark back in the cage but he was quite a happy camper to see one "in real life!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UIKlwuMr1jk/TmLXZQjX-9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/RJcYlXR94hs/s1600/IMG_0489.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UIKlwuMr1jk/TmLXZQjX-9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/RJcYlXR94hs/s320/IMG_0489.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - The zoo had a fancy robotic dinosaur exhibit this time and the kids loved it.&amp;nbsp; Amelia really liked this one.&amp;nbsp; Every time it turned toward her she would smile and say, "He's looking at me!"&amp;nbsp; She had an especially good connection with this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-Sk2yIvZQU/TmLXjJ4GvVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fn4eiD_4a8Y/s1600/IMG_0490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-Sk2yIvZQU/TmLXjJ4GvVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fn4eiD_4a8Y/s320/IMG_0490.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - We told Miya we were going to see dinosaurs and she was quite excited until we walked around the corner to the exhibit.&amp;nbsp; She freaked out and grabbed my hand and said, "They don't have cages!"&amp;nbsp; I smiled and explained that these were just big toys not real dinosaurs and while they could move their heads they couldn't come get her.&amp;nbsp; She was not convinced until she saw the babies hatching, it was love at first sight and they won her over to the robotic dinosaur movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nMkDtTw14rw/TmLXvJhqfjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/haaPWo1jV7w/s1600/IMG_0495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nMkDtTw14rw/TmLXvJhqfjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/haaPWo1jV7w/s320/IMG_0495.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - I love how Spencer is slightly freaked out in this one.&amp;nbsp; He seemed okay until it turned toward him and opened it's mouth, then it was leaning back so far onto Aaron that he almost fell over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3O0kyAOyzc/TmLX8bvfVQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5Hg0ADybv-o/s1600/IMG_0497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3O0kyAOyzc/TmLX8bvfVQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5Hg0ADybv-o/s320/IMG_0497.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - Alex LOVED the dinosaurs.&amp;nbsp; He really wanted to make friends with all of them and was his usually smiley self as he tried to touch each one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VRykJVW96Y/TmLYIJ1PuAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/bK9t0Ob6Q3k/s1600/IMG_0500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VRykJVW96Y/TmLYIJ1PuAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/bK9t0Ob6Q3k/s320/IMG_0500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - Spencer was roaring in his cutout dinosaur.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad I got a clear shot because I was busy laughing at his cuteness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KrUXXssaMx8/TmLYVfvn4BI/AAAAAAAAAbU/imo3qHQDtN4/s1600/IMG_0501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KrUXXssaMx8/TmLYVfvn4BI/AAAAAAAAAbU/imo3qHQDtN4/s320/IMG_0501.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - Miya wanted to be the triceratops.&amp;nbsp; I think she pulled it off nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTOpWRa6lWQ/TmLYh92pV-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/_n22dr8gkPo/s1600/IMG_0503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTOpWRa6lWQ/TmLYh92pV-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/_n22dr8gkPo/s320/IMG_0503.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - Amelia was all smiles as she posed in her dinosaur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1g4X508l4Ic/TmLYuuw61kI/AAAAAAAAAbc/rzwPKvNPBUM/s1600/IMG_0504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1g4X508l4Ic/TmLYuuw61kI/AAAAAAAAAbc/rzwPKvNPBUM/s320/IMG_0504.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - I think this is the happiest T-Rex you'll ever meet and a cutie to boot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0xWVWjzUMdg/TmLY7LaMjCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7uZpP75Chp8/s1600/IMG_0508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0xWVWjzUMdg/TmLY7LaMjCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7uZpP75Chp8/s320/IMG_0508.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - The three lions they had were all plopped on a ledge right next to the window.&amp;nbsp; They were watching the rain and we were watching them.&amp;nbsp; Apparently lions don't like the rain or maybe this one didn't want to mess up his hair.&amp;nbsp; Either way Alex loved getting up close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0E-sZjEGeI/TmLZG00uIhI/AAAAAAAAAbk/AIL4x0c9nsM/s1600/IMG_0510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0E-sZjEGeI/TmLZG00uIhI/AAAAAAAAAbk/AIL4x0c9nsM/s320/IMG_0510.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - You can tell how wet we got in this picture.&amp;nbsp; Poor Aaron was quite soaked with no coat (he really doesn't like to use them).&amp;nbsp; However, it was worth the wet to see the lions so up close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uPfQWJwYRw/TmLZPqTa-wI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rWnnGWI6t-8/s1600/IMG_0516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uPfQWJwYRw/TmLZPqTa-wI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rWnnGWI6t-8/s320/IMG_0516.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - This tiger did not have the same aversion to rain that the lions did because it was walking all over the place.&amp;nbsp; Alex was following it with his eyes and his chubby pointing finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rtyR9xXjgPM/TmLZZ36gBcI/AAAAAAAAAbs/zNWvRba8P7w/s1600/IMG_0518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rtyR9xXjgPM/TmLZZ36gBcI/AAAAAAAAAbs/zNWvRba8P7w/s320/IMG_0518.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - Amelia probably liked these goats the best of the whole zoo trip.&amp;nbsp; They had some babies among them and she adores baby anything.&amp;nbsp; If there is a small version and a large version of something, anything, it's a baby and a mommy or a baby and a daddy if it's more manly.&amp;nbsp; She sat and looked at these for a while and kept saying, "I like the baby ones.&amp;nbsp; They're so cute!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0WI35QmPSzM/TmLZlzr_B3I/AAAAAAAAAbw/g5V9L2d17Zo/s1600/IMG_0519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0WI35QmPSzM/TmLZlzr_B3I/AAAAAAAAAbw/g5V9L2d17Zo/s320/IMG_0519.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - I think Alex and this llama had quite the connection.&amp;nbsp; It was pacing looking for a handout and Alex was waiting for a touch.&amp;nbsp; Neither of them got what they wanted in the end but I think they were both better off.&amp;nbsp; We got some good smiles and a few giggles out of the llama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIkZ_lTiJgE/TmLZuz1P6bI/AAAAAAAAAb0/SeARX58iG4s/s1600/IMG_0522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIkZ_lTiJgE/TmLZuz1P6bI/AAAAAAAAAb0/SeARX58iG4s/s320/IMG_0522.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - I'm always amazed at how this fish can pack in there and wait for the food to be dropped into their seriously large mouths.&amp;nbsp; Amelia noticed the mouths too and was also amazed at how wide the could open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fLtptpoVEr0/TmLZ5qFci7I/AAAAAAAAAb4/6NWwU8CR2_g/s1600/IMG_0526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fLtptpoVEr0/TmLZ5qFci7I/AAAAAAAAAb4/6NWwU8CR2_g/s320/IMG_0526.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - Alex really wanted to go swimming with the fish.&amp;nbsp; It probably seemed like the perfect combination to him.&amp;nbsp; Water + New Animal = Fun!&amp;nbsp; Aaron had to grip him pretty tight as he wiggled and smiled down at he new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-De5AOepqupY/TmLaEx2JzhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hJebVV2VIFM/s1600/IMG_0528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-De5AOepqupY/TmLaEx2JzhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hJebVV2VIFM/s320/IMG_0528.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - See what I mean about the tightly packed fish?&amp;nbsp; It's craziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bvaoGYOYmak/TmLaRHkLVgI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JygHfqIQbHI/s1600/IMG_0532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bvaoGYOYmak/TmLaRHkLVgI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JygHfqIQbHI/s320/IMG_0532.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - Amelia really wanted to sit on the giant frog but it was soaking wet and at this point in the zoo trip her bottom was the only dry part of her.&amp;nbsp; We compromised and I let her stand.&amp;nbsp; It seemed to be good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oRv9952hrio/TmLab77Vt4I/AAAAAAAAAcE/X5eZk2qniIs/s1600/IMG_0535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oRv9952hrio/TmLab77Vt4I/AAAAAAAAAcE/X5eZk2qniIs/s320/IMG_0535.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - Spencer, Miya, and Alex loved the otters.&amp;nbsp; Amelia loved the otters in theory.&amp;nbsp; It's much like how she loves cats in theory but when either of them come too close she'll cover her ears and scream in terror.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She did this today.&amp;nbsp; When the otter swam off she said (in a super happy voice), "I like it the otter!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HR2UkLNVbMw/TmLaq8e4JQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/t3ygrpQbqv0/s1600/IMG_0537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HR2UkLNVbMw/TmLaq8e4JQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/t3ygrpQbqv0/s320/IMG_0537.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - Pink Flamingos have always been Miya's favorite zoo animal.&amp;nbsp; She also likes the ones available for lawn decoration and has failed in her many attempts to try to convince me that we need one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pydnxYHXa3k/TmLa1Yf6QYI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xhnB3jKSWMI/s1600/IMG_0539.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pydnxYHXa3k/TmLa1Yf6QYI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xhnB3jKSWMI/s320/IMG_0539.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - I really liked this cute bird.&amp;nbsp; It had fun colors and was so tiny.&amp;nbsp; Bird legs are also one of my favorite things.&amp;nbsp; They have such big round bodies and teeny tiny legs it just makes me smile every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Yo1VYDD934/TmLbDZP3gcI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TzE7aIQ_wuI/s1600/IMG_0543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Yo1VYDD934/TmLbDZP3gcI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TzE7aIQ_wuI/s320/IMG_0543.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - Blue is my favorite color, although if you ask Aaron it's green (you can choose who to trust on this one) so when I saw this frogs I was in love.&amp;nbsp; Look how fancy blue!&amp;nbsp; They could probably kill me or something but they'd sure look good doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEx7HsgNAbI/TmLbMNuLYwI/AAAAAAAAAcU/fYGDKmvJoFA/s1600/IMG_0544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEx7HsgNAbI/TmLbMNuLYwI/AAAAAAAAAcU/fYGDKmvJoFA/s320/IMG_0544.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - Alex found another fascinating new animal to touch.&amp;nbsp; He tried to pick it up and take it with him too but he couldn't get a good grip on it before Aaron pulled him away, poor baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FXwc-FCoF7o/TmLbU_LFhVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/DFnVhVD6Nn4/s1600/IMG_0545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FXwc-FCoF7o/TmLbU_LFhVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/DFnVhVD6Nn4/s320/IMG_0545.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - Alex had another bonding moment with the caimen.&amp;nbsp; It was floating, sort of, with it's head poked out the top and Alex was giving it some love though the glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19Iohi2wCZU/TmLbhp8SJeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Z5IJCHm6dcw/s1600/IMG_0547.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19Iohi2wCZU/TmLbhp8SJeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Z5IJCHm6dcw/s320/IMG_0547.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9/3 - These birds were so beautiful!&amp;nbsp; They are actually what prompted the zoo trip in the first place and they were the last animal we saw.&amp;nbsp; We were reading our animal book at home then we got to the zoo animal part.&amp;nbsp; Then all the kids in turn tried to convince me that we needed to pack up right then to go see this beautiful bird in person.&amp;nbsp; It works, just a few days late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex can say a few words but doesn't really talk a lot yet.&amp;nbsp; He likes to communicate in grunts and squeaks.&amp;nbsp; It was amazing how much these birds sounded just like Alex when they squawked back and forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-6848000186913442198?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6848000186913442198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=6848000186913442198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6848000186913442198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6848000186913442198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/09/blank-park-zoo.html' title='Blank Park Zoo'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q9htcBNluo/TmLXNVWSxjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/VvFdS-JlSzU/s72-c/IMG_0487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-5753433466597688187</id><published>2011-08-28T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:04:18.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miya is FIVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3ag5XEUaXE/TlpNhOftahI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/935PK_-bp30/s1600/IMG_0424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3ag5XEUaXE/TlpNhOftahI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/935PK_-bp30/s320/IMG_0424.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/23 - Miya and I went on a little date two days before her birthday.   First we went to Target and got her pictures taken there.  She was  adorable and so sassy I loved it!  I usually only get three poses of  each kid and it was so hard to pick just three.  After the pictures we  went out to dinner together.  She said she wanted spaghetti and I  instantly thought of Fazoli's.   I love their bread sticks and so does  Miya.  She had a spaghetti kids meal and discovered that it's fun to dip  her bread in the sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTsM5k0MPvg/TlpNq_KJRYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dfVQ28T51aY/s1600/IMG_0425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTsM5k0MPvg/TlpNq_KJRYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dfVQ28T51aY/s320/IMG_0425.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/23 - I got a picture of Miya and me on our date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa_64QBC6RI/TlpN2F_hjHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LGnuI3gjkEw/s1600/IMG_0427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa_64QBC6RI/TlpN2F_hjHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LGnuI3gjkEw/s320/IMG_0427.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/24 - The night before Miya's birthday everyone pitched in to help  decorate.  It was a lot of fun to have Miya's input about the  decorations.  They all helped me stretch out the balloons so they were  easier to blow up.  We did five because she turned five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlMvKZJWnBA/TlpOAxIbuGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/XF4MRIg9y3A/s1600/IMG_0428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlMvKZJWnBA/TlpOAxIbuGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/XF4MRIg9y3A/s320/IMG_0428.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/24 - Miya was the most excited about the streamers.  She wanted red  and blue twisted together.  With Alex's white balloon it all looked  quite patriotic for a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_6-42lNznw/TlpOL9xLO0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/QamFhBqxpjc/s1600/IMG_0443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_6-42lNznw/TlpOL9xLO0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/QamFhBqxpjc/s320/IMG_0443.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/25 - Miya had school on her birthday.  I missed her and Aaron went to  the school and had lunch with her and they played together at recess.   After Miya got home from school we made a chocolate cake together.  She  loves her cute apron that has her name on it.  For the first time I let  her help me break open the eggs and she did a fabulous job.  She got all  of the egg and none of the shell into the bowl and we were both so  proud of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqb8YrjE3O4/TlpOVyHwrXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZxffzLJh3I4/s1600/IMG_0447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqb8YrjE3O4/TlpOVyHwrXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZxffzLJh3I4/s320/IMG_0447.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/25 - Miya also helped pour the cake mix into the bowl.  It took a lot  of concentration to get it in there without getting everywhere else but  she did well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqrjDSpg_LQ/TlpOgjueomI/AAAAAAAAAaU/1xd7qoAjC_Y/s1600/IMG_0448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqrjDSpg_LQ/TlpOgjueomI/AAAAAAAAAaU/1xd7qoAjC_Y/s320/IMG_0448.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/25 - Later Miya was giving me a play by play as she stirred up the  batter.  "Look mom, it's getting darker!  Look the eggs are mixing in!   Now it looks kind of wet all over."  It was pretty cute to listen too  and to watch her as we baked together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJ7N5sZTsdY/TlpOsD14HtI/AAAAAAAAAaY/iPXpjxcO-Rs/s1600/IMG_0452.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJ7N5sZTsdY/TlpOsD14HtI/AAAAAAAAAaY/iPXpjxcO-Rs/s320/IMG_0452.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We opened presents while we waited for the cake to bake.  She got a card  from Aunt Suzi, another one from Grandma and Grandpa, and a third from  Spencer.  She also got three more present from Mom and Dad in addition  to the bike that she opened early with the helmet and matching water  bottle from Nana and Papa.  It was quite the haul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uybq0o1ni64/TlpO1y44w5I/AAAAAAAAAac/roMYUIVjo8c/s1600/IMG_0454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uybq0o1ni64/TlpO1y44w5I/AAAAAAAAAac/roMYUIVjo8c/s320/IMG_0454.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/25 - She loved the card from Spencer and I love the 25 candles because  her birthday is on the 25th.  The cake looked really fancy too and  Spencer colored it in Miya's favorite colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz8I5es770U/TlpPBb8jAbI/AAAAAAAAAag/2R6Adnc-zQo/s1600/IMG_0457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz8I5es770U/TlpPBb8jAbI/AAAAAAAAAag/2R6Adnc-zQo/s320/IMG_0457.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/25 - Littlest Pet Shop has become Miya's new love and this present has  some of the coolest ones I've seen.  It has a dog that can walk by  itself and push a wagon.  They were a big hit with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGbZG6kyblQ/TlpPMlFDtoI/AAAAAAAAAak/Bsq1E6yaKhs/s1600/IMG_0459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGbZG6kyblQ/TlpPMlFDtoI/AAAAAAAAAak/Bsq1E6yaKhs/s320/IMG_0459.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/25 - She got another set of pet shops too.  These have sparkles all over and they are just so girly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qx_KUwx1Kws/TlpPXzlUjAI/AAAAAAAAAao/emnWb09bftM/s1600/IMG_0461.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qx_KUwx1Kws/TlpPXzlUjAI/AAAAAAAAAao/emnWb09bftM/s320/IMG_0461.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/25 - I secretly made her these animals and she loves them.  It was  quite hard not to let her see what I was working on and involved some  working at night but totally worth the ooh face when she opened it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rbyY7msceU/TlpPkgxW88I/AAAAAAAAAas/9284ZVp_TJc/s1600/IMG_0466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rbyY7msceU/TlpPkgxW88I/AAAAAAAAAas/9284ZVp_TJc/s320/IMG_0466.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/25 - Here is the fancy pet shop dog walking back to his house.  Everyone was cheering it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGpusWbZKgw/TlpPu7m0lvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/BmBb4y0FWPo/s1600/IMG_0468.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGpusWbZKgw/TlpPu7m0lvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/BmBb4y0FWPo/s320/IMG_0468.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/25 - She has quite the collection and I can think of two that weren't there but there may be more.  I love the big grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbLl6_azQzA/TlpP-Jxnp8I/AAAAAAAAAa0/NlYWMr1ID-U/s1600/IMG_0471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbLl6_azQzA/TlpP-Jxnp8I/AAAAAAAAAa0/NlYWMr1ID-U/s320/IMG_0471.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/25 - Notice the tongue as she is frosting?  She did a great job and only needed a little help spreading it around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uO6WZRyq5Fw/TlpQIWJQboI/AAAAAAAAAa4/BW0nnQBKOng/s1600/IMG_0472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uO6WZRyq5Fw/TlpQIWJQboI/AAAAAAAAAa4/BW0nnQBKOng/s320/IMG_0472.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/25 - Miya is learning how to write her numbers and she has a little  poem that we said together as we both did the sprinkles to make her #5.   It was a chocolate cake with Butter Cream frosting.  It looked and  tasted good and she had a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-5753433466597688187?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5753433466597688187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=5753433466597688187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/5753433466597688187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/5753433466597688187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/miya-is-five.html' title='Miya is FIVE!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3ag5XEUaXE/TlpNhOftahI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/935PK_-bp30/s72-c/IMG_0424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-6445589430001188608</id><published>2011-08-23T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:50:58.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride to the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxSecg7jjHg/TlRhjM1WIKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Rzd8vZ9z2ek/s1600/IMG_0397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxSecg7jjHg/TlRhjM1WIKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Rzd8vZ9z2ek/s320/IMG_0397.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/20 - The kids all wanted to go to the park so we made a fun evening of  it.  Spencer and Miya rode their bikes while Amelia and I walked beside  them.  Aaron took the car in case of potty emergencies and so he could  go get our pizza for a picnic dinner later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that day poor  Alex fell off the couch and cut under his eye on the end table.  It  looks pretty bad but didn't really bleed at all.  Alex loves the swings  and I think the fun day helped him forget about his cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mPISNLHu3Y/TlRhwuVGQNI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/u_ptr_d9XNM/s1600/IMG_0400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mPISNLHu3Y/TlRhwuVGQNI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/u_ptr_d9XNM/s320/IMG_0400.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/20 - Amelia loves to swing.  We have swings at home but there are  bushes that hinder a good push so she can never get as high as she wants  to.  Thus, the park has the best swing with how she can get so high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9onQ7BispcQ/TlRh9O1B5RI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Fa1eUqrgWOQ/s1600/IMG_0401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9onQ7BispcQ/TlRh9O1B5RI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Fa1eUqrgWOQ/s320/IMG_0401.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/20 - Aaron decided to swing with the kids.  Wait.  Where's Aaron?   Alex can't find him either.  He swung so high that he wasn't even in the  picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rJmAE7CH4E/TlRiHsTa1WI/AAAAAAAAAZY/0jwPG7a9prg/s1600/IMG_0403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rJmAE7CH4E/TlRiHsTa1WI/AAAAAAAAAZY/0jwPG7a9prg/s320/IMG_0403.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/20 - After taking four very large steps backward I was able to get  Aaron in the picture.  I can't believe how high he was I would not be  comfortable going that high and I'm afraid of very little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rzv0OitDI_o/TlRiULM0qzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ZA8jr0eiBI0/s1600/IMG_0406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rzv0OitDI_o/TlRiULM0qzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ZA8jr0eiBI0/s320/IMG_0406.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/20 - Having ridden his bike to the park Spencer had on his fabulous  helmet, which he loves to pieces.  He hardly takes it off in case he has  to make a quick get away on his bike.  It's also great for safety on  the climbing wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAsOh1Dw2NE/TlRief-pbvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7htYhg242ZU/s1600/IMG_0409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAsOh1Dw2NE/TlRief-pbvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7htYhg242ZU/s320/IMG_0409.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/20 - This slide is about eight feet off the ground but Alex has no  fear.  He backed right off the edge with a smile on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ku0FEyJWYw/TlRionZGMDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/clm0vLE-JM8/s1600/IMG_0410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ku0FEyJWYw/TlRionZGMDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/clm0vLE-JM8/s320/IMG_0410.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/20 - I expected him to be freaked out when he got to the bottom but he  was laughing the whole way down and was super happy at the end.  He  went at least ten more times after this before we had to pry him away  for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58CIWB3xRSY/TlRjQRxpBSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/K_KpNv1J7Jw/s1600/IMG_0415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58CIWB3xRSY/TlRjQRxpBSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/K_KpNv1J7Jw/s320/IMG_0415.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/20 - I think this picture is pretty cool with the kids in focus and  the blurry background.  I was on the merry-go-round with them and we  were zooming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhI8fCJ80FM/TlRjpwNYJ4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/uRYJ4t_GORk/s1600/IMG_0416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhI8fCJ80FM/TlRjpwNYJ4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/uRYJ4t_GORk/s320/IMG_0416.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/20 - Miya is quite talented with the swings.  Since she was about 2.5  she could pump her own legs to make herself go and get higher.  Spencer  was struggling with it and she was coaching him on proper swinging  techniques.  It's fun when they help each other learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlakU93K0P4/TlRkXGRvflI/AAAAAAAAAZw/4h3JaAGhoIY/s1600/IMG_0419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LlakU93K0P4/TlRkXGRvflI/AAAAAAAAAZw/4h3JaAGhoIY/s320/IMG_0419.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/20 - Spencer and Miya were racing their bikes on a basketball court  while at the park.  Spencer was ahead until Miya made a quick turn and  had a shortcut to the finish line.  Spencer called her on her cheating  but she told him he never said what shape the course was and totally got  him on a technicality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROo4Qgn4WeA/TlRk7rxXj3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BjZsHzMh7tc/s1600/IMG_0422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROo4Qgn4WeA/TlRk7rxXj3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BjZsHzMh7tc/s320/IMG_0422.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/20 - After a thorough explanation of the course and a walk though they  were ready to go again.  I love how they both have their game faces on  while I'm saying "ready, set, go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQuelZvnxlY/TlRlcMFZ4-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/l8_mX0d6r78/s1600/IMG_0423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQuelZvnxlY/TlRlcMFZ4-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/l8_mX0d6r78/s320/IMG_0423.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/20 - Amelia loves to run and is adorable how she does it.  It involves  A LOT of arm pumping and twisting of the upper body.  I can't get  enough and have her run to make me smile whenever we go outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/5880530945852000923-6445589430001188608?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6445589430001188608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=6445589430001188608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6445589430001188608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6445589430001188608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/ride-to-park.html' title='Ride to the Park'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxSecg7jjHg/TlRhjM1WIKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Rzd8vZ9z2ek/s72-c/IMG_0397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-4617812554217812615</id><published>2011-08-18T08:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T08:22:22.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z3RxklpfOKE/Tk0WvFTkr-I/AAAAAAAAAYs/8Q13v3MBCAU/s1600/IMG_0373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z3RxklpfOKE/Tk0WvFTkr-I/AAAAAAAAAYs/8Q13v3MBCAU/s320/IMG_0373.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/18 - First day of school!  Miya was  so excited to start Kindergarten!  She got a fancy new Hello Kitty shirt  to wear on her first day and she paired it with her favorite blinged  out sparkle skirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2ZWsOrRSn0/Tk0W6Qf-SBI/AAAAAAAAAYw/iZQ1HKlDfP8/s1600/IMG_0374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2ZWsOrRSn0/Tk0W6Qf-SBI/AAAAAAAAAYw/iZQ1HKlDfP8/s320/IMG_0374.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/18 - Spencer can't wait to see what  first grade is all about.  He told me, "I'm ready to make so many new  friends today!"  I love his can do attitude and his fancy Star Wars  shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EM6W0vheadY/Tk0XIwIwF5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/bbf0qa2NMvE/s1600/IMG_0377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EM6W0vheadY/Tk0XIwIwF5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/bbf0qa2NMvE/s320/IMG_0377.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/18 - Spencer and Miya with their  friend Jesse.  Jesse lives down the street and popped over with his dad  and baby brother to our house and we all walked to the bus stop  together.  It was so fun to have someone to talk to at the bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWtvhDRXfMQ/Tk0XTv7e55I/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZQDlgpT666Q/s1600/IMG_0378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWtvhDRXfMQ/Tk0XTv7e55I/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZQDlgpT666Q/s320/IMG_0378.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/18 - They ride the shark bus but they  stop and have to switch to the owl bus later.  I'm concerned about the  switching but I"m sure they'll do fine.  Miya had a hard time getting on  the bus because she kept stopping and smiling for more pictures.  She  wanted this day put in her scrapbook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--m5OA8TxFhY/Tk0XdEt1jLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ypaXwZ6wceg/s1600/IMG_0380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--m5OA8TxFhY/Tk0XdEt1jLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ypaXwZ6wceg/s320/IMG_0380.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/18 - Spencer and Miya sat with Jesse in the same row on the bus.  They were so cute grinning at me out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-seZOwJYGJps/Tk0XnMF6wXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_PeILf_SZ-I/s1600/IMG_0383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-seZOwJYGJps/Tk0XnMF6wXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_PeILf_SZ-I/s320/IMG_0383.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/18 - They are in the first window  behind the driver and loved waving and blowing kisses as the bus drove  off.  I'm excited for them to have another new adventure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I uploaded videos to Facebook where they tell all about their first day.&amp;nbsp; It literally took three hours to load them there and I just don't have the time/energy to load them here.&amp;nbsp; If you want to go see them here's the links...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150275140896121&amp;amp;comments"&gt;Spencer's First Day of School&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150274913866121&amp;amp;saved"&gt;Miya's First Day of School&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-4617812554217812615?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4617812554217812615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=4617812554217812615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/4617812554217812615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/4617812554217812615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/818-first-day-of-school-miya-was-so.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z3RxklpfOKE/Tk0WvFTkr-I/AAAAAAAAAYs/8Q13v3MBCAU/s72-c/IMG_0373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-7304389039457026590</id><published>2011-08-18T08:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T08:40:02.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APe57izd4v8/Tkxrru3wS3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/b_ba_OnptYM/s1600/IMG_0349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APe57izd4v8/Tkxrru3wS3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/b_ba_OnptYM/s320/IMG_0349.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/16 - Spencer was really excited about  his school supplies this year.  I was surprised at how many of each  thing he needed like the 10 glue sticks and 12 pencils.  He loved his  fun folders and reused his backpack from last year.  He got lace up  shoes and some velcro ones for gym that are a size 13, he's so big!  We  got a picture of him with all his goodies just before back to school  night when we dropped it all off in his new classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UfZd3JkU03Q/Tkxr4BSVYII/AAAAAAAAAYA/Cks8lIVNugs/s1600/IMG_0350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UfZd3JkU03Q/Tkxr4BSVYII/AAAAAAAAAYA/Cks8lIVNugs/s320/IMG_0350.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/16 - I seriously love buying school  supplies.  It's my all time favorite thing!  I used to buy new markers  and crayons every year even when I didn't have school kids.  Shopping  for Miya's first school supplies was so much fun!  I love her cute  folders, especially the one with the kitty on it because it's just so my  Miya.  Her backpack is so fun with the camo animal print.  For  kindergarten they need 12" square pillows so I made her one with two  little pillow cases.  Now she can't wait for nap time at school.  Her  gym shoes are super fancy with sparkles on the sides and are a size 13,  same as Spencer this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yoRcAcfm4Ho/TkxsL8dgPYI/AAAAAAAAAYI/fQhbsQJGky0/s1600/IMG_0354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yoRcAcfm4Ho/TkxsL8dgPYI/AAAAAAAAAYI/fQhbsQJGky0/s320/IMG_0354.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/16 - Miya already loves her teacher  Mrs. Upah.  Spencer had her last year and she has heard so many fun  stories.  Miya bravely walked right up to her and started chatting away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kz0jfWhFoxg/Tk0V49K1ZpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OyYtVjUh77w/s1600/IMG_0353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kz0jfWhFoxg/Tk0V49K1ZpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OyYtVjUh77w/s320/IMG_0353.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/16 - I love how adorable Miya looks at her new desk!  I can't wait to hear about her adventures in kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KXFjhObias/TkxsXA0v11I/AAAAAAAAAYM/f6FwApbd5GQ/s1600/IMG_0355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KXFjhObias/TkxsXA0v11I/AAAAAAAAAYM/f6FwApbd5GQ/s320/IMG_0355.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/16 - Spencer is a big first grader  this year and his teacher is Mrs. Dietrich.  He was a bit shy with her  but warmed up quickly.  He loves that she has a baby in her belly due in  October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwKNz5UCkFg/Tkxshu4GfqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xn8czQRdStY/s1600/IMG_0362.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwKNz5UCkFg/Tkxshu4GfqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xn8czQRdStY/s320/IMG_0362.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/16 - Miya and Spencer had a talk  about buses last week and he told her there were no seat belts or car  seats.  She freaked out just like he did last year.  Spencer reassured  her that she would be safe as long as she stayed sitting and told her  that buses don't go very fast "and that's a problem if you have to go  potty really bad!"  Thus he suggested she always go before she gets on  the bus.  As a result of this fun conversation Miya was not worried and  all smiles when she hopped on the bus out front at back to school night  and all the kids loved playing on it for a few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-laaP0AG3vcs/TkxsqCensjI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7pmpM5eKR7A/s1600/IMG_0365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-laaP0AG3vcs/TkxsqCensjI/AAAAAAAAAYU/7pmpM5eKR7A/s320/IMG_0365.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/16 - Spencer went to the back of the  bus to check it out.  He never got to sit in the back last year because  all the big kids were there.  Plus, he was a big fan of sitting next to  the emergency exit door, "just in case there's a problem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ThH9c4LPNTA/Tkxs3WXz0yI/AAAAAAAAAYY/mWdA619d_4I/s1600/IMG_0367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ThH9c4LPNTA/Tkxs3WXz0yI/AAAAAAAAAYY/mWdA619d_4I/s320/IMG_0367.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/16 - Spencer looks pretty adorable in  front of the sign for his school.  This elementary holds kindergarten  through second grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRWifwKejS4/TkxtEO9gNTI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-NBbfg-KM70/s1600/IMG_0369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRWifwKejS4/TkxtEO9gNTI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-NBbfg-KM70/s320/IMG_0369.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/16 - Miya was telling me all the letters on the sign and is totally ready for kindergarten at Ballard West Elementary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-7304389039457026590?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7304389039457026590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=7304389039457026590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/7304389039457026590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/7304389039457026590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school-night.html' title='Back to School Night'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APe57izd4v8/Tkxrru3wS3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/b_ba_OnptYM/s72-c/IMG_0349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-2044011786540923744</id><published>2011-08-16T12:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T12:36:04.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spencer is SIX!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBGl5yFjVLo/TkqX8ngomaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/aJ1DnmFKqNI/s1600/IMG_0279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBGl5yFjVLo/TkqX8ngomaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/aJ1DnmFKqNI/s320/IMG_0279.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/15 - Spencer's sixth birthday fun started early.  He wanted to  decorate with me and on his birthday morning so he and I got up at 7am  when he usually does and had some fun alone time while Dad was at work  and the other kids slept in.  We blew up balloons, put up streamers, and  stuck our balloon window clings to the windows we washed.  He stretched  out the balloons while I blew them up and we got six "because I'm six  today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ErB3vaIkZxo/TkqYHu3Ui7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/PlHG6AZ-jtk/s1600/IMG_0281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ErB3vaIkZxo/TkqYHu3Ui7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/PlHG6AZ-jtk/s320/IMG_0281.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/15 - We were still waiting for the other kids to get up and decided to  make his birthday pie.  Spencer tried Key Lime Pie on Dad's birthday  and really wanted it for his.  We were excited to cook together just the  two of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tItICVvOwEE/TkqYRCqLsXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZR66ATNetTU/s1600/IMG_0284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tItICVvOwEE/TkqYRCqLsXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZR66ATNetTU/s320/IMG_0284.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/15 - Spencer was a great helper while making the pie.  He is really  good at measuring out things and pouring.  Squeezing out the key lime  juice into the measuring cup was one of his favorite parts.  He also  helped separate out the egg yolks.  It took six eggs and he pointed out,  "I'm six and it took six eggs!  That's pretty interesting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp09COAxoRc/TkqYc9TACXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Mtawo2_NgnQ/s1600/IMG_0291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp09COAxoRc/TkqYc9TACXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Mtawo2_NgnQ/s320/IMG_0291.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/15 - Spencer got money from Grandma and Grandpa as well as Aunt Suzi.   Combined it was $15 and as you can see he was so excited!  He said, "I  got fifteen dollars and I was born on the fifteenth.  That's pretty  cool!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kfkk4T43QSI/TkqYn-xxp4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/I_uK492bZ2g/s1600/IMG_0294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kfkk4T43QSI/TkqYn-xxp4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/I_uK492bZ2g/s320/IMG_0294.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/15 - Star Wars recently became Spencer's love.  We already had episodes  1-3 and we watched them together and loved them.  I found episodes 4-6  on Amazon for a great deal and had them shipped to us.  One the box  arrived I told him it was his birthday present but he had a few more  days until he could open it.  He guessed it was a bike, it'd be hard to  fit one in that box.  Spencer requested that I just wrap the shipping  box so he could open the package himself and also requested bows on all  of his presents this year.  This one had a fancy blue bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eJXMuCPBGzA/TkqYzx0vikI/AAAAAAAAAWk/OWWpgFCnhqU/s1600/IMG_0298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eJXMuCPBGzA/TkqYzx0vikI/AAAAAAAAAWk/OWWpgFCnhqU/s320/IMG_0298.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/15 - Another present from us was Star Wars figurines.  He was so  excited because they matched the movie box.  He got six of them in all  and noticed that six is how old his is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2WKyhMEym0g/TkqY-3YZdrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/nqURqkF6XLY/s1600/IMG_0299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2WKyhMEym0g/TkqY-3YZdrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/nqURqkF6XLY/s320/IMG_0299.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - STAR WARS!  They were all pretty excited to watch the show together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fl9snR21_g0/TkqZKZGFuhI/AAAAAAAAAWs/VMHWganujc4/s1600/IMG_0301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fl9snR21_g0/TkqZKZGFuhI/AAAAAAAAAWs/VMHWganujc4/s320/IMG_0301.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - The kids each had some figurines  to play with as they watched.  They all loved it when the one in their  hand came up on the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJINiDnPw2M/TkqZa7LZ0-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/Py66QGQZjeE/s1600/IMG_0302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJINiDnPw2M/TkqZa7LZ0-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/Py66QGQZjeE/s320/IMG_0302.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - Spencer and I went on a little  date for his birthday.  First we went to Target and got his pictures  taken.  Then we went to Wal-Mart to spend his birthday money.  He was  eying a Transformers Ratchet toy before and was so excited he had enough  money to get it.  I adore the action shot and his wad of cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykWbKranaiY/TkqZiWsDYnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/e8LR3h7MY58/s1600/IMG_0305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykWbKranaiY/TkqZiWsDYnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/e8LR3h7MY58/s320/IMG_0305.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - He was such a good little  shopper.  For his $15 he got a fancy Transformer, three cool matchbox  cars, and a candy bar.  He had 38 cents left over and a bag full of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SbfBniHBoW4/TkqZrt1_Z6I/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Eu8pRAmpp0/s1600/IMG_0306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SbfBniHBoW4/TkqZrt1_Z6I/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Eu8pRAmpp0/s320/IMG_0306.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - To finish our date we went to  Quiznos for lunch.  Spencer had developed leaps and bounds with his  reading lately and read the sign himself.  He noticed, "It says Quiznos  Sub.  If it said Quiznos Submarine then they'd be on vacation!"  HA!  I  love it!  He had a turkey and cheese sandwich with olives, a chocolate  chip cookie, and sierra mist to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRTGo0PCMew/TkqZ6SNV5mI/AAAAAAAAAXA/C-ENTb7LtaE/s1600/IMG_0308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRTGo0PCMew/TkqZ6SNV5mI/AAAAAAAAAXA/C-ENTb7LtaE/s320/IMG_0308.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - Spencer's last present was this  awesome bike.  He was beyond excited for it because ever since he was 18  months he's had a tricycle we got at an after Christmas sale.  Poor  little guy just the day before was riding around on his tiny trike  wishing for a big boy bike.  I'm so glad we were able to pull it off.   Notice also the fancy gold bow even though it wasn't wrapped I think it  met Spencer's "every present needs a bow" request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTgbj2MDTn4/TkqaKTs7qmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yjQblmq4mbU/s1600/IMG_0314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTgbj2MDTn4/TkqaKTs7qmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yjQblmq4mbU/s320/IMG_0314.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - I was worried that he'd have a  hard time with his bike because he's always been on a trike.  With  occasional help from the training wheels he did a really great job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XpEjEy8-P2M/TkqaS_nZ_1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/fUb8tmptBnk/s1600/IMG_0317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XpEjEy8-P2M/TkqaS_nZ_1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/fUb8tmptBnk/s320/IMG_0317.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - Miya's birthday is ten days  after Spencer's and we were going to make her wait for her bike until  her birthday but we couldn't last.  She was so sweet to Spencer about  his new bike and didn't complain once as she followed him around on the  old trike that it melted my heart and we surprised her with her bike  today too.  She was totally not expecting it and was so happy.  The  basket is her favorite part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mdqxH_qrndA/TkqadBYbHfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/y098k__qt6o/s1600/IMG_0320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mdqxH_qrndA/TkqadBYbHfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/y098k__qt6o/s320/IMG_0320.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - Miya hopped right on and was off with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_LcLq8FDj0/TkqakeFi35I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xoSh2Fvh6-0/s1600/IMG_0321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_LcLq8FDj0/TkqakeFi35I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xoSh2Fvh6-0/s320/IMG_0321.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - Nana and Papa sent Spencer's and  Miya's presents in the same box and it arrived after lunch time.  The  kids were excited to be able to open it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-klmqBIEBf3k/Tkqb4ApuC5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/jTjeIMRVWLc/s1600/IMG_0325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-klmqBIEBf3k/Tkqb4ApuC5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/jTjeIMRVWLc/s320/IMG_0325.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - They heard about Spencer and  Miya's new bikes and offered to buy them helmets to go with them.  I was  so excited that she offered to take care of that for us.  They are both  really awesome helmets.  Spencer got Transformers and it even came with  a bell and he just LOVES to ring!  Miya got her favorite Littlest Pet  Shop and it came with a water bottle that came in handy in our Iowa  heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Uf_nFVaKjo/TkqcGk4R6eI/AAAAAAAAAXY/6JURvvUF0Og/s1600/IMG_0327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Uf_nFVaKjo/TkqcGk4R6eI/AAAAAAAAAXY/6JURvvUF0Og/s320/IMG_0327.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - We attached Spencer's bell and put on his helmet and he was ready to go for a fun ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gSaN7fLF-Y/TkqcRQWcM0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/cSl3oA0ON-A/s1600/IMG_0330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gSaN7fLF-Y/TkqcRQWcM0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/cSl3oA0ON-A/s320/IMG_0330.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - Miya looks pretty adorable sporting her new helmet and drinking from her fabulous water bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OWnIL-gj4I/TkqcffBTfFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/bi_OuyjYDCU/s1600/IMG_0332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OWnIL-gj4I/TkqcffBTfFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/bi_OuyjYDCU/s320/IMG_0332.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - The kids tried riding around on  our sidewalk but it's broken and grass infested so we went three blocks  over to the fancy trail and they were all able to ride there.  It is so  flat and so straight that it's perfect for beginning riders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7bNixZ0AYo/TkqcsIIHYTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5wN_KrfJNPg/s1600/IMG_0333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7bNixZ0AYo/TkqcsIIHYTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5wN_KrfJNPg/s320/IMG_0333.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - Miya and Spencer were little  riding experts on the trail.  They just took off and we went about two  miles round trip.  It was awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7-C6Y04IlE/Tkqc0oND44I/AAAAAAAAAXo/B4qsJ8qoG4Y/s1600/IMG_0334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7-C6Y04IlE/Tkqc0oND44I/AAAAAAAAAXo/B4qsJ8qoG4Y/s320/IMG_0334.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - Spencer looks so cool all geared up on his new bike on the trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMoqk3LzI6k/TkqdFIALA-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/CCIjMBXLZNI/s1600/IMG_0335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMoqk3LzI6k/TkqdFIALA-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/CCIjMBXLZNI/s320/IMG_0335.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - Miya liked to stick to the side  of the trail.  She got going really fast and also loved stopping for  water breaks with her fancy attached water bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62Xdycg9nYg/TkqdQDV6LJI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ubHW_szA4V0/s1600/IMG_0340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62Xdycg9nYg/TkqdQDV6LJI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ubHW_szA4V0/s320/IMG_0340.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - The bike trail leads over some  railroad tracks and there happened to be a train going by right as we  crossed over it.  The kids loved it until the friendly conductor blew  the horn and made them cry it was so loud, poor babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ibcd-EuLdNU/Tkqdi3TuZEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/epYNA3Mg6G4/s1600/IMG_0346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ibcd-EuLdNU/Tkqdi3TuZEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/epYNA3Mg6G4/s320/IMG_0346.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/15 - We had mac n cheese for dinner  because it's Spencer's "favorite yellow thing."  After that we had our  key lime pie dessert.  Spencer wanted to reuse his Spiderman candle from  last year but it had a hard time staying in the pie and Aaron had to  hold it up while we sang and Spencer blew out the candles.  We were all  excited for a piece and love birthday pie!&amp;nbsp; After dessert we had to run to the bank, which is quite a drive for us.&amp;nbsp; To make it up to the kids for having to sit in the car so long we got them ice cream cones at Dairy Queen on the way home.&amp;nbsp; It was a full and really fun day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-2044011786540923744?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2044011786540923744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=2044011786540923744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/2044011786540923744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/2044011786540923744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/spencer-is-six.html' title='Spencer is SIX!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBGl5yFjVLo/TkqX8ngomaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/aJ1DnmFKqNI/s72-c/IMG_0279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-3671358244446803880</id><published>2011-08-14T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T20:02:41.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;8/10/2011 - My friend Shanna Bollwinkel took our family pictures this year and did an awesome job.&amp;nbsp; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tLlsxGc6JDU/TkcZnaIJTdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/aKjlT95USRM/s1600/IMG_0274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tLlsxGc6JDU/TkcZnaIJTdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/aKjlT95USRM/s320/IMG_0274.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/13 - I've wanted to pierce Miya's  ears since her birth but I wanted her to have a choice.  So I decided to  wait until she asked for it.  It only took five years!  Last night she  was talking to me and said she wanted to get her ears pierced so she  could get married.  I'm not quite sure on the logic and explained that  she'll have to wait a while to get married even if she gets them  pierced.  I also told her that it would hurt a little like a shot at the  doctor.  She said she didn't care and she wanted pretty earrings.  I  checked and double checked and then today while we were already out  shopping we stopped by the mall and got it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in the chair she reassured me that she really wanted them done and asked me to help her "be more brave."  It was so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSI-ev7U8rU/TkcZyS1Jd-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/tXtnEymv21E/s1600/IMG_0275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSI-ev7U8rU/TkcZyS1Jd-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/tXtnEymv21E/s320/IMG_0275.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/13 - Here she is in the after shot.   She was really freaked out by the pen to mark the spot.  She didn't like  that the woman drew on her.  Miya cried for a little bit after the  first ear.  Then Miya told her to just do the other one.  After the  second one she cried until she saw the suckers.  Miya stopped crying and  picked out her sucker and was perfectly happy after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved the little pink bag that came with the piercing it had cleanser in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgswOGDlU7Q/TkcZ8bbhu4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/WPJs5KqR2-E/s1600/IMG_0277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgswOGDlU7Q/TkcZ8bbhu4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/WPJs5KqR2-E/s320/IMG_0277.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/13 - Here's a close up shot of Miya  with her new gold ball earrings.  I let her pick whichever pair she  wanted and that's what she picked.  She's totally my little girl.  All  of my earrings are the stud type and plain colors.  I love how cute and  girly she is with them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her own words: "I sat in the chair.  The girl came over. She marked my ear. Then she put my earrings in. I  cried, a lot, and then got a sucker and was happy. I like my pink bag.  My earrings are beautiful!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-7125275714889346079?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7125275714889346079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=7125275714889346079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/7125275714889346079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/7125275714889346079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/813-ive-wanted-to-pierce-miyas-ears.html' title='Two Holes in One Miya'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tLlsxGc6JDU/TkcZnaIJTdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/aKjlT95USRM/s72-c/IMG_0274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-3424545490454641491</id><published>2011-08-13T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:39:41.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean House - The Doll Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6_xWWkTYA/TkcXUBZl2YI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Pm2vRZ_er00/s1600/IMG_0270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6_xWWkTYA/TkcXUBZl2YI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Pm2vRZ_er00/s320/IMG_0270.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/12 - We love the show "Clean House"  it's that show that rescues family from a cluttered home they sell the  clutter at a yard sale and match the proceeds up to $1,000.  They then  use that money to clean up, organize, and "fabulize" their home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  kids have been acting it out all over the house.  Miya made Spencer's  bed and cleaned up his toys and found his old Zebra rug and fixed up his  room and replayed scenes from the show.  Here they decided to act it  out using their dollhouse.  Notice all the clutter?  They did a fabulous  job at that part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15FLKQ_dkq0/TkcXgRlZwcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/PihrVS2KBMo/s1600/IMG_0272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15FLKQ_dkq0/TkcXgRlZwcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/PihrVS2KBMo/s320/IMG_0272.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/12 - It's was big reveal day and Miya  was playing the host while Spencer was being the homeowner.  His little  guy was "blindfolded" and Miya asked him how the old room make him  feel.  He said he was scared it was all going to crowd him out.  Then  Miya said, (with a little Southern accent I might add) "Well, take off  your blindfold and look at it now!"  Spencer oohed and aahed over his  fancy new house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-3424545490454641491?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3424545490454641491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=3424545490454641491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/3424545490454641491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/3424545490454641491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/clean-house-doll-family.html' title='Clean House - The Doll Family'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mq6_xWWkTYA/TkcXUBZl2YI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Pm2vRZ_er00/s72-c/IMG_0270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-1853087270678030816</id><published>2011-08-12T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:30:42.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Tied Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpiGYo5IcSg/TkXui0ZwQMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/hsbObEclj1U/s1600/IMG_0260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpiGYo5IcSg/TkXui0ZwQMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/hsbObEclj1U/s320/IMG_0260.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/11 - I've already started Christmas  crafts.  I wanted my kids to have big fun blankets to snuggle with on  the couch.  I love to crochet and thus the bullseye blankets were born.   We all went to Wal-Mart and I let them each pick whichever two colors  they wanted.  This is Spencer's.  I love how it's so big that it fits  all four of them under it.  That means he won't outgrow it any time  soon.  I can snuggle up with it but I'm sure he'll be taller than me one  day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzcyHSVRy3M/TkXuuK6Cc7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/X7fnBZvuS3A/s1600/IMG_0263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzcyHSVRy3M/TkXuuK6Cc7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/X7fnBZvuS3A/s320/IMG_0263.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/12 - Spencer got shoes with laces  this year and practiced for a week to be able to tie them.  He's really  got it down now and can do it without any help or prompting.  He will  sometimes say the steps out loud as he works.  First make an X and put  one through the whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CTaTOw47fk/TkXu3qMv4fI/AAAAAAAAAT8/0609hV2TRVc/s1600/IMG_0264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CTaTOw47fk/TkXu3qMv4fI/AAAAAAAAAT8/0609hV2TRVc/s320/IMG_0264.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/12 - Then make two bunny ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B7tsclkdOdE/TkXvCwKDWoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/H2b1Oz_v0fg/s1600/IMG_0266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B7tsclkdOdE/TkXvCwKDWoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/H2b1Oz_v0fg/s320/IMG_0266.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/12 - Make an X with the bunny ears and wrap one around and through the hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ar2BMsI_-6k/TkXvNLdcCPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uslbLem5xLU/s1600/IMG_0267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ar2BMsI_-6k/TkXvNLdcCPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uslbLem5xLU/s320/IMG_0267.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/12 - Pull tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fq-myuDNBY8/TkXvXpYSk-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/9TC_gvLs0Ts/s1600/IMG_0268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fq-myuDNBY8/TkXvXpYSk-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/9TC_gvLs0Ts/s320/IMG_0268.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/12 - TA DA!  A perfectly tied shoe and one super happy boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-1853087270678030816?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1853087270678030816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=1853087270678030816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/1853087270678030816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/1853087270678030816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-tied-up.html' title='All Tied Up'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpiGYo5IcSg/TkXui0ZwQMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/hsbObEclj1U/s72-c/IMG_0260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-5800832393814896753</id><published>2011-08-12T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:20:49.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1aY6tJ_y-0/TkXorxoIqtI/AAAAAAAAATA/HxEwWjY9RjE/s1600/IMG_0224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1aY6tJ_y-0/TkXorxoIqtI/AAAAAAAAATA/HxEwWjY9RjE/s320/IMG_0224.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/8 - Spencer has had some fabulous and  free ideas for family fun lately.  He suggested we race matchbox cars  while crawling.  I was telling him how I'd beat him by picking the  fastest car when he informed me that it's your body that makes you win  not the toy car.  Silly Mom!  While it looks like I'm beating him here  he actually just dropped his car and totally annihilated me even with  his setback.  Notice my tongue hanging out?  Totally didn't help.   Spencer graciously told me he'd let me win the next round and crawled at  a snails pace to make up for my old age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvUwrfdV81o/TkXo4bNGPsI/AAAAAAAAATE/ipJJ-WFQy2w/s1600/IMG_0225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvUwrfdV81o/TkXo4bNGPsI/AAAAAAAAATE/ipJJ-WFQy2w/s320/IMG_0225.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/8 - Apparently sticking out your  tongue is genetic Miya and Spencer both have their tongues out as they  raced each other.  Miya won this race by sliding to the finish line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jmcgLARcdvI/TkXpE0mTwHI/AAAAAAAAATI/CWONCxPsAXg/s1600/IMG_0226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jmcgLARcdvI/TkXpE0mTwHI/AAAAAAAAATI/CWONCxPsAXg/s320/IMG_0226.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/8 - I raced Amelia thinking I could  be her since I couldn't take on Spencer.  No so!  Apparently my kids are  just super fast.  I figure they've spent a larger majority of their  lives trying to crawl and I'm totally justified in my loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDT4GoMGMdY/TkXpOq1GuBI/AAAAAAAAATM/VI3lOT-gXsE/s1600/IMG_0227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDT4GoMGMdY/TkXpOq1GuBI/AAAAAAAAATM/VI3lOT-gXsE/s320/IMG_0227.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/8 - Miya was the judge to see who won.  It was close but Amelia beat me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXrd_1mx64E/TkXpT-gNJgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/z0FwuMIeGck/s1600/IMG_0228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXrd_1mx64E/TkXpT-gNJgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/z0FwuMIeGck/s320/IMG_0228.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/8 - I raced Miya next.  I was getting pretty tired at this point so even with the road block that was Amelia, Miya still won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrKen5SsSqg/TkXpk5Mr-gI/AAAAAAAAATU/ngscalxFsm0/s1600/IMG_0232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrKen5SsSqg/TkXpk5Mr-gI/AAAAAAAAATU/ngscalxFsm0/s320/IMG_0232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/8 - I lost severely to Spencer in the  last race but this time I had a better excuse.  Amelia wanted to ride  on my back and Alex was holding onto my hip as I crawled along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vuvRVLa_4Lc/TkXqChUCIqI/AAAAAAAAATY/bu7WH5iSfNc/s1600/IMG_0235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vuvRVLa_4Lc/TkXqChUCIqI/AAAAAAAAATY/bu7WH5iSfNc/s320/IMG_0235.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/10 - The kids and I had a dance party  while Aaron was at work.  We put on Carrie Underwood and then Glee  Volume 1 and shook our grove things.  I love that Amelia got her doll  out for a partner to dance with.  I did actually dance with each of them  in turn and we had a lot of fun.  Alex loved dancing with everyone and  Miya liked it better with a partner and also wasn't picky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ujgqeh35Wxc/TkXqhFw-U2I/AAAAAAAAATc/M9_XMlaGTRE/s1600/IMG_0241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ujgqeh35Wxc/TkXqhFw-U2I/AAAAAAAAATc/M9_XMlaGTRE/s320/IMG_0241.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/10 - Miya and Spencer were so cute  holding hands and spinning around. They used several different hand  holds and decided that while this was more secure one handed spinning  was more fun.  Amelia is just off the picture spinning with her doll and  Alex watched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eufBflDvjfg/TkXq3SlIyqI/AAAAAAAAATg/p0ZRASXqmYg/s1600/IMG_0245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eufBflDvjfg/TkXq3SlIyqI/AAAAAAAAATg/p0ZRASXqmYg/s320/IMG_0245.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/10 - Amelia was helping her baby dance to the music.  Baby had some good moves and Amelia is so cute with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VwM6S9xaULs/TkXrWciEzCI/AAAAAAAAATk/LCa-a4nW1Ug/s1600/IMG_0248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VwM6S9xaULs/TkXrWciEzCI/AAAAAAAAATk/LCa-a4nW1Ug/s320/IMG_0248.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/10 - We had some solo dance time at  the end and Miya had some great moves.  I loved taking this pictures and  watching them move around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UYU_vuHtIog/TkXrz2hhUvI/AAAAAAAAATs/l8IIlhSLGVU/s1600/IMG_0254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UYU_vuHtIog/TkXrz2hhUvI/AAAAAAAAATs/l8IIlhSLGVU/s320/IMG_0254.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/10 - Spencer likes a lot of twists  and turns when he dances, especially while sitting on the floor.  I  think he was a break dancer in another life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tlMB5FTvIgU/TkXsJoYIrGI/AAAAAAAAATw/pWZRmUTYjFs/s1600/IMG_0259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tlMB5FTvIgU/TkXsJoYIrGI/AAAAAAAAATw/pWZRmUTYjFs/s320/IMG_0259.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/10 - He was playing the guitar along  with the music then he informed me that we need a real guitar so he  didn't have to make the music with he mouth.  Then he would be able to  sing and play at the same time.  Little guy has a point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-5800832393814896753?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5800832393814896753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=5800832393814896753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/5800832393814896753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/5800832393814896753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/fun-at-home.html' title='Fun at Home'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1aY6tJ_y-0/TkXorxoIqtI/AAAAAAAAATA/HxEwWjY9RjE/s72-c/IMG_0224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-8584025626802158555</id><published>2011-08-12T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T21:57:51.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Splashing in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVHiZddplUM/TkXmWWgHd3I/AAAAAAAAASk/HmUe-RalOWk/s1600/IMG_0201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVHiZddplUM/TkXmWWgHd3I/AAAAAAAAASk/HmUe-RalOWk/s320/IMG_0201.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/4 - It was nap time and the big kids  were restless and having a hard time being quiet enough so I let them go  out and play in the rain.  This is Spencer after just three minutes.   It was raining pretty hard but he loved it and kept warmer with his coat  on, which was also sopping wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vS-Q5JXd7Xw/TkXmjd7UjpI/AAAAAAAAASo/iiULn0GLOjw/s1600/IMG_0205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vS-Q5JXd7Xw/TkXmjd7UjpI/AAAAAAAAASo/iiULn0GLOjw/s320/IMG_0205.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/4 - Miya noticed the rain spilling  over from neighbor Mark's gutters and decided to catch it in an old ice  cream bucket.  It was dripping all over her too but she didn't mind.   She loves the rain and getting wet and messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TLKf2kYQ1Hc/TkXmwKvLPXI/AAAAAAAAASs/qHaVk865wtc/s1600/IMG_0206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TLKf2kYQ1Hc/TkXmwKvLPXI/AAAAAAAAASs/qHaVk865wtc/s320/IMG_0206.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/4 - The bucket filled up so naturally  she took off her left boot and started to catch the rain in that.  She  decided that the bucket would make a good boot substitute and used it as  she filled up her boot and dumped it onto the big white bucket next to  her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSL09rh5bz4/TkXm8ToMqlI/AAAAAAAAASw/Da2tW1F3630/s1600/IMG_0209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSL09rh5bz4/TkXm8ToMqlI/AAAAAAAAASw/Da2tW1F3630/s320/IMG_0209.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/4 - My soggy kids loved playing in the rain.  They agreed to take a picture as long as it didn't mean they had to come inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZcIb7p48JA/TkXnGw466ZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LxdT_sq7jgc/s1600/IMG_0215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZcIb7p48JA/TkXnGw466ZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LxdT_sq7jgc/s320/IMG_0215.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/4 - Living on a corner we have a  spare driveway behind our house.  It has massive puddles in it which  Spencer and Miya thought would be great for splashing in.  I stayed  inside and thus the glare from the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sHKv6I3XD3c/TkXnSxUppeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/-S5njULyNeM/s1600/IMG_0217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sHKv6I3XD3c/TkXnSxUppeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/-S5njULyNeM/s320/IMG_0217.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/4 - They had a little splashing contest and Spencer leapt pretty high in order to get his splash on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSh2rNTFkxo/TkXneiak7hI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4KOjTIqE3Ok/s1600/IMG_0221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSh2rNTFkxo/TkXneiak7hI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4KOjTIqE3Ok/s320/IMG_0221.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/4 - I'm not sure what motivated Miya  to take her boots off and use them to scoop up water but it was fun to  watch.  She'd get them all full and then put her foot in and the water  would come spilling over the top.  Then she'd say, "Oh MAN!" Then she'd  take it off and try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-8584025626802158555?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8584025626802158555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=8584025626802158555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/8584025626802158555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/8584025626802158555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/splashing-in-rain.html' title='Splashing in the Rain'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVHiZddplUM/TkXmWWgHd3I/AAAAAAAAASk/HmUe-RalOWk/s72-c/IMG_0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-3147950478017173414</id><published>2011-08-06T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T22:26:49.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Locusts Attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piUGL4boDyA/Tj4Fo7HH03I/AAAAAAAAASg/x-QoZmuXCdM/s1600/IMG_0223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piUGL4boDyA/Tj4Fo7HH03I/AAAAAAAAASg/x-QoZmuXCdM/s320/IMG_0223.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;8/6 - I'm fairly certain this is a  locust.  The picture does not do justice to the size of this thing.   It's body is like four inches long and then the legs, yuck!  I was  peacefully watching Drop Dead Diva (LOVE!)  when it flew over and landed  on my foot.  Seriously?!?!  I HATE things with wings and they ALWAYS  attack me!  There was a bat hiding in the curtains in my room that flew  out and latched onto my hair.  It was a three day ordeal finding it and  ridding our house of that animal.  There was a bird outside the bank  that flew at me and landed on my head and started ripping out my hair.   There was a seagull in Disneyworld that body slammed my head landed and  then screeched at me.  Now the locust that's haunting me and ruining my  peaceful kid-free experience.  Do all the winged things of the world  unite to plot against me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-3147950478017173414?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3147950478017173414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=3147950478017173414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/3147950478017173414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/3147950478017173414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-locusts-attack.html' title='When Locusts Attack!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piUGL4boDyA/Tj4Fo7HH03I/AAAAAAAAASg/x-QoZmuXCdM/s72-c/IMG_0223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-3730654741791816114</id><published>2011-07-27T21:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:06:23.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron is 31!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YJkIPPFGhnM/TjDCAs8r1RI/AAAAAAAAASI/zRJAA4c44yo/s1600/DSC07665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YJkIPPFGhnM/TjDCAs8r1RI/AAAAAAAAASI/zRJAA4c44yo/s320/DSC07665.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/27 - The kids each made Aaron a card  for his 31st birthday.  We made them the night before and they were so  excited they kept talking about it so we opened the cards and his  present first thing in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OPc-qu5s31M/TjDCIcbhsbI/AAAAAAAAASM/JVg2XI14Ldg/s1600/DSC07667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OPc-qu5s31M/TjDCIcbhsbI/AAAAAAAAASM/JVg2XI14Ldg/s320/DSC07667.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/27 - This is how it always is when  Aaron his home.  He is surrounded by kids who all want to be right next  to him.  It was even worse when he was opening his present.  Aaron told  me to consider the bathroom remodel his present but you can't have a  birthday without opening anything.  The kids and I picked out the movie  Tron.  We'd never seen it before and Spencer thought the cover looked  awesome.  We watched it before lunch and loved it. I can't believe it  took us this long to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ga76iqg33CQ/TjDC0Td8paI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ubmnytZMQ24/s1600/DSC07668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ga76iqg33CQ/TjDC0Td8paI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ubmnytZMQ24/s320/DSC07668.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/27 - The kids all had to show off  their cards.  They stamped stuff on the front and picked what to write  on the inside.  Spencer and Miya did all of their own writing and I was  so proud of them.  Alex wasn't old enough to use the stamps but he  colored a piece of art on the front of his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xC6bokDjvAE/TjDC71gf3lI/AAAAAAAAASU/2vyk63L7how/s1600/DSC07669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xC6bokDjvAE/TjDC71gf3lI/AAAAAAAAASU/2vyk63L7how/s320/DSC07669.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/27 - Aaron doesn't like birthday cake  so we always have a yummy substitute.  This year he opted for a Key  Lime Pie.  I gotta say I make a mean Key Lime pie but it needs just the  right juice and I had to go to a few stores to find the right kind.  I  arranged his 31 candles and probably got a tan bringing it to him with  all that flame.  The kids were excited to sing Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yziu01gXqac/TjDDDREKJuI/AAAAAAAAASY/iJVUp2yxyHc/s1600/DSC07670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yziu01gXqac/TjDDDREKJuI/AAAAAAAAASY/iJVUp2yxyHc/s320/DSC07670.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7/27 - The candles melted crazy fast.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it has something to do with this heat wave we're having but it was a gooey mess when he blew them out.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad the wax came off easily though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AtF2zD0Yoag/TjDDPTN4pmI/AAAAAAAAASc/lhyl0eONdyI/s1600/IMG_0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AtF2zD0Yoag/TjDDPTN4pmI/AAAAAAAAASc/lhyl0eONdyI/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/27 - They say the way to a man's  heart is though his stomach and I ran with that thought while  celebrating Aaron's birthday today.  We had a fairly boring cereal  breakfast but we had sauteed mushroom cheeseburgers for lunch.  Key Lime  pie for dessert.  Lots of chips and candy.  Then finally Brazilian  Limeade for an afternoon treat.  I think it was the year of the limes or  something.  He requested the Limeade specifically and it's quite tasty.   It has limes and sweetened condensed milk and it's oh so yummy.  After  this he had to go to work an afternoon shift at Union Pacific with the  heat index over 100.  I hope the fabulous morning made up for the lame  evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-3730654741791816114?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3730654741791816114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=3730654741791816114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/3730654741791816114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/3730654741791816114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/727-kids-each-made-aaron-card-for-his.html' title='Aaron is 31!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YJkIPPFGhnM/TjDCAs8r1RI/AAAAAAAAASI/zRJAA4c44yo/s72-c/DSC07665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-3210346436678176522</id><published>2011-07-24T21:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T09:59:55.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Princess Sally</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3mS6JBl53Q/TizMzhcAhyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/50TOF4iV1g0/s1600/IMG_9971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3mS6JBl53Q/TizMzhcAhyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/50TOF4iV1g0/s320/IMG_9971.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/23 - We got a pet Guinea Pig and we  love her!  Her name is Princess Sally.  It's been a long time in the  making.  Aaron and I decided to get a pet about a year ago but had a  really hard time deciding what would be good.  Cats and dogs were out  because of allergies.  We had a fish before but it wasn't too exciting.   After several months and even more google searches we narrowed it down  to a Hamster or a Guinea Pig.  Since hamsters are easily crushed and eat  their own poop (YUCK!) we opted on Princess Sally.  Miya picked Sally  and Spencer picked Princess as names and we thought why not just mash  them together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miya especially is in love with Princess Sally but  all the kids adore her.  When we went to the pet store we didn't even  tell the kids what we were planning on and all three big ones went  straight to the Guinea pigs and picked out this one.  We went out to  dinner and came back and the decision was the same so we bought her and  took her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwds4GnCz4k/TizM-wmLCzI/AAAAAAAAARU/DA9erIe2tC0/s1600/IMG_9972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwds4GnCz4k/TizM-wmLCzI/AAAAAAAAARU/DA9erIe2tC0/s320/IMG_9972.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/23 - Alex is just crazy about her.   He made the cutest little happy face when I picked her up in the store  and was so gentle petting her.  I think he was trying to tickle her too  which was so funny to watch.  He also likes to point out her toes.  I  think he likes that part the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PecBpYGELUw/TizNLdWnQiI/AAAAAAAAARY/EdOYWZiEULs/s1600/IMG_9973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PecBpYGELUw/TizNLdWnQiI/AAAAAAAAARY/EdOYWZiEULs/s320/IMG_9973.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/23 - I love Spencer's expression  with Alex is banging on the cage.  We told Alex no and that it would  scare her but he was just so excited.  You can see Princess Sally in  there right under Alex probably hoping her new cage will support him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qvKIwiSB3NI/TizNYGgZy6I/AAAAAAAAARc/LG6eC1JGcUM/s1600/IMG_9976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qvKIwiSB3NI/TizNYGgZy6I/AAAAAAAAARc/LG6eC1JGcUM/s320/IMG_9976.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/23 - Here's Aaron and the kids around  her cage.  She ran and hid before I could get a good shot but she's in  there.  The kids and I love her but Aaorn's not so sure.  After we got  her he said, "I've never had my very own rodent before."&amp;nbsp; He also said that we need a 50 gallon drum of soap with the way we're going though it now.&amp;nbsp; The kids all thoroughly wash after touching her at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DEVSMPBH6IA/TizNjr_PH6I/AAAAAAAAARg/2swELSW93wM/s1600/IMG_9981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DEVSMPBH6IA/TizNjr_PH6I/AAAAAAAAARg/2swELSW93wM/s320/IMG_9981.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/23 - Amelia loves to pet her but  isn't interested in holding her.  She likes it when I hold her though  and says, "Sally likes snuggle you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Dd6s_i_6p0/TizNvnIdfhI/AAAAAAAAARk/uUMd-EPNucI/s1600/IMG_9986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Dd6s_i_6p0/TizNvnIdfhI/AAAAAAAAARk/uUMd-EPNucI/s320/IMG_9986.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/23 - Spencer is not very fond of  animals so I was surprised when he liked her and even wanted to hold her  a little bit.  He was scared she was going to bite him or scratch him  but it all worked out.  I'm proud of him for being so brave with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KANDg6qEMg4/TizN69F03jI/AAAAAAAAARo/q9FyjInc5jY/s1600/IMG_9988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KANDg6qEMg4/TizN69F03jI/AAAAAAAAARo/q9FyjInc5jY/s320/IMG_9988.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/23 - Alex really likes her and lets  his enthusiasm out with his mouth while being really soft with his  hands.  He likes to try and tickle her.  It's his new favorite thing  with anybody, and to touch her feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEs5t_sV--Y/TizOIFItasI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZNhwpt4gyLU/s1600/IMG_9992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEs5t_sV--Y/TizOIFItasI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZNhwpt4gyLU/s320/IMG_9992.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/24 - The morning after we got  Princess Sally the Guinea Pig Miya had to put on her Guinea Pig shirt  and hold her first thing.  She was telling Sally all about her shirt and  how there is a Guinea Pig named Winny on Wonder Pets.  They had a nice  long talk and some good snuggles.  I think that they are each other's  favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HRu1ZZr_Us/TizOV4yC6CI/AAAAAAAAARw/9P5A-N-1-NM/s1600/IMG_9997.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HRu1ZZr_Us/TizOV4yC6CI/AAAAAAAAARw/9P5A-N-1-NM/s320/IMG_9997.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/24 - Spencer was checking her out while Miya did the holding.  Sally and Spencer are still nervous with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAcEP2-lhoM/TizOjA5CpsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/aMjStgVfuOs/s1600/IMG_9999.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAcEP2-lhoM/TizOjA5CpsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/aMjStgVfuOs/s320/IMG_9999.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/24 - Poor Amelia was trying to talk  about all that she loved about Princess Sally and poked her in the eye.   Princess Sally just jumped a little and blinked but Amelia was  traumatized thinking she'd broken her forever.  That started her love  for this brown stuffed bear as a fun replacement for Sally.  I had to  get her picture with Miya because they both had their favorite animal  sitting with them.  Amelia did recover and now each time she pets her  she tells me how she didn't poke her in the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UAItFhp2N0/TizOwuHVO3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/WyIqm-HibkY/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UAItFhp2N0/TizOwuHVO3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/WyIqm-HibkY/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/24 - Spencer liked snuggling with  Princess Sally on the couch.  She is quite the snuggle bug and will sit  there not moving for as long as you care to have her there.  She doesn't  try to run off or get away.  It's kind of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVtbwF_J1Sw/TizO8nIOceI/AAAAAAAAAR8/YbFwzuto8ro/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVtbwF_J1Sw/TizO8nIOceI/AAAAAAAAAR8/YbFwzuto8ro/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/24 - Google told us that they like to  run around.  I was not about to let her at my house but we put some  baby gates up in the kitchen and she had a few minutes to roam around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sE6RiMMuvYo/TizPIsNRqYI/AAAAAAAAASA/NdF5LDGNE8M/s1600/IMG_0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sE6RiMMuvYo/TizPIsNRqYI/AAAAAAAAASA/NdF5LDGNE8M/s320/IMG_0005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/24 - Alex got down on the floor with  her and was giggling with excitement to have her on the floor with him.   She's super speedy but he got a few pets in here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhCInAuUapo/TizPTncJTMI/AAAAAAAAASE/dg-XBAj1CX4/s1600/IMG_0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhCInAuUapo/TizPTncJTMI/AAAAAAAAASE/dg-XBAj1CX4/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/24 - Alex had to break out all of his  considerable skills in crawling to keep up with her as she raced around  our kitchen floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-3210346436678176522?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3210346436678176522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=3210346436678176522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/3210346436678176522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/3210346436678176522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/meet-princess-sally.html' title='Meet Princess Sally'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3mS6JBl53Q/TizMzhcAhyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/50TOF4iV1g0/s72-c/IMG_9971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-2439214572684282662</id><published>2011-07-24T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T20:52:15.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Amelia</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYz0GsSRjKw/TizL4_txkvI/AAAAAAAAARI/pRR1iApJ2hU/s1600/IMG_9966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYz0GsSRjKw/TizL4_txkvI/AAAAAAAAARI/pRR1iApJ2hU/s320/IMG_9966.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/21 - Amelia loves babies.  She keeps  telling me we need another one because "Alex big boy now!"  Until I cave  she is content with playing with her dolls.  However, they have very  lifelike problems that I must always solve so having an actual baby  might be better.  This baby had two poops in twenty minutes that I had  to help her change.  Then she couldn't sleep and needed to be swaddled  and snuggled (she took care of that part).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjiJxb2Rns8/TizMELpLt_I/AAAAAAAAARM/JP8urjI-mao/s1600/IMG_9967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjiJxb2Rns8/TizMELpLt_I/AAAAAAAAARM/JP8urjI-mao/s320/IMG_9967.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/21 - Amelia was snuggling her baby  but sometimes one baby just isn't enough so she had to hop down and get  baby number two.  She then asked me to take her picture and told her  babies to smile.  After I took it she asked me if they smiled good and  had to see the picture for quality control.  I love this little girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-2439214572684282662?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2439214572684282662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=2439214572684282662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/2439214572684282662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/2439214572684282662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/mama-amelia.html' title='Mama Amelia'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYz0GsSRjKw/TizL4_txkvI/AAAAAAAAARI/pRR1iApJ2hU/s72-c/IMG_9966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-7800547535358722805</id><published>2011-07-19T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:34:13.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and First Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-biBqJB8ZK-A/TiWFI4sb2BI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8LdGAtvoR5Q/s1600/IMG_9940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-biBqJB8ZK-A/TiWFI4sb2BI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8LdGAtvoR5Q/s320/IMG_9940.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/13 - Spencer is such a great big  brother.  He loves playing with his little sisters and little brother.   Amelia wanted to have a horsey ride and I wasn't feeling up to it so he  let her hop on his back and carried her back and forth across the house  until he was too tired to do it anymore.  I was shocked he made it all  the way once and was quite amazed when he kept going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eR2RB8VYr9M/TiWFWormKXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ae1YAix3pME/s1600/IMG_9943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eR2RB8VYr9M/TiWFWormKXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ae1YAix3pME/s320/IMG_9943.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/14 - This kids made this ingenious  yet precarious stack in order to help them climb this tree.  They'd been  trying to climb it before but couldn't quite get up to the bottom  branches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cgq1XUpLF-E/TiWFiNzyicI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0S3NS7bRwCo/s1600/IMG_9944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cgq1XUpLF-E/TiWFiNzyicI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0S3NS7bRwCo/s320/IMG_9944.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/15 - Alex found and applied Aaron's safety glasses.  Pretty cute, huh?  You should see Aaron in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Io8vVMPcuo/TiWFrnpofEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/CF3F5ObPbiw/s1600/IMG_9946.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Io8vVMPcuo/TiWFrnpofEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/CF3F5ObPbiw/s320/IMG_9946.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/15 - Alex has been on the verge of  walking for what seemed like months now.  I was convinced he could do it  if he wanted to.  I was playing with a fork I found on our carpet and  Alex was standing near me.  I could tell he wanted the fork so I told  him to come get it and was surprised when he took three steps and did  just that.  I had to run and get the camera and have him try again which  he did.  Hurray for newly upwardly-mobile Alex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W126R_4KBJM/TiWF3FHMKjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/x3zrG4-jZ5E/s1600/IMG_9947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W126R_4KBJM/TiWF3FHMKjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/x3zrG4-jZ5E/s320/IMG_9947.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/15 - I kept having him walk to me  again and again because it was just so darn fun.  The big three were  having fun with it too and you can see Amelia cheering him on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQpQ7lVX3hY/TiWGCWi595I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mnybhgxCeKU/s1600/IMG_9951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQpQ7lVX3hY/TiWGCWi595I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mnybhgxCeKU/s320/IMG_9951.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/15 - Eventually interest in the fork  faded and I had to use his Woody doll as bait.  It worked too!  However,  it's difficult to hold a Woody doll, take a picture, and coax on a baby  at the same time.  Thus, his little head is not all in the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kY61mOcLTrI/TiWGeNdeTsI/AAAAAAAAARE/96JfsGm9i18/s1600/IMG_9964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kY61mOcLTrI/TiWGeNdeTsI/AAAAAAAAARE/96JfsGm9i18/s320/IMG_9964.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/16 - For all four of the kids we've  went out for ice cream to celebrate when they first walked.  It was  nearly bed time and Aaron was at work so we saved Alex's ice cream for  the next day and we went to the Dairy Queen down the street.  He got a  Strawberry sundae and loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv8w5QQZU8A/TiWGU2iRuGI/AAAAAAAAARA/bnVagocxsSs/s1600/IMG_9961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv8w5QQZU8A/TiWGU2iRuGI/AAAAAAAAARA/bnVagocxsSs/s320/IMG_9961.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/16 - Here he's telling me to stop taking pictures and give him more sundae.  Poor mom just had to capture this fun tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HP3tNqyqaKM/TiWGLlusODI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CYDSJJzWimQ/s1600/IMG_9956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HP3tNqyqaKM/TiWGLlusODI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CYDSJJzWimQ/s320/IMG_9956.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/16 - He decided on a little self-serve while I snagged just one more shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-7800547535358722805?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7800547535358722805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=7800547535358722805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/7800547535358722805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/7800547535358722805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-and-first-steps.html' title='Fun and First Steps'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-biBqJB8ZK-A/TiWFI4sb2BI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8LdGAtvoR5Q/s72-c/IMG_9940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-3711265435673729698</id><published>2011-07-09T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T20:33:40.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SummerFest</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3vhewTawbPs/ThjsOZS7w8I/AAAAAAAAAPU/1wR-7_MQQUI/s1600/DSC07618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3vhewTawbPs/ThjsOZS7w8I/AAAAAAAAAPU/1wR-7_MQQUI/s320/DSC07618.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - It's that time of year again,  Ankeny SummerFest!  As per our tradition we went over to the Wagner's  house and enjoyed a wonderful feast while we waited for the parade to  start.  We went down the street to a spot they staked out the night  before and got there just in time to see the start of the parade with a  police car.  The kids flopped right down on a blanket with Miya,  Spencer, and Amelia in the middle with Wagner-kid end caps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGwerr78MPs/ThjsSNH7UJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vGE_0zzYAFk/s1600/DSC07619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGwerr78MPs/ThjsSNH7UJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vGE_0zzYAFk/s320/DSC07619.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - Aaron and Alex enjoyed the start of the parade too but Alex couldn't be bothered to look at the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZV3smcIuXg/ThjsWGFOxEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kLSFZWgEL2A/s1600/DSC07623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZV3smcIuXg/ThjsWGFOxEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kLSFZWgEL2A/s320/DSC07623.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - All six of the kids were shouted and pointed at this fancy firetruck.  They loved the lights and the sirens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxLtPIHoys8/ThjsZqFBFPI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Yf7p65e_MBQ/s1600/DSC07624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxLtPIHoys8/ThjsZqFBFPI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Yf7p65e_MBQ/s320/DSC07624.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - There was much oohing and aahing when this tractor went by.  It was so tall and impressive as it drove by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4tZ4B5MdpRw/ThjsgyUshhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/X0SUkdSA8-o/s1600/DSC07626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4tZ4B5MdpRw/ThjsgyUshhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/X0SUkdSA8-o/s320/DSC07626.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - Alex was using his amazing powers  of standing during the parade and he loved waving at all the people who  walked by.  I almost captured his wave in the picture but my timing  kept being off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOfZo8FCqJ0/Thjsk98uTsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pEJh0leS90w/s1600/DSC07628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOfZo8FCqJ0/Thjsk98uTsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pEJh0leS90w/s320/DSC07628.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - Amelia looked so cute in her new  hat courtesy of Faith and I loved that I didn't have to worry about her  head burning as it often does with her super-blond hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0zUm2h3Iuw/ThjsnhRErdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6DEmLTqs2eY/s1600/DSC07631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0zUm2h3Iuw/ThjsnhRErdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6DEmLTqs2eY/s320/DSC07631.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - Spencer thought this float was  the best one there.  It was quite impressive with the lightning and the  fire in the top which actually wiggled as it passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tXIkyJZgBSM/ThjsvGHhqxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hurJ9VgDK1U/s1600/DSC07632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tXIkyJZgBSM/ThjsvGHhqxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hurJ9VgDK1U/s320/DSC07632.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - Amelia's Mr. T impression.  She collected every necklace that she could and put them right on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zj5rLAhVQ4/Thjs15G5irI/AAAAAAAAAP0/f1sR7tFFZ7Q/s1600/DSC07634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zj5rLAhVQ4/Thjs15G5irI/AAAAAAAAAP0/f1sR7tFFZ7Q/s320/DSC07634.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - People kept giving candy right to  Alex.  Not just tossing it in his general direction but actually  handing it too him.  I guess it pays to be cute and small.  He had a  really hard time getting them open and tried with this one for about 10  minutes, even using his teeth, before he gave up.&amp;nbsp; We did give him a piece of candy for his efforts, just not that one because it was too big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7zwd0JK1gq8/Thjs9JcoACI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PJqC6X6zH-U/s1600/DSC07637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7zwd0JK1gq8/Thjs9JcoACI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PJqC6X6zH-U/s320/DSC07637.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - The bubble machine on this  trailer was a big hit with my kids.  They went a little far without even  knowing because they were so captured by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I9UUvJN-TzU/ThjtEkf83HI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GPb_h0NJ1vY/s1600/DSC07639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I9UUvJN-TzU/ThjtEkf83HI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GPb_h0NJ1vY/s320/DSC07639.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - The float for a doggie daycare  was Miya favorite.  It doesn't get any better than a bunch of dogs  walking by.  After they passed she asked Aaron, "Can we go to a doggie  daycare sometime?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaYL6Pffs8U/ThjtJtRFcpI/AAAAAAAAAQA/di8bMz2e3V0/s1600/DSC07642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaYL6Pffs8U/ThjtJtRFcpI/AAAAAAAAAQA/di8bMz2e3V0/s320/DSC07642.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - The doggie daycare people passed  out doggie treats for a snack.  We don't have a dog but Miya didn't let  that phase her.  She noticed this cute dog at the beginning of the  parade and was snuggling it intermittently the entire time.  She  instantly though of it when she found the dog treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c85vNPUNH6Q/ThjtNeCfg3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/YpUHLPOCRjc/s1600/DSC07643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c85vNPUNH6Q/ThjtNeCfg3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/YpUHLPOCRjc/s320/DSC07643.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - We went to the carnival and let  the kids go on one ride.  They all picked the bounce castle and our  group were the only ones on it which made it more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1aG-_X1hH4I/ThjtRER_q_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/mjI5YobObJA/s1600/DSC07645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1aG-_X1hH4I/ThjtRER_q_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/mjI5YobObJA/s320/DSC07645.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - Miya liked the slide but spent nearly all of her time inside bouncing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GL6ipVIwOyo/ThjtUvmCZGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7px1sG63300/s1600/DSC07646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GL6ipVIwOyo/ThjtUvmCZGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7px1sG63300/s320/DSC07646.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - Amelia didn't like the bouncing and spent nearly all her time sliding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvJFfIMKA-g/Thjta-YWLoI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AeUYGSyKsTE/s1600/DSC07648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvJFfIMKA-g/Thjta-YWLoI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AeUYGSyKsTE/s320/DSC07648.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - I love this picture of her!  The  face is just priceless on Faith's daughter.  For the record I do know  her name but Faith doesn't like them put on the internet and I totally  respect that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IwkHsXxO1WU/ThjtdzSMSFI/AAAAAAAAAQU/eulZdQa1S94/s1600/DSC07653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IwkHsXxO1WU/ThjtdzSMSFI/AAAAAAAAAQU/eulZdQa1S94/s320/DSC07653.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - Amelia was having a hard time in  the bounce house but her best friend Spencer helped her go down the  slide and she loved it.  He's such a good helper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sen8vY4rklk/Thjthy_WWZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WMifbitE4KY/s1600/DSC07656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sen8vY4rklk/Thjthy_WWZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WMifbitE4KY/s320/DSC07656.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - Amelia, Faith's daughter, and  Spencer went down the slide together.  They barely fit and Amelia ended  up falling behind.  Spencer was very popular with "Monkey" who held his  hand the whole walk to the carnival and was squeezing so tight he  couldn't get away despite his many repeated efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1joI7X5AxMU/ThjtozsvvHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ikxs05k0hHk/s1600/DSC07657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1joI7X5AxMU/ThjtozsvvHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ikxs05k0hHk/s320/DSC07657.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - The men and kids went to the  cardboard regatta while the Mom's got some quiet time together.  We  joined them for one race before my family had to leave in order to get  Aaron to work on time.  Faith's brother joined us with his two girls  right before we left for the Carnival.  It's not the best picture ever  but I was about to fall into the pond and it's what I could come up  with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YcQpM892eA/ThjtwEVOIcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FsAYZGWzOHQ/s1600/DSC07658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YcQpM892eA/ThjtwEVOIcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FsAYZGWzOHQ/s320/DSC07658.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/9 - The racing cardboard boats were  pretty awesome to watch.  Some of them fell apart rather quickly but  others made it all the way around and back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-3711265435673729698?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3711265435673729698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=3711265435673729698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/3711265435673729698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/3711265435673729698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/summerfest.html' title='SummerFest'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3vhewTawbPs/ThjsOZS7w8I/AAAAAAAAAPU/1wR-7_MQQUI/s72-c/DSC07618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-6839668636796464890</id><published>2011-07-08T10:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T10:23:51.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex on the Verge of Walking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RNW0PKgYBFc/ThcfUr2Xk6I/AAAAAAAAD2U/SGRqCVHvrJE/s1600/DSC07602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RNW0PKgYBFc/ThcfUr2Xk6I/AAAAAAAAD2U/SGRqCVHvrJE/s320/DSC07602.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7/7 - Alex loves his siblings and seems  to do more skills for them then he does for his parents.  Usually when I  try to get him to practice walking he goes limp noodle on me and crawls  but for Spencer he walked from one side of the house to the other and  they were both really excited about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vw2eVGqxMAM/Thcfb-uFwAI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/7M8ZRJ78oP8/s1600/DSC07604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vw2eVGqxMAM/Thcfb-uFwAI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/7M8ZRJ78oP8/s320/DSC07604.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7/7 - The big kids wanted to see if  they could each hold a hand and he would do it again.  Sure enough again  he went from one side of the house to the other holding Spencer and  Miya's hands.  They were all pretty excited that it worked.&amp;nbsp; A few more laps like that and he might be able to do it on his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7fAvhDbRj5w/ThcfjAEMSeI/AAAAAAAAD2c/G-0_dU39b8w/s1600/DSC07605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7fAvhDbRj5w/ThcfjAEMSeI/AAAAAAAAD2c/G-0_dU39b8w/s320/DSC07605.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7/7 - The kids decided to use Alex's  new skill of "walking" to play ring around the rosie.  He did really  well with them and even managed walking in a circle without difficulty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RwCOeq4zwsA/ThcfvSqV-tI/AAAAAAAAD2g/PCQnFtPfJm0/s1600/DSC07610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RwCOeq4zwsA/ThcfvSqV-tI/AAAAAAAAD2g/PCQnFtPfJm0/s320/DSC07610.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7/7 - And they all fall down!  I appreciate how Alex is loving Miya's hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_8gd9uFgBo/Thcf8Rgz8hI/AAAAAAAAD2k/XYMFMpTnmjY/s1600/DSC07615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_8gd9uFgBo/Thcf8Rgz8hI/AAAAAAAAD2k/XYMFMpTnmjY/s320/DSC07615.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7/7 - For the past two weeks or so Alex  has started to stand on his own randomly.  He doesn't hold on to  anything he just stands there.  He's getting pretty good at it and is  become less wobbly.  Next step - walking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-6839668636796464890?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6839668636796464890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=6839668636796464890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6839668636796464890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6839668636796464890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/alex-on-verge-of-walking.html' title='Alex on the Verge of Walking!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856794934610019449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_d7ENWJB3ZHg/R-UpmIdIUaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/hgVoHxldzsU/S220/Penguin+Hat+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RNW0PKgYBFc/ThcfUr2Xk6I/AAAAAAAAD2U/SGRqCVHvrJE/s72-c/DSC07602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-4589856222313808465</id><published>2011-07-08T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T10:05:57.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qf8xPRX1wE/ThcXw5104RI/AAAAAAAAD0s/WyMHNtKANCU/s1600/DSC07496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qf8xPRX1wE/ThcXw5104RI/AAAAAAAAD0s/WyMHNtKANCU/s320/DSC07496.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/3 - We kicked off our Fourth of July  celebration by watching the fireworks in Slater.  They started at 10pm  which worried me because my kids go to bed at 8pm but surprisingly they  all made it there happy and kept happy the whole time.  We took a group  picture as we waited for the fireworks to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hRtqfgNBTE4/ThcX1TsW0zI/AAAAAAAAD0w/v2dZe09BcEk/s1600/DSC07510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hRtqfgNBTE4/ThcX1TsW0zI/AAAAAAAAD0w/v2dZe09BcEk/s320/DSC07510.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/3 - I love the picture of Amelia  silhouetted in the firework.  You can even see her adorable pigtails.  I  got the idea off a website that told me how to take firework picture,  it really helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdzTw9rdEE8/ThcUjT1MPuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/7ixsyKq-72g/s1600/IMG_9914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdzTw9rdEE8/ThcUjT1MPuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/7ixsyKq-72g/s320/IMG_9914.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/3 - My awesome camera has a firework  mode.  Best thing ever invented if you ask me.  It did all the settings  for me and all I had to do was point the camera and hold it still for a  few seconds while it took some pretty wonderful shots.  I love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zsLCx9BUss8/ThcUslbH4GI/AAAAAAAAAPE/l55tNoWAErw/s1600/IMG_9917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zsLCx9BUss8/ThcUslbH4GI/AAAAAAAAAPE/l55tNoWAErw/s320/IMG_9917.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/3 - More fancy fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sR14UuHHxQ/ThcU203v4LI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tpC-TsQ1Psk/s1600/IMG_9920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sR14UuHHxQ/ThcU203v4LI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tpC-TsQ1Psk/s320/IMG_9920.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/3 - Slater fireworks again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-gLIEn0fQ4/ThcVAFCQ7KI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1oRJaD4EfAI/s1600/IMG_9921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-gLIEn0fQ4/ThcVAFCQ7KI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1oRJaD4EfAI/s320/IMG_9921.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/3 - I really love the sparkle ones at the bottom of this shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5_EMvQxWDY/ThcVKgBg7DI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/duDjDTEDNGI/s1600/IMG_9922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5_EMvQxWDY/ThcVKgBg7DI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/duDjDTEDNGI/s320/IMG_9922.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/3 - So fancy firework!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cgq171k8878/ThcX62v4XcI/AAAAAAAAD00/1oYE5wiYn5o/s1600/DSC07531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cgq171k8878/ThcX62v4XcI/AAAAAAAAD00/1oYE5wiYn5o/s320/DSC07531.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - As per our Fourth of July  tradition we have a fire and make s'mores.  We also decided to cook our  hot dogs on a fire this year too.  Alex was on standby waiting for the  fire to get started and poking a stick at the dirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w90theQQYvI/ThcX_gmXD1I/AAAAAAAAD04/uGdQQo9M-eY/s1600/DSC07532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w90theQQYvI/ThcX_gmXD1I/AAAAAAAAD04/uGdQQo9M-eY/s320/DSC07532.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Aaron loves to start fires with  road flares.  It's actually quite effective and really fast.  I love how  Amelia has her hands on her face.  The smoke kept getting in her eyes  but she still wanted to see what was going on so she would cover her  eyes and them peek out before covering them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zhfyLY2E1LI/ThcYFpFcm-I/AAAAAAAAD08/HJaXUMS6D-0/s1600/DSC07533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zhfyLY2E1LI/ThcYFpFcm-I/AAAAAAAAD08/HJaXUMS6D-0/s320/DSC07533.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Everyone was gathered around  watching Aaron build the fire.  Alex was the most impressed and he kept  trying to get me to look at the fire instead of at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwsVXsqBUag/ThcYLplXVhI/AAAAAAAAD1A/74UHQaPagMs/s1600/DSC07535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwsVXsqBUag/ThcYLplXVhI/AAAAAAAAD1A/74UHQaPagMs/s320/DSC07535.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - I got a picture of my four festively dressed kids while Aaron was still building the fire.  They look so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mH_hRdgu6ik/ThcYTQzKddI/AAAAAAAAD1E/QqpLhzAWNKM/s1600/DSC07543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mH_hRdgu6ik/ThcYTQzKddI/AAAAAAAAD1E/QqpLhzAWNKM/s320/DSC07543.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Spencer and Miya were struggling  with cooking their hot dogs on the fire.  They were afraid of getting  burnt so they didn't want to get too close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MlEFvXNv_2Y/ThcYak_fU8I/AAAAAAAAD1I/BoFDb9mq9G4/s1600/DSC07547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MlEFvXNv_2Y/ThcYak_fU8I/AAAAAAAAD1I/BoFDb9mq9G4/s320/DSC07547.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Amelia loved the idea of cooking  her hot doggie on the fire.  She waved it around a lot in an attempt to  get it fully in the flames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jETBLfRpiWA/ThcYeqNERoI/AAAAAAAAD1M/9mbZlZsh93Q/s1600/DSC07549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jETBLfRpiWA/ThcYeqNERoI/AAAAAAAAD1M/9mbZlZsh93Q/s320/DSC07549.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - In the end the fire cooking was  taking way too long for my kids interest level and I didn't want to sit  there holding the sticks over the fire so Aaron ended up putting them on  the grill.  Good idea and much faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUe-dK5938/ThcYk-7ZcEI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/6YMHeU3gsyM/s1600/DSC07551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUe-dK5938/ThcYk-7ZcEI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/6YMHeU3gsyM/s320/DSC07551.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - We had a picnic outside to  further the celebration.  We all loved it except Miya who would freak  out any time a bug came near her, or her food, or her plate.  It was  funny to watch her yell, "an ant!" at the teeny tiniest little bug ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--8bAbs_Dkus/ThcYrv7aF4I/AAAAAAAAD1U/WbOrBNRJ2Qc/s1600/DSC07553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--8bAbs_Dkus/ThcYrv7aF4I/AAAAAAAAD1U/WbOrBNRJ2Qc/s320/DSC07553.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Since our first fourth together  Aaron's always started the sparklers with a road flare.  This year was  no exception.  Alex was instantly taken with the flare and didn't cry at  all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYgAOscs8No/ThcYw0s-cFI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/9LB2WNEH8ls/s1600/DSC07555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYgAOscs8No/ThcYw0s-cFI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/9LB2WNEH8ls/s320/DSC07555.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Miya was very brave with her sparkler this year and loved waving it around in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wa9scURRrOU/ThcY09SAz8I/AAAAAAAAD1c/SHHXogkvMYI/s1600/DSC07558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wa9scURRrOU/ThcY09SAz8I/AAAAAAAAD1c/SHHXogkvMYI/s320/DSC07558.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Amelia was really excited about  her sparkler.  She was hopping up and down when I told her she could  have one and loved waving it around too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6DwCNr6IOJs/ThcY8NHihSI/AAAAAAAAD1g/kUIrgRmg6IY/s1600/DSC07560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6DwCNr6IOJs/ThcY8NHihSI/AAAAAAAAD1g/kUIrgRmg6IY/s320/DSC07560.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Spencer loved the gold sparks but  was really worried that it was going to "catch me on fire!"  I  reassured him that it was okay but he still held it pretty far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RYCmPWXUy68/ThcZD9XGULI/AAAAAAAAD1k/fsjdjbKdMSY/s1600/DSC07564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RYCmPWXUy68/ThcZD9XGULI/AAAAAAAAD1k/fsjdjbKdMSY/s320/DSC07564.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Alex got to hold his own sparkler  this year and I don't know who was more excited.  He was waving it  around a giggling and so was I.  At one point he decided to switch hands  and that was a little scary but we both made it unscathed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_lW0NmkdHA/ThcZL1zM3iI/AAAAAAAAD1o/ngCeWWYRpPo/s1600/DSC07566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_lW0NmkdHA/ThcZL1zM3iI/AAAAAAAAD1o/ngCeWWYRpPo/s320/DSC07566.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Aaron and the kids took their  picture with the huge sparklers we got this year.  Since we can only do  really simple fireworks in Iowa we thought it'd be fun to branch out and  get the big ones.  It was nice because they lasted forever.  I didn't  have to constantly be lighting something for someone to hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDUyx7xTxJE/ThcZO8eyy2I/AAAAAAAAD1s/Yt0kMOQzi2Y/s1600/DSC07570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDUyx7xTxJE/ThcZO8eyy2I/AAAAAAAAD1s/Yt0kMOQzi2Y/s320/DSC07570.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - It was fun to get a picture by  myself and to hold a big sparkler.  They really lasted for a long time  and were totally worth the extra money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RvEre3ctmQI/ThcZSvauUVI/AAAAAAAAD1w/SvFF0LkC7Tk/s1600/DSC07572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RvEre3ctmQI/ThcZSvauUVI/AAAAAAAAD1w/SvFF0LkC7Tk/s320/DSC07572.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Sassy Miya was dancing as she waved her sparkler around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdGiNJW-8n8/ThcZZe9xadI/AAAAAAAAD10/wWHhTULtdm8/s1600/DSC07573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdGiNJW-8n8/ThcZZe9xadI/AAAAAAAAD10/wWHhTULtdm8/s320/DSC07573.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Spencer liked the big sparklers better because he could hold them further from him without really trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVRmOArbI4Y/ThcZhIRSgBI/AAAAAAAAD14/PHXCHwkffTo/s1600/DSC07574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVRmOArbI4Y/ThcZhIRSgBI/AAAAAAAAD14/PHXCHwkffTo/s320/DSC07574.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Amelia had a sassy pose with her sparkler and was so excited to have free reign with it this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b3_9c5xwFm4/ThcZo0a4nwI/AAAAAAAAD18/Zc7ep9hp9Co/s1600/DSC07576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b3_9c5xwFm4/ThcZo0a4nwI/AAAAAAAAD18/Zc7ep9hp9Co/s320/DSC07576.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - The best tradition we ever  started was to cook S'mores on the fourth.  We all love them and we are  lucky enough to be able to build a fire in our own yard. - which is  looking awfully jungle like in this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjWKAbZCwIo/ThcZwuYO3WI/AAAAAAAAD2A/flIXwRoMxyA/s1600/DSC07580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjWKAbZCwIo/ThcZwuYO3WI/AAAAAAAAD2A/flIXwRoMxyA/s320/DSC07580.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Happy guy Spencer was all about his s'more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PFoU_kl1m_s/ThcZ3ymo-_I/AAAAAAAAD2E/Xq-GbEQK8hA/s1600/DSC07581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PFoU_kl1m_s/ThcZ3ymo-_I/AAAAAAAAD2E/Xq-GbEQK8hA/s320/DSC07581.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Miya didn't think I was taking the picture fast enough she just wanted to bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yGagnmURY0/ThcZ-yxmZGI/AAAAAAAAD2I/EjOCs7BnlHQ/s1600/DSC07582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yGagnmURY0/ThcZ-yxmZGI/AAAAAAAAD2I/EjOCs7BnlHQ/s320/DSC07582.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - I adore the picture of Amelia with her s'more.  She's such a cutie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WLdR9oEHF-Y/ThcaGiLspnI/AAAAAAAAD2M/wv71bbnKwuA/s1600/DSC07584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WLdR9oEHF-Y/ThcaGiLspnI/AAAAAAAAD2M/wv71bbnKwuA/s320/DSC07584.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - Alex didn't get a s'more this  year.  I didn't want to even think about the mess he would make with it  so we just gave him a graham cracker and he didn't know what he was  missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq7s9P_Wd8o/ThcaOvob6_I/AAAAAAAAD2Q/hW99oueLdkw/s1600/DSC07588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq7s9P_Wd8o/ThcaOvob6_I/AAAAAAAAD2Q/hW99oueLdkw/s320/DSC07588.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;7/4 - I like roasting marshmallows, I think it's a lot of fun to watch them cook and to sit over the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-4589856222313808465?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4589856222313808465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=4589856222313808465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/4589856222313808465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/4589856222313808465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qf8xPRX1wE/ThcXw5104RI/AAAAAAAAD0s/WyMHNtKANCU/s72-c/DSC07496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-1721290980465053558</id><published>2011-07-08T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:27:43.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sIRTEOYd5pY/ThcRsVGsQCI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TrZwR1piWlk/s1600/IMG_9816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sIRTEOYd5pY/ThcRsVGsQCI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TrZwR1piWlk/s320/IMG_9816.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;6/19 - A few years ago I took pictures  of Aaron with each of his kids on Father's day and loved them.  When I  noticed he didn't have any pictures of the big three and him since then  and that he didn't have one of just him and Alex since just after Alex  was born I decided to revive that tradition this year.  Thinking about  it more I probably don't have any pictures of him with one kid because  he's always surrounded by all of them.  Today, like most days.  He had  both babies on his lap and a big kid on either side.  They sure love  their Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and Aaron look so handsome!  Alex is hands-down  a daddy's boy.  When Aaron even just leaves the room it's cause for  tears, which he doesn't do when I leave the room until Dad isn't home.   He even said "dada" months before he said "mama."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XmDFBaFnzhc/ThcR35iEm4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/1Gkuw4fL4fo/s1600/IMG_9817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XmDFBaFnzhc/ThcR35iEm4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/1Gkuw4fL4fo/s320/IMG_9817.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;6/19 - Amelia and Aaron in their first  picture alone (that I noticed) in two years.  Amelia loves her daddy  especially because he gives into her so easily and with a smile or a  "pity peese" she gets whatever she wants.  He's also great for snuggles  and reading books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGra6X7Jje4/ThcSEQ4NRbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/kgmQ9mKiI6E/s1600/IMG_9818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGra6X7Jje4/ThcSEQ4NRbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/kgmQ9mKiI6E/s320/IMG_9818.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;6/19 - The way Miya is all nestled in  says it all in this one.  She can often be found sitting on Dad's lap or  right next to him.  She loves to snuggle and nap with him during the  babies' nap time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HclAJ9j1vj8/ThcSV5YUySI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IJKe53jnw8Y/s1600/IMG_9819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HclAJ9j1vj8/ThcSV5YUySI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IJKe53jnw8Y/s320/IMG_9819.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;6/19 - This fun picture totally  embodies the relationship these too have.  It's all about fun!  Whether  it's playing together, coloring, or making cool things with Legos and  Trios they have fun together.  Even cooking is fun with these two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-1721290980465053558?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1721290980465053558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=1721290980465053558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/1721290980465053558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/1721290980465053558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sIRTEOYd5pY/ThcRsVGsQCI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TrZwR1piWlk/s72-c/IMG_9816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-5596406198927185699</id><published>2011-07-08T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:15:54.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOmV2osLzx8/ThcI_U-v9qI/AAAAAAAAAOo/86zjF8HPG8Y/s1600/staticmap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOmV2osLzx8/ThcI_U-v9qI/AAAAAAAAAOo/86zjF8HPG8Y/s1600/staticmap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;5/30 - 6/12 - The path of our two week  road trip took us through eight states and about 3,200 miles.  Most of  the driving time went really well and Alex, whose usually gets car sick,  didn't get sick once the whole trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;For the first week of our trip we took the northern route and saw some of the Kruse side of the family.&amp;nbsp; Our first stop was to Mount Rushmore.&amp;nbsp; Then we went to Yellowstone for two days.&amp;nbsp; Finally we ended up in Rexburg, ID to visit with my brother and his family.&amp;nbsp; There were too many pictures (107) to upload to the blog but here is the link to them on facebook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150221670156121.305622.589376120&amp;amp;l=74306c3c76&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt; The second week of the trip we went to Utah to see the sights and visit Aaron's brother Steven and his new wife.&amp;nbsp; Then we went to visit Aaron's parents at their home in Southern Colorado and ended that leg with a visit to his sister Rebecca in Denver.&amp;nbsp; There were even more pictures from this half (180) so I have a link for them too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150221704886121.305637.589376120&amp;amp;l=ac05c0f77a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;Overall it was a great trip and I'd definitely think about doing a road trip again.&amp;nbsp; We got to see a lot of family and had a vacation jam packed with fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-5596406198927185699?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5596406198927185699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=5596406198927185699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/5596406198927185699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/5596406198927185699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/road-trip-2011.html' title='Road Trip 2011'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOmV2osLzx8/ThcI_U-v9qI/AAAAAAAAAOo/86zjF8HPG8Y/s72-c/staticmap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-7496882400161009765</id><published>2011-07-08T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:36:40.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidey Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AksZu4_EApU/ThcHMHpNm8I/AAAAAAAAAOk/cfSWVlTyiJ0/s1600/IMG_9002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AksZu4_EApU/ThcHMHpNm8I/AAAAAAAAAOk/cfSWVlTyiJ0/s320/IMG_9002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;5/25 - Spencer finished his last day of  Kindergarten and to celebrate he asked if they could sleep downstairs.   I was worried that they might not sleep but as it was the first night  of Summer vacation I let them and they sure were happy.  They all fit,  more or less, on the "hidey bed" (as Amelia calls it) and had a good  night.  Their sleeping bags were slippery so at one point Miya slid off  but I came down and helped her back on with her head on the other end so  she had more room.  They slept longer down there than they usually did  upstairs and I got to sleep in, happy first day of Summer break to all  of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-7496882400161009765?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7496882400161009765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=7496882400161009765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/7496882400161009765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/7496882400161009765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/07/hidey-bed.html' title='Hidey Bed'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AksZu4_EApU/ThcHMHpNm8I/AAAAAAAAAOk/cfSWVlTyiJ0/s72-c/IMG_9002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-6102163680320219774</id><published>2011-05-23T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:40:54.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up A "Mountain" Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WnMPW8pDmI/TdrpaY8INPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/L2LWDB5o4zg/s1600/IMG_8979.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WnMPW8pDmI/TdrpaY8INPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/L2LWDB5o4zg/s320/IMG_8979.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/23 - Miya got a fabulous new haircut today.&amp;nbsp; Since her last haircut was about 2.5 years ago this was a big deal.&amp;nbsp; She got it layered and a bunch of length cut off (probably 8").&amp;nbsp; It was also layered around her face so it wouldn't go in her mouth and get in her food, which was one of our biggest problems.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I asked where she wanted to pose for her picture and she ran to and climbed the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLhKRPJs5D8/Tdrpl78NqQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zUR_Rel8Sig/s1600/IMG_8984.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLhKRPJs5D8/Tdrpl78NqQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zUR_Rel8Sig/s320/IMG_8984.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/23 - Another cute shot of Miya modeling her new haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nww2Vmg-BfM/Tdrp0OJfwkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0OwmFrAqM8Q/s1600/IMG_8991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nww2Vmg-BfM/Tdrp0OJfwkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0OwmFrAqM8Q/s320/IMG_8991.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/23 - Alex has hated the grass a lot.&amp;nbsp; He would cry whenever it would touch him and while he loved being outside he hated being put down.&amp;nbsp; Even yesterday he was crying when we were out in the grass.&amp;nbsp; Aaron put him down and he was happy as a clam.&amp;nbsp; He'd run his fingers though the grass and even crawled around a little bit.&amp;nbsp; Hurray for outdoor fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_TY-07ogCbA/Tdrp_-0MqFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/bW5PXxHENHk/s1600/IMG_8992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_TY-07ogCbA/Tdrp_-0MqFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/bW5PXxHENHk/s320/IMG_8992.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/23 - We want for a while on the town trail.&amp;nbsp; We've been on it several times but always went the other way.&amp;nbsp; Today we went East and it was a lot more exciting.&amp;nbsp; There were two bridges, one over train tracks and one over a river.&amp;nbsp; We climbed this little incline and the big two were convinced it was a mountain.&amp;nbsp; When we got to the top Spencer said, "Look how high up we are and look how small the car is!"&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to show them what real mountains look like on our road trip this Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DvFT5yL7r3U/TdrqLgOOZgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/LUlHP6VZr0o/s1600/IMG_8994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DvFT5yL7r3U/TdrqLgOOZgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/LUlHP6VZr0o/s320/IMG_8994.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/23 - Spencer noticed that there were a bunch of trees lining the path.&amp;nbsp; He said, "That's a forest.&amp;nbsp; There are wolves in the forest.&amp;nbsp; I'll watch out for the wolves and yell if I see one coming!"&amp;nbsp; He was as good as his word and watched out for us on our whole walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RESiRgQJ1-o/TdrqW6oV09I/AAAAAAAAAOc/7SvJAu9LV0Y/s1600/IMG_8995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RESiRgQJ1-o/TdrqW6oV09I/AAAAAAAAAOc/7SvJAu9LV0Y/s320/IMG_8995.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/23 - We told them they could run as far and as fast as they wanted.&amp;nbsp; They couldn't contain themselves.&amp;nbsp; Amelia runs with her whole body and I just love it.&amp;nbsp; She's not as fast as the big two but she makes up for it in cuteness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJUt-rhgTJM/TdrqinB2BcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oEF6vf1qTms/s1600/IMG_8996.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJUt-rhgTJM/TdrqinB2BcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oEF6vf1qTms/s320/IMG_8996.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/23 - The second bridge over the river.&amp;nbsp; They loved watching it and looking around at the trees.&amp;nbsp; On the way back to the car a train went under us on the train bridge.&amp;nbsp; It was fun to see the top of one and to get the kids so close.&amp;nbsp; We were all hot and pretty tired and Spencer suggested we go to "Dairy Cream" to cool off.&amp;nbsp; It had been a while so we thought why not.&amp;nbsp; It was fun but the guy who rang us up was the worst ever.&amp;nbsp; We told him we wanted three sundaes one strawberry, one blueberry, and one hot fudge.&amp;nbsp; He gave us one with all three toppings and charged us extra for it.&amp;nbsp; It was difficult to end up with what we wanted but we had fun and enjoyed yummy ice cream to cool us off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-6102163680320219774?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6102163680320219774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=6102163680320219774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6102163680320219774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6102163680320219774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/523-miya-got-fabulous-new-haircut-today.html' title='Up A &quot;Mountain&quot; Trail'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WnMPW8pDmI/TdrpaY8INPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/L2LWDB5o4zg/s72-c/IMG_8979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-6902013546925209921</id><published>2011-05-09T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:20:15.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZNSw-jxNts/Tcis9nug3SI/AAAAAAAAAN0/rhiJPzDJcPw/s1600/IMG_8933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZNSw-jxNts/Tcis9nug3SI/AAAAAAAAAN0/rhiJPzDJcPw/s320/IMG_8933.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/8 - I came down Mother's Day morning and found all these beautiful  pictures colored just for me!  It is the only thing I asked for but not  the only thing I got (my Aaron spoils me).  I love each and every one.   Apparently they all worked for days on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZJ02jCQY/TcitIECPaSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bpWfpCFasJQ/s1600/IMG_8936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZJ02jCQY/TcitIECPaSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bpWfpCFasJQ/s320/IMG_8936.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/8 - My favorite Mother's day tradition is to get pictures with each  one of my kids.  I love this one with Alex and he was excited to sit on  the tree.  Whenever Alex sits next to me he rests his little hand on my  leg.  I LOVE it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Onb9oU0eSkI/TcitVpl7FPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zRYDKaeLm1o/s1600/IMG_8942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Onb9oU0eSkI/TcitVpl7FPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zRYDKaeLm1o/s320/IMG_8942.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/8 - Miya and I.  She is so snuggly and lovey I just can't get enough.   Her favorite thing is watching shows with me tucked under a blanket  all snuggled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-an3nuDk9UOk/TcitiHGUbnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/o1d9sOqFljU/s1600/IMG_8947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-an3nuDk9UOk/TcitiHGUbnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/o1d9sOqFljU/s320/IMG_8947.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/8 - Spencer and I look crazy alike in this one.  He loves to draw me  pictures of all kinds of things.  They always have a heart drawn on them  somewhere too, "to show that I love you!'  He especially likes to draw  me pictures when I'm sad because he knows it always cheers me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9r4OJnjGDI/TcittzbUW_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/c33MZ8y4_Bc/s1600/IMG_8954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9r4OJnjGDI/TcittzbUW_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/c33MZ8y4_Bc/s320/IMG_8954.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/8 - Me and Amelia with her super-cheesy grin.  She shares my love of candy and always makes sure I get a piece when she does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-6902013546925209921?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6902013546925209921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=6902013546925209921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6902013546925209921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6902013546925209921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZNSw-jxNts/Tcis9nug3SI/AAAAAAAAAN0/rhiJPzDJcPw/s72-c/IMG_8933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-1652920826982026324</id><published>2011-05-05T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T19:32:46.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up A Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-1ic3IeSLQ/TcM_sQcAPQI/AAAAAAAAANo/-lU1WED88NA/s1600/IMG_8928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-1ic3IeSLQ/TcM_sQcAPQI/AAAAAAAAANo/-lU1WED88NA/s320/IMG_8928.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/4 - My kids decided they were big enough to climb the tree.  They  tried it a little the day before but here they made it so far up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue0DlFHsL4o/TcM_2ld1KjI/AAAAAAAAANs/NG-W1sJB8Fw/s1600/IMG_8930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue0DlFHsL4o/TcM_2ld1KjI/AAAAAAAAANs/NG-W1sJB8Fw/s320/IMG_8930.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/4 - Spencer up in the tree.  He was so proud of himself getting up all by himself and he showed Miya how to do it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtP_B7MOEes/TcNAFNpreQI/AAAAAAAAANw/5OiPgqHtQHA/s1600/IMG_8931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtP_B7MOEes/TcNAFNpreQI/AAAAAAAAANw/5OiPgqHtQHA/s320/IMG_8931.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5/4 - Miya was not content to just climb upon the bottom branches.  She  went as high as she could go and notice the no hands as she holds her  flowers?  She climbed up with them and was brave as could be standing on  that branch like she was on the ground.  This girl is crazy!&amp;nbsp; Just so you know Miya's feet here are over my head.&amp;nbsp; I stood upright to take this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-1652920826982026324?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1652920826982026324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=1652920826982026324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/1652920826982026324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/1652920826982026324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/up-tree.html' title='Up A Tree'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-1ic3IeSLQ/TcM_sQcAPQI/AAAAAAAAANo/-lU1WED88NA/s72-c/IMG_8928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-1277405571444502212</id><published>2011-05-01T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T10:36:05.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex: The Big ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IKbUg2eGAVA/Tb1nnLYn0bI/AAAAAAAADzY/KHcDPjwch5g/s1600/IMG_8816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IKbUg2eGAVA/Tb1nnLYn0bI/AAAAAAAADzY/KHcDPjwch5g/s320/IMG_8816.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - Alex's first Birthday was so fun to celebrate.  Many of us were  sick with the flu but we made the best of it and had a lot of fun.  We  blew up twelve balloons (one for each month he's been alive) and let him  at them first thing after he woke up.  He loved chasing them around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vK_hixVhXBc/Tb1nxvCIrGI/AAAAAAAADzc/U0YF-Y31AiQ/s1600/IMG_8828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vK_hixVhXBc/Tb1nxvCIrGI/AAAAAAAADzc/U0YF-Y31AiQ/s320/IMG_8828.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - I like how's he's got this balloon in a choke hold.  I think this was one of the best parts of his day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyO2fEh10vo/Tb1n799MSFI/AAAAAAAADzg/bX0uh5DT39Q/s1600/IMG_8837.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyO2fEh10vo/Tb1n799MSFI/AAAAAAAADzg/bX0uh5DT39Q/s320/IMG_8837.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - I made cinnamon rolls for breakfast and Alex was so excited to  have it on his tray.  After this picture he picked it up and sucked on  it until he realized he could break it up and eat bites.  He loved every  gooey morsel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E40syL0mZpk/Tb1oHMhmIHI/AAAAAAAADzk/y8gpQ1ej0ZI/s1600/IMG_8851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E40syL0mZpk/Tb1oHMhmIHI/AAAAAAAADzk/y8gpQ1ej0ZI/s320/IMG_8851.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - I decided to let Alex help me make his cupcakes.  He always  follows me into the kitchen and grabs and my legs and climbs on stuff to  see.  I think the chef hat is the perfect touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GYRz4EHpq9Y/Tb1oR2EeRwI/AAAAAAAADzo/L2pUnZJF4AY/s1600/IMG_8855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GYRz4EHpq9Y/Tb1oR2EeRwI/AAAAAAAADzo/L2pUnZJF4AY/s320/IMG_8855.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - He was so excited to be helping he kept looking up and smiling at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2WXA4mkulM/Tb1ocmcST6I/AAAAAAAADzs/Ea_wFkiA9-c/s1600/IMG_8858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2WXA4mkulM/Tb1ocmcST6I/AAAAAAAADzs/Ea_wFkiA9-c/s320/IMG_8858.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - Stirring his batter.  He's a professional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5t0GxQ2TMw/Tb1om06aw4I/AAAAAAAADzw/s2B7laBpMMA/s1600/IMG_8860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5t0GxQ2TMw/Tb1om06aw4I/AAAAAAAADzw/s2B7laBpMMA/s320/IMG_8860.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - He was so excited about his presents.  It made me want to buy him things more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggtoh-Gipzk/Tb1owjwRifI/AAAAAAAADz0/C9fvoLg35MM/s1600/IMG_8862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggtoh-Gipzk/Tb1owjwRifI/AAAAAAAADz0/C9fvoLg35MM/s320/IMG_8862.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - While he loved the presents he HATED the wrapping paper.  He  cried when it ripped or crinkled.  He also would not touch it to help me  open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1NqciEuVHLg/Tb1o9uTUSII/AAAAAAAADz4/iqdeecmicSU/s1600/IMG_8866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1NqciEuVHLg/Tb1o9uTUSII/AAAAAAAADz4/iqdeecmicSU/s320/IMG_8866.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - Once freed from the wrapping paper he loved his new puzzles on  the puzzle rack.  Every day he plays with the puzzles we have and now he  has four more to have fun with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gz7Oi_Xny-A/Tb1pLtuG-HI/AAAAAAAADz8/j-EYSAzp55k/s1600/IMG_8875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gz7Oi_Xny-A/Tb1pLtuG-HI/AAAAAAAADz8/j-EYSAzp55k/s320/IMG_8875.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - I thought that the tissue paper would have been better than the  wrapping paper since you just have to pull it out but no such luck.  He  wouldn't touch that either and hating the sounds it made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntkvWTigl6Q/Tb1pWYZ-MVI/AAAAAAAAD0A/GkZlCzkCPiQ/s1600/IMG_8881.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntkvWTigl6Q/Tb1pWYZ-MVI/AAAAAAAAD0A/GkZlCzkCPiQ/s320/IMG_8881.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - He got Buzz Lightyear to go with his Woody from Easter.  He seems  to like it but it doesn't compete with the daddy look-a-like Woody  doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6JHiEuVTSs/Tb1phr_dTnI/AAAAAAAAD0E/z3h7KEKssA4/s1600/IMG_8886.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6JHiEuVTSs/Tb1phr_dTnI/AAAAAAAAD0E/z3h7KEKssA4/s320/IMG_8886.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - We had pizza for dinner, which he loves.  He usually eats a whole  piece by himself.  I typically cut it up but this was more fun for the  picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_EyULADb5dc/Tb1pt-ZW_yI/AAAAAAAAD0I/MRAdLYq02P4/s1600/IMG_8888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_EyULADb5dc/Tb1pt-ZW_yI/AAAAAAAAD0I/MRAdLYq02P4/s320/IMG_8888.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - After our dinner break we opened the last two presents.  He seems  less afraid of the tissue paper this time and was excited to help  extricate his new ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x4VjqfCNnPA/Tb1p6xFlLBI/AAAAAAAAD0M/iaFfQWBc5UM/s1600/IMG_8896.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x4VjqfCNnPA/Tb1p6xFlLBI/AAAAAAAAD0M/iaFfQWBc5UM/s320/IMG_8896.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - Alex loves to play ball with his siblings but especially Amelia.   She gets so excited and claps for him whenever he pushes it toward her.   With her ample encouragement he's become quite adept at this game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fZyzkrRz3zU/Tb1qHcNag-I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/vV-sL2xeV6c/s1600/IMG_8904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fZyzkrRz3zU/Tb1qHcNag-I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/vV-sL2xeV6c/s320/IMG_8904.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - Alex was again content to be on the sidelines with the present  opening.  However, as you can see he was very interested in what was  going to come out of the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0LGWwrC4LE/Tb1qTW7ET6I/AAAAAAAAD0U/wWFD8uXZrh8/s1600/IMG_8907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0LGWwrC4LE/Tb1qTW7ET6I/AAAAAAAAD0U/wWFD8uXZrh8/s320/IMG_8907.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - Inspecting his new toys while munching on Woody's boot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Pm0MDzhOD0/Tb1qfJ6qd0I/AAAAAAAAD0Y/AXTj8cRL4pU/s1600/IMG_8912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Pm0MDzhOD0/Tb1qfJ6qd0I/AAAAAAAAD0Y/AXTj8cRL4pU/s320/IMG_8912.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - Alex LOVES to play trains.  However he's sort of Babyzilla about  it and destroys everything.  He was overjoyed at getting trains of his  own and no one could tell him not to mess them up.  He got so many parts  with this train set.  I love the animals, buildings, and such that it  came with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cY4Ssynmd6k/Tb1qrKzcCKI/AAAAAAAAD0c/XFh220cs5vk/s1600/IMG_8916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cY4Ssynmd6k/Tb1qrKzcCKI/AAAAAAAAD0c/XFh220cs5vk/s320/IMG_8916.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - Sitting on his train track Mr. Chewing on a sign.  He loved it and smiled at me when I told the other kids it was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oKI6lE6s5c/Tb1q1vUL4MI/AAAAAAAAD0g/tF37gjERmYw/s1600/IMG_8917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oKI6lE6s5c/Tb1q1vUL4MI/AAAAAAAAD0g/tF37gjERmYw/s320/IMG_8917.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - Fancy fun cupcake tower.  I love the number one candle too.  He  was very excited about this part.  He especially like when we sang to  him because he's a musical sort.  He tried to touch the little flame and  was not happy with me when I blew it out but safety first, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_cAkcw7aFw/Tb1q9tqvamI/AAAAAAAAD0k/0mvYYnzC1nc/s1600/IMG_8922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_cAkcw7aFw/Tb1q9tqvamI/AAAAAAAAD0k/0mvYYnzC1nc/s320/IMG_8922.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - Inexplicably he was not interested in his cupcake.  He'd be  acting a bit tired and such but I thought that would perk him right up.   He didn't even lick off the chocolate that he got on his hand in this  picture.  Later that night he got quite ill and explained the whole lack  of interest thing.  So, no cake eating pictures this year but I'm sure  he'll be up for it next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2l0TdTGPkYw/Tb1rJqX4KXI/AAAAAAAAD0o/NpvKbZygxic/s1600/IMG_8927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2l0TdTGPkYw/Tb1rJqX4KXI/AAAAAAAAD0o/NpvKbZygxic/s320/IMG_8927.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/29 - He ended his day playing with what I'm sure is his favorite  present - his stack of puzzles.  Maybe it's because he likes to make a  big mess and they are well suited for this endeavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/5880530945852000923-1277405571444502212?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1277405571444502212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=1277405571444502212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/1277405571444502212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/1277405571444502212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/alex-big-one.html' title='Alex: The Big ONE!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856794934610019449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_d7ENWJB3ZHg/R-UpmIdIUaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/hgVoHxldzsU/S220/Penguin+Hat+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IKbUg2eGAVA/Tb1nnLYn0bI/AAAAAAAADzY/KHcDPjwch5g/s72-c/IMG_8816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-462076846003465066</id><published>2011-04-26T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T07:48:56.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9jHReaVaHE/TbYqtLZ4uJI/AAAAAAAAALE/_fp_ChcJ_SA/s1600/IMG_8693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9jHReaVaHE/TbYqtLZ4uJI/AAAAAAAAALE/_fp_ChcJ_SA/s320/IMG_8693.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - HAPPY EASTER!  Here are our baskets all ready to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vR0JspD1jdo/TbYq3Y0ngmI/AAAAAAAAALI/oZEIbSLUzb0/s1600/IMG_8696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vR0JspD1jdo/TbYq3Y0ngmI/AAAAAAAAALI/oZEIbSLUzb0/s320/IMG_8696.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Miya was awed by her new Littlest Pet Shop toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVjQaUh6zD0/TbYrCa0Vu4I/AAAAAAAAALM/ZmRYz-2SQUk/s1600/IMG_8697.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVjQaUh6zD0/TbYrCa0Vu4I/AAAAAAAAALM/ZmRYz-2SQUk/s320/IMG_8697.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Amelia simply adores Dora and came over to love her right away.   It was a while before she noticed the candy in her basket because she  was all about Dora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GbZBI533oQI/TbYrMPKH0-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/GXz3vo5uCd0/s1600/IMG_8698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GbZBI533oQI/TbYrMPKH0-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/GXz3vo5uCd0/s320/IMG_8698.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - She did finally find the candy though and was excited that the eggs had something in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rjVJ9Vl702U/TbYrXsbW1lI/AAAAAAAAALU/YJkSZd8KzKw/s1600/IMG_8701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rjVJ9Vl702U/TbYrXsbW1lI/AAAAAAAAALU/YJkSZd8KzKw/s320/IMG_8701.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Alex peaking over his new basket.  We all have stuffed ones  collected over the years from various stores.  This year was Alex's  first Easter and thus he didn't have a basket.  I looked at several  stores with no luck including Target and Wal-mart and luckily found the  one at Hobby Lobby.  I love Hobby Lobby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3mDFnSvJ3Y/TbYrh29KkWI/AAAAAAAAALY/93Rmh5bqHMo/s1600/IMG_8703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3mDFnSvJ3Y/TbYrh29KkWI/AAAAAAAAALY/93Rmh5bqHMo/s320/IMG_8703.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - We were looking through the store for Easter/Birthday presents  for Alex when we went past this Woody doll.  He started squeaking and  flapping and kicking.  When I figured out what he wanted I gave it to  him and he hugged it really tight before he tried to gnaw it out of the  package.  He was as excited on Easter as he was the first time he saw  it.  Notice he cute chubby finger pointing to it?  LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDV65z09c9k/TbYr3nI05DI/AAAAAAAAALg/KKV6dz63LVM/s1600/IMG_8708.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDV65z09c9k/TbYr3nI05DI/AAAAAAAAALg/KKV6dz63LVM/s320/IMG_8708.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - We freed him from the box.  Ever notice how Woody looks a lot  like Aaron?  I did yesterday and maybe that's why Alex loves him so  much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mcjIIODDQLE/TbYsBhsZlhI/AAAAAAAAALk/tN9HCuUneqQ/s1600/IMG_8709.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mcjIIODDQLE/TbYsBhsZlhI/AAAAAAAAALk/tN9HCuUneqQ/s320/IMG_8709.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Spencer got a Lego police car and he was so excited about all the tiny pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UhW8Pywxvew/TbYsL9O-cgI/AAAAAAAAALo/t0vhua2n7ww/s1600/IMG_8712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UhW8Pywxvew/TbYsL9O-cgI/AAAAAAAAALo/t0vhua2n7ww/s320/IMG_8712.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Miya playing with her pet shop.  She loves them, especially the little house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49wZJKyeYnk/TbYsYRAjSkI/AAAAAAAAALs/MKFn0Y0TUKE/s1600/IMG_8714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49wZJKyeYnk/TbYsYRAjSkI/AAAAAAAAALs/MKFn0Y0TUKE/s320/IMG_8714.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Alex noticed the eggs in his basket and managed to open them himself and shove the candy, wrapper and all, in his mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0NT5ld9958/TbYsjl_RkLI/AAAAAAAAALw/J3yvtx_dd0M/s1600/IMG_8718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0NT5ld9958/TbYsjl_RkLI/AAAAAAAAALw/J3yvtx_dd0M/s320/IMG_8718.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Amelia was quite attached to her Dora.  She loves her cute shoes and her "booful" dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3mcq3pGIKO0/TbYst70bPsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DqDoOOsfuiY/s1600/IMG_8719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3mcq3pGIKO0/TbYst70bPsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DqDoOOsfuiY/s320/IMG_8719.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - I LOVE Legos.  This present was as much for Spencer as it was for  me.  I love putting them together and making the new thing.  I read the  instructions while Spencer found the pieces we needed and we both put  them on.  Totally the best present of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JZIX_-JxO3s/TbYs_cqRaHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iCOSq8M57t4/s1600/IMG_8732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JZIX_-JxO3s/TbYs_cqRaHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iCOSq8M57t4/s320/IMG_8732.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - The finished product.  The back side opens up and you can put the dog that came with it inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aC-LUr5nuGA/TbYtLW2dC2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OeTGrVwy6cc/s1600/IMG_8735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aC-LUr5nuGA/TbYtLW2dC2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OeTGrVwy6cc/s320/IMG_8735.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Here he's using the dog and the police car to chase down his  other Lego car.  The dog is getting the bad guy in the car with many  growls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiLwadGYZbE/TbYtVZZ65yI/AAAAAAAAAME/KMfzEu8aLVM/s1600/IMG_8739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiLwadGYZbE/TbYtVZZ65yI/AAAAAAAAAME/KMfzEu8aLVM/s320/IMG_8739.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - All dressed up for Easter.  Spencer was so excited to have a  white shirt again and wear a tie like Dad.  He grew out of his a while  ago.  Amelia loved her flowers.  Alex liked the feel of his new shirt  and kept rubbing it.  Miya calls this her Cinderella dress because it's  pretty and blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qf22wDHDA1k/TbYtfZ_WHrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/aHEOXEInfFo/s1600/IMG_8741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qf22wDHDA1k/TbYtfZ_WHrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/aHEOXEInfFo/s320/IMG_8741.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - All ready to dye eggs.  I told Miya we were going to dye and hunt  for Easter eggs.  She started crying and then squeaked out, "I don't  want to die!"  I tried not to laugh while I assured her I meant color  them and that it would not hurt us or the eggs.  She was still a little  leery and didn't understand everyone else's excitement about dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGX54f_wem4/TbYtp49uFFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/e3U0Q9kir5c/s1600/IMG_8742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGX54f_wem4/TbYtp49uFFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/e3U0Q9kir5c/s320/IMG_8742.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - In with the first eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J--Pl46g_Mc/TbYt0a493GI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OHzM7TnWknw/s1600/IMG_8743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J--Pl46g_Mc/TbYt0a493GI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OHzM7TnWknw/s320/IMG_8743.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Amelia wasn't very good at softly putting it into the cup.  It  was usually a vigorous plop, good thing our table cloth is water and  stain resistant.  It shows no evidence of the egg dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mtclqFabJ7k/TbYt-fs92mI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ntywxlf9eMY/s1600/IMG_8750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mtclqFabJ7k/TbYt-fs92mI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ntywxlf9eMY/s320/IMG_8750.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - It was fun to dye eggs with Alex.  He just wanted to chew on them  and laugh at us when we tried to get him to put it in the cup and put  it in his mouth instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OiMsdiYiAgg/TbYuJVHCxyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/z4jitUHWdE8/s1600/IMG_8755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OiMsdiYiAgg/TbYuJVHCxyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/z4jitUHWdE8/s320/IMG_8755.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Miya was happy when her egg came out pink and no one died in the  process.  She was more interested in the whole process after this and  dyed four in various colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eMcNscaL3-w/TbYuT7yrIOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/K_pJuv19edM/s1600/IMG_8757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eMcNscaL3-w/TbYuT7yrIOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/K_pJuv19edM/s320/IMG_8757.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - My independent Amelia loves when she can do things on her own.   She was very careful getting the egg out and putting it in the muffin  tin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o2uLD4QVRDw/TbYueTmFYhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5Ax0sPuB0hQ/s1600/IMG_8760.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o2uLD4QVRDw/TbYueTmFYhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5Ax0sPuB0hQ/s320/IMG_8760.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Alex was even more interested in eating the egg when it came out orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zv2a4Y9UUk/TbYuookXg7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/SLTWMILk39I/s1600/IMG_8765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zv2a4Y9UUk/TbYuookXg7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/SLTWMILk39I/s320/IMG_8765.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - We let him dye another one thinking he'd remember what to do from  last time.  He remember well how to tease us and make us laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxy6t9NKuRM/TbYuxvGqDmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/oeL_8a6AkpM/s1600/IMG_8766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxy6t9NKuRM/TbYuxvGqDmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/oeL_8a6AkpM/s320/IMG_8766.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Spencer did all of his eggs on his own and checked them several  times to see if they were dark enough.  His little perfectionist  tendencies are adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yT_mZ5fob-w/TbYu7WvTMiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/X7nJqbcRLuk/s1600/IMG_8767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yT_mZ5fob-w/TbYu7WvTMiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/X7nJqbcRLuk/s320/IMG_8767.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Dyed to perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmmfSSOtdkI/TbYvGeAAMXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Fm5WY_KHuQg/s1600/IMG_8772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmmfSSOtdkI/TbYvGeAAMXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Fm5WY_KHuQg/s320/IMG_8772.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Here we are with the finished product.  Sixteen eggs of various colors and a lot of laughs later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofjAJjXxkkw/TbYvQwmoNgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/sc-iP2YngEg/s1600/IMG_8774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofjAJjXxkkw/TbYvQwmoNgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/sc-iP2YngEg/s320/IMG_8774.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - I love Miya in this picture.  It makes me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJwkSp2OMMk/TbYvb7oLowI/AAAAAAAAAM4/r7OnakvQgtk/s1600/IMG_8777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJwkSp2OMMk/TbYvb7oLowI/AAAAAAAAAM4/r7OnakvQgtk/s320/IMG_8777.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Amelia was worried when Aaron took off the orange part of her  egg.  We eat them for dinner every Easter after we color them.  I figure  eating eggs is as festive as it gets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2RL4QPZV1n0/TbYvk6o2cwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/cZa1TEa1Op8/s1600/IMG_8780.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2RL4QPZV1n0/TbYvk6o2cwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/cZa1TEa1Op8/s320/IMG_8780.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - After all his attempts to eat the eggs while we were coloring  them I was excited to have Alex try some.  His yuck face says it all.   He'd take a bite yuck face then spit it out.  Then he'd take another  bite and do the same thing.  This continued until he'd bitten all of the  egg like he was looking for the good part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLAMJe3n-sk/TbYvwtqi6WI/AAAAAAAAANA/1juy7Oj2-38/s1600/IMG_8789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLAMJe3n-sk/TbYvwtqi6WI/AAAAAAAAANA/1juy7Oj2-38/s320/IMG_8789.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - The hunt!  Alex loved it and had the best eye of the bunch spotting the eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw0HRjSjmnA/TbYv8ZbhOeI/AAAAAAAAANE/DAbfjIV2aQ0/s1600/IMG_8791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw0HRjSjmnA/TbYv8ZbhOeI/AAAAAAAAANE/DAbfjIV2aQ0/s320/IMG_8791.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - He found another one at his level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3C3PIYZwsOc/TbYwGP52rmI/AAAAAAAAANI/OtimI9o2eRk/s1600/IMG_8793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3C3PIYZwsOc/TbYwGP52rmI/AAAAAAAAANI/OtimI9o2eRk/s320/IMG_8793.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Amelia was a human blur finding her eggs once she heard there was candy to be had there was no stopping her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uzQYiq5yJiE/TbYwOxBc5tI/AAAAAAAAANM/sZRCr3gzK-c/s1600/IMG_8794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uzQYiq5yJiE/TbYwOxBc5tI/AAAAAAAAANM/sZRCr3gzK-c/s320/IMG_8794.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - She kind of stopped to show me her prized egg and then ran off again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rZIQCEshG8/TbYwajjv6lI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EOD3xQ6IIQk/s1600/IMG_8795.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rZIQCEshG8/TbYwajjv6lI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EOD3xQ6IIQk/s320/IMG_8795.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Spencer found the most eggs but he'd point out the low ones to  the babies and help them find eggs too he's such a good big brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgo2lIzuJvg/TbYwljYuw9I/AAAAAAAAANU/vR0SRoYBdYU/s1600/IMG_8797.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgo2lIzuJvg/TbYwljYuw9I/AAAAAAAAANU/vR0SRoYBdYU/s320/IMG_8797.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Another good find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oBDkLAO3rLQ/TbYwwp4muMI/AAAAAAAAANY/UvHJnRCJ5gA/s1600/IMG_8798.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oBDkLAO3rLQ/TbYwwp4muMI/AAAAAAAAANY/UvHJnRCJ5gA/s320/IMG_8798.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Amelia found this one and said, "It's not for you baby, it's for me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nRAYc5ZX_M/TbYw6PsMOSI/AAAAAAAAANc/-NKz4-ixjrY/s1600/IMG_8802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nRAYc5ZX_M/TbYw6PsMOSI/AAAAAAAAANc/-NKz4-ixjrY/s320/IMG_8802.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Miya was the best at finding the tricky ones.  This one blended in well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_h8-0VYJ3gE/TbYxEKjvnkI/AAAAAAAAANg/msgmNIPMtj8/s1600/IMG_8804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_h8-0VYJ3gE/TbYxEKjvnkI/AAAAAAAAANg/msgmNIPMtj8/s320/IMG_8804.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Another great find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_gQ5a2Egv4/TbYxQfjoR7I/AAAAAAAAANk/Eb0ibBjprzc/s1600/IMG_8807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_gQ5a2Egv4/TbYxQfjoR7I/AAAAAAAAANk/Eb0ibBjprzc/s320/IMG_8807.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/24 - Alex found three eggs all by himself and was so proud to show them to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-462076846003465066?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/462076846003465066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=462076846003465066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/462076846003465066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/462076846003465066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9jHReaVaHE/TbYqtLZ4uJI/AAAAAAAAALE/_fp_ChcJ_SA/s72-c/IMG_8693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-6858255308683281685</id><published>2011-04-25T21:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T21:13:33.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishments</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCgXOIZd2cQ/TbYlqxECUjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WciBcpyd414/s1600/IMG_8617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCgXOIZd2cQ/TbYlqxECUjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WciBcpyd414/s320/IMG_8617.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/7 - Aaron had all the stuff out to make PBJ for the kids and Alex  discovered it.  We were surprised that he not only knew what was going  on but could also climb up the chair and fetch the bread by himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXr-mpfEDZ0/TbYl0ljlt0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/GqBKzE_4dXM/s1600/IMG_8667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXr-mpfEDZ0/TbYl0ljlt0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/GqBKzE_4dXM/s320/IMG_8667.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/13 - I gave Amelia her first ever haircut today.  I cut off over two  inches on the back to even it out some and left the rest.  At first she  thought I was just combing her hair and didn't seem to mind.  Then she  either heard or saw the scissors and thus began the freak out.  She  repeatedly cried, "DON'T CUT ME!  I DON'T LIKE IT HAIRCUT!"  I think I  managed pretty well considering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZEkNGuzI1s/TbYl-aRMaVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QIuso-v6uF4/s1600/IMG_8670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZEkNGuzI1s/TbYl-aRMaVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QIuso-v6uF4/s320/IMG_8670.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/13 - After I was all done she decided it wasn't that bad and she even  said,  "I like it my new haircut."  I love it!  It's still long enough  for her oh-so-cute pigtails and otherwise looks much more intentional  instead of a my hair just grew this way appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-is5WfVCxnoo/TbYmGdhfNUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/O7nEtMN88UE/s1600/IMG_8676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-is5WfVCxnoo/TbYmGdhfNUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/O7nEtMN88UE/s320/IMG_8676.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/15 - We were playing on the floor and I looked over at Alex and found  him with the Mr. Potato Head teeth in his mouth like this.  I just had  to go get the camera.  I love his expression here too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqq4PD_ycnY/TbYmRcUEP5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/x4YhjQU-GZU/s1600/IMG_8685.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqq4PD_ycnY/TbYmRcUEP5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/x4YhjQU-GZU/s320/IMG_8685.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/19 - The remodeling projects are coming along nicely.  With his crazy  work schedule Aaron doesn't have much time to work on it but loves the  time he gets to spend on the house.  Here he's sawing through a section  of wall and so excited!  Don't worry, there were no wires in it and the  power was off just in case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6k6QcfbPa-M/TbYmdpYFBdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_XX7N6W9hOQ/s1600/IMG_8689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6k6QcfbPa-M/TbYmdpYFBdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_XX7N6W9hOQ/s320/IMG_8689.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/22 - The Accuquilt strikes again to create another stunning quilt for  my nephew (Abby and Andy's firstborn).  It's already coming together  nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QZUro5xKlYs/TbYmqLylMqI/AAAAAAAAALA/GAbDbiv7NF8/s1600/IMG_8692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QZUro5xKlYs/TbYmqLylMqI/AAAAAAAAALA/GAbDbiv7NF8/s320/IMG_8692.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/22 - Alex was standing looking through the ball bin and let go to  stand unsupported.  It was his first time and he stood there for a while  before he realized what happened and grabbed on again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-6858255308683281685?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6858255308683281685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=6858255308683281685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6858255308683281685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6858255308683281685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/47-aaron-had-all-stuff-out-to-make-pbj.html' title='Accomplishments'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCgXOIZd2cQ/TbYlqxECUjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WciBcpyd414/s72-c/IMG_8617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-2962378531822974827</id><published>2011-04-25T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:51:21.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk in the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDHkik-_jS0/TbYfR7YaVvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3MNNqLee6mg/s1600/IMG_8630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDHkik-_jS0/TbYfR7YaVvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3MNNqLee6mg/s320/IMG_8630.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/9 - It was in the 80s today and we decided to play at the park a  little bit.  Alex had some fun going down the slide.  He went down a few  times and loved it but the time I took the picture was a little crazy  and he didn't want to go again after this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pL8TLwIUVIA/TbYfcOINscI/AAAAAAAAAJo/227SRWzGmGE/s1600/IMG_8631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pL8TLwIUVIA/TbYfcOINscI/AAAAAAAAAJo/227SRWzGmGE/s320/IMG_8631.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/7 - Miya showing off her sliding skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-TVHdgHVw0/TbYfpL7i7mI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7a7CrFUFZ4w/s1600/IMG_8632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-TVHdgHVw0/TbYfpL7i7mI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7a7CrFUFZ4w/s320/IMG_8632.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/7 - Amelia's gotten so big since the last time we played at the park.   She can now do the stair all by herself and loves to climb around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5e7M91TxA8/TbYf0x-23XI/AAAAAAAAAJw/B4OpUZJhPlA/s1600/IMG_8636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5e7M91TxA8/TbYf0x-23XI/AAAAAAAAAJw/B4OpUZJhPlA/s320/IMG_8636.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/7 - She can even go down the slide without help and loves it.  She went again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ypH9kmtX4VI/TbYgC1_HifI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UuuyADjnFd4/s1600/IMG_8637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ypH9kmtX4VI/TbYgC1_HifI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UuuyADjnFd4/s320/IMG_8637.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/9 - Miya wanted to push Alex in the swing.  They all loved it until  Amelia walked behind the swing after this picture and got whacked three  times in a row before I could catch her.  Everyone needed a little  calming down after that.  Now she knows not to go by a swing when it's  moving though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZdjoDmerY0/TbYgTVV1owI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WXRMKUotSmE/s1600/IMG_8644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZdjoDmerY0/TbYgTVV1owI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WXRMKUotSmE/s320/IMG_8644.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/9 - Aaron and Spencer played frisbee and they did really well.   Spencer caught it almost as much as Aaron did but that's probably  because Spencer not fabulous at throwing on target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_seY4IBv4E/TbYgfaoRe4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kH9XXYzmQE8/s1600/IMG_8647.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_seY4IBv4E/TbYgfaoRe4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kH9XXYzmQE8/s320/IMG_8647.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/9 - Alex loving his swing time watching the frisbee game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohSJwas2gUQ/TbYgwYumTJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lvAk5MffXcA/s1600/IMG_8649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohSJwas2gUQ/TbYgwYumTJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lvAk5MffXcA/s320/IMG_8649.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/9 - Miya can hop up and swing herself.  She's so cute pumping her legs to see how high she can go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lc0I5XgJmxM/TbYg8TY4AbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UuTydpg-hjc/s1600/IMG_8650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lc0I5XgJmxM/TbYg8TY4AbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UuTydpg-hjc/s320/IMG_8650.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/9 - I seriously laugh every time I see this picture.  He was swinging  and having a grand old time but then the swing stopped.  I love his  bored disenchanted look!  He was also kicking his little foot trying to  get going again.  LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iUwVrzpQEY/TbYhL5CsfaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LGmCLLFaPFk/s1600/IMG_8651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iUwVrzpQEY/TbYhL5CsfaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LGmCLLFaPFk/s320/IMG_8651.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/9 - Super Spencer catching the frisbee.  He's pretty amazing with  sports especially since neither of his parents are skilled in that area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GrSqysiM4lE/TbYhY2TJsvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uURHSu-bm_8/s1600/IMG_8652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GrSqysiM4lE/TbYhY2TJsvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uURHSu-bm_8/s320/IMG_8652.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/9 - Amelia walked over and hopped on the merry-go-round and was  calling for me to push her.  I got a "please Mom!  I love you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQYTxt8ZH00/TbYhonX8RdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M8nzG0oixh8/s1600/IMG_8653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQYTxt8ZH00/TbYhonX8RdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M8nzG0oixh8/s320/IMG_8653.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/9 - Amelia wanted to play frisbee too.  They had a lot of fun even  though Spencer threw a perfect shot and hit Amelia right in the chest.   She would cover herself and flinch every time he threw it after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXvvWTTfn9g/TbYh6AqNe0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/GG38h-P37m0/s1600/IMG_8654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXvvWTTfn9g/TbYh6AqNe0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/GG38h-P37m0/s320/IMG_8654.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/9 - Amelia's attempt was more of a grounder but she loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldNlcjqSAOs/TbYiLz0HDoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QXr3B8Ebkvc/s1600/IMG_8657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldNlcjqSAOs/TbYiLz0HDoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QXr3B8Ebkvc/s320/IMG_8657.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/9 - Alex was acting like he wanted down so I put him down for a crawl.   I didn't want him to get grass stains so I put him on the gravel.  As  you can see he was not a fan.  I love his bottom hand trying not to  touch the rocks as he supports his weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIRhFrD4cTY/TbYiYU6Q8FI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1CxbH7FiHXA/s1600/IMG_8658.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIRhFrD4cTY/TbYiYU6Q8FI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1CxbH7FiHXA/s320/IMG_8658.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/9 - "I want to right it horse!"  Too bad it was impossible to wiggle even for me and she got bored but I love the grin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esCP_Jn8GZg/TbYikWROY2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/vinQig4IX90/s1600/IMG_8659.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esCP_Jn8GZg/TbYikWROY2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/vinQig4IX90/s320/IMG_8659.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/9 - Expert climbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LAlbI57ZL3A/TbYizN0NcOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/XUNef_FWOh0/s1600/IMG_8661.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LAlbI57ZL3A/TbYizN0NcOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/XUNef_FWOh0/s320/IMG_8661.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/9 - Spencer wanted me to take a picture of his amazing upside down climbing skills.  He's pretty impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-2962378531822974827?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2962378531822974827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=2962378531822974827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/2962378531822974827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/2962378531822974827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/walk-in-park.html' title='A Walk in the Park'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDHkik-_jS0/TbYfR7YaVvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3MNNqLee6mg/s72-c/IMG_8630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-6757140148574671699</id><published>2011-04-25T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:23:44.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Roundup Miya Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPL4dvX7f_A/TbYdaHiaQGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4p9CXvthbvo/s1600/IMG_8619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPL4dvX7f_A/TbYdaHiaQGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4p9CXvthbvo/s320/IMG_8619.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/7 - Miya was so excited to go to the elementary school for  Kindergarten Roundup.  They test the kids on various things by playing  games to see if they are ready for Kindergarten or if they need to go to  Early Kindergarten for those who are not quite ready yet.  We  encouraged Miya to show off telling her that this was her time to shine.   While we were there waiting we played around this bench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ur8aNgWq6o/TbYdiAYY5iI/AAAAAAAAAJY/f2rftEfTi7A/s1600/IMG_8620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ur8aNgWq6o/TbYdiAYY5iI/AAAAAAAAAJY/f2rftEfTi7A/s320/IMG_8620.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/7 - Miya was super jazzed to go to school for a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOY1YW68XZA/TbYdtmTcc7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/EewiJehAQNY/s1600/IMG_8621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOY1YW68XZA/TbYdtmTcc7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/EewiJehAQNY/s320/IMG_8621.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/7 - Miya had so much fun at roundup!  Here she is with her loot.  We  talked about it when she got home and here are the highlights...  - We  played cows - they put buckets on our feet and we had to walk around  pretending there was cow poop, "bleck!"  - Next they "wiggled the garpet  and the balloons exploded out and they went up and down, up and down,  up and down!"  (balloons on a big sheet).  - "They took my picture a  little bit."  - "I colored really good."  - "They gave us cookies and  white milk.  It was been my yummiest kind ever!"  - "The best part was  when the balloons exploded."  - We then asked her what the hardest part  was.  "Holding my chair still.  I didn't want to be at the short table.   The teacher was mad at me.  The circle over the "i" in my name.  The  pencil was been having a hard time making it beautiful."  I love how she  blames the pencil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjoXQFakm2Y/TbYeWEEkmnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UMuhvpIHR18/s1600/IMG_8683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjoXQFakm2Y/TbYeWEEkmnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UMuhvpIHR18/s320/IMG_8683.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/18 - Miya got this fancy pencil at Kindergarten Roundup and she loved  it so much she drew a picture of it.  It's so close to the real one it  amazed me.  Sadly Amelia got a hold of it before I could take this  picture so it has some erroneous scribbles on it but you can still see  how adorable it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-6757140148574671699?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6757140148574671699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=6757140148574671699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6757140148574671699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6757140148574671699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/kindergarten-roundup-miya-style.html' title='Kindergarten Roundup Miya Style'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPL4dvX7f_A/TbYdaHiaQGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4p9CXvthbvo/s72-c/IMG_8619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-7142273136436500627</id><published>2011-04-25T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:16:15.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth - Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzRsSB_komg/TbYa_VD0lUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UN3ube_WvCc/s1600/IMG_8593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzRsSB_komg/TbYa_VD0lUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UN3ube_WvCc/s320/IMG_8593.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/3 - Spencer had another loose tooth and he didn't want to swallow it  like the last one and asked me what I could do about that.  I told him I  could pull it but it might hurt a little.  He told me it was worth it  because then the tooth fairy would come.  Here he is being so brave  while I attempt to yank out his tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLyls0NE5yk/TbYbKi4iz7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/4_ni7Of3z_Q/s1600/IMG_8598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLyls0NE5yk/TbYbKi4iz7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/4_ni7Of3z_Q/s320/IMG_8598.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/3 - For some reason I was surprised when it came out.  I was wiggling  it and nothing seemed to be happening at all then all of the sudden POP!   He said it didn't really hurt either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-di4FU4v-BRw/TbYbU0lOaAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JboV1FaSBbA/s1600/IMG_8602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-di4FU4v-BRw/TbYbU0lOaAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JboV1FaSBbA/s320/IMG_8602.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/3 - The conquering heroes.  Now Spencer is missing both is bottom middle teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lmvfhur-Oss/TbYbhSWS3wI/AAAAAAAAAJM/n4SlPLiamOk/s1600/IMG_8609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lmvfhur-Oss/TbYbhSWS3wI/AAAAAAAAAJM/n4SlPLiamOk/s320/IMG_8609.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/3 - We didn't have anything to put the tooth in for under his pillow  so I whipped up this cute tooth fairy bag.  I had to make it big enough  so the tooth fairy could find it without waking up the kid.  The tooth  applique was just fun to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlLRfTCIGZI/TbYbtY0IQGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/G4o__aJKm_g/s1600/IMG_8688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlLRfTCIGZI/TbYbtY0IQGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/G4o__aJKm_g/s320/IMG_8688.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4/19 - Spencer is holding his first lost tooth.  It originally fell out  on February 3rd.  He promptly misplaced it.  We figured he swallowed it.   Then randomly we were playing on Miya's bed and he found something and  it was his long lost tooth.  Two months and sixteen days later it  turned up on a bed that I've changed the sheets and blanket several  times.  CRAZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-7142273136436500627?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7142273136436500627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=7142273136436500627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/7142273136436500627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/7142273136436500627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/teeth-lost-and-found.html' title='Teeth - Lost and Found'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzRsSB_komg/TbYa_VD0lUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UN3ube_WvCc/s72-c/IMG_8593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-2986799130480349319</id><published>2011-03-29T23:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:04:19.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex Eleven Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6R-Y-Egm2dE/TZKonQNa7sI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AcWNOB3XJQA/s1600/IMG_8573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6R-Y-Egm2dE/TZKonQNa7sI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AcWNOB3XJQA/s320/IMG_8573.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/29 - Alex is eleven months old today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This picture is cute because it shows a  new thing he does.  He likes to cover his mouth when he giggles.  I  don't know why but it's adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are some highlights from his month:&amp;nbsp; He still has just five teeth but is working on another.  He refuses to  eat baby food veggies but loves the real thing.  He tried milk for the  first time today out of my cup and LOVED it!  He was excitedly kicking  his feet and reaching for the cup for more.  He no longer likes to be  swaddled, which is quite the development since he's only slept that way  since birth.  He adores his blue crocheted blanket that I made him and  seriously cannot sleep without it.  He's woken up in the middle of the  night crying and scratching around his crib in an effort to find it and  when I tuck it in his hand he makes a little "ahhh" sound and goes back  to sleep.  He's my only baby to have a comfort item and it's been kind  of fun.  He lets go while standing but still can't make it last but he  loves to practice anyway.  Alex is not much of a talker.  He'll say  "Dada" which almost always refers to a family member."  He will not say  mama and I constantly harass him about it.  I think I say it so much  around him that now he thinks it's one of his many nicknames which  include, Ah Boy, Mr. Chew, and Handsomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OD17302TB-Q/TZKow4yZQBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ekb-Tg4UQPo/s1600/IMG_8575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OD17302TB-Q/TZKow4yZQBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ekb-Tg4UQPo/s320/IMG_8575.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am always amazed at how blue his eyes are.  While he's always a happy  guy in pictures he doesn't sit still well.  He's always trying to come  get me and the camera.  I try and sit him down and get a picture and by  the time it takes he's gone to a crawl and is right next to me.  It make  for an impressive blue eyed shot though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FWY2ownM6A/TZKo8n_SSDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/K93-FEVXHoI/s1600/IMG_8582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FWY2ownM6A/TZKo8n_SSDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/K93-FEVXHoI/s320/IMG_8582.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spencer, Miya, and Amelia love to stand around and watch while I take  Alex's picture.  He loves to look at them instead of me and they always  make him smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-2986799130480349319?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2986799130480349319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=2986799130480349319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/2986799130480349319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/2986799130480349319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/alex-eleven-months.html' title='Alex Eleven Months'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6R-Y-Egm2dE/TZKonQNa7sI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AcWNOB3XJQA/s72-c/IMG_8573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-4451926716274588339</id><published>2011-03-29T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:48:17.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Omaha Zoo</title><content type='html'>Our last stop on our Spring Break trip to Omaha was to the Zoo (for previous stops see the four preceding posts).&amp;nbsp; We had a blast and took a lot of pictures.&amp;nbsp; I narrowed it down but there are still thirty-six.&amp;nbsp; Since blogger takes so much longer than facebook to do anything I'm just going to add the link to the facebook album and you can ogle them there if you want.&amp;nbsp; Here's a teaser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5E6383fTFI/TZKnQ1uqhYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/npBUDbgmfO0/s1600/IMG_8449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5E6383fTFI/TZKnQ1uqhYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/npBUDbgmfO0/s320/IMG_8449.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/17 - Day two was spent at the Omaha Zoo.  I'd heard a lot of great  things about ti and wasn't disappointed.  Amelia wants to be a big girl  and doesn't like the stroller any more but Miya would rather ride than  walk any day.  We got a lot of weird looks from people with the stroller  configuration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=6725540&amp;amp;l=d3e163805f&amp;amp;id=589376120"&gt;Facebook Zoo Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;--- Click for more pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-4451926716274588339?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4451926716274588339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=4451926716274588339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/4451926716274588339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/4451926716274588339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/omaha-zoo.html' title='Omaha Zoo'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W5E6383fTFI/TZKnQ1uqhYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/npBUDbgmfO0/s72-c/IMG_8449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-6367834173515399964</id><published>2011-03-29T22:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T07:20:49.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel Kiddie Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgzeErVUeOM/TZKfzXPWBYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x93tUlDknqE/s1600/IMG_8409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgzeErVUeOM/TZKfzXPWBYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x93tUlDknqE/s320/IMG_8409.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/16 - We looked and looked for a hotel that would have a kiddie pool  and there was only one but the pool was pretty awesome.  It had a  fountain and two slides and went from 8" to 3' perfect for our  non-swimming kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer was excited to get into the pool and play and loved that it was so warm it was just like a bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pHHhw5V-AI/TZKf_rY-4NI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZCWrN4ouWVQ/s1600/IMG_8410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pHHhw5V-AI/TZKf_rY-4NI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZCWrN4ouWVQ/s320/IMG_8410.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cute Miya in her new swimsuit.  It came with this skirt and looked so beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XU9HROrUfy8/TZKgME7m7qI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IkihqL_Bh2E/s1600/IMG_8414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XU9HROrUfy8/TZKgME7m7qI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IkihqL_Bh2E/s320/IMG_8414.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Miya saw the slide and wanted to try that out first thing.  She looks  scared but wasn't at all and was giggling the whole way down.  She came  up to me after to tell me how great it was and ask if she could go  again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hCbC-A57c4/TZKgYKH8T-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/WCvnUOWAlBQ/s1600/IMG_8415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hCbC-A57c4/TZKgYKH8T-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/WCvnUOWAlBQ/s320/IMG_8415.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spencer totally face planted his first time down the slide.  He had told  me ha had to try again and do it differently next time.  He managed it  the next time and was so proud of himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCrxZF4iOA4/TZKgiQnSmpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FNezI-iOka8/s1600/IMG_8416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCrxZF4iOA4/TZKgiQnSmpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FNezI-iOka8/s320/IMG_8416.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was worried that Alex wouldn't like it but I didn't plan on the water  being this warm.  He loved it and even fell asleep before we were done  playing.  He started with just a dip of the toes to make sure he liked  it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLp1jJiQMd8/TZKgtlA3FVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ERiVp5riSFk/s1600/IMG_8419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLp1jJiQMd8/TZKgtlA3FVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ERiVp5riSFk/s320/IMG_8419.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The A's were totally party poopers and just wanted to sit on the edge of  the pool.  Later they all got in and played but they were a bit  reluctant at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n91MspFZDPg/TZKg30lMZRI/AAAAAAAAAII/pnMOJ5xgbaY/s1600/IMG_8421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n91MspFZDPg/TZKg30lMZRI/AAAAAAAAAII/pnMOJ5xgbaY/s320/IMG_8421.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amelia was excited to splash and play in the water.  She's a total water baby and loves when her fingers get all wrinkly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CeHfFe80TY/TZKhHZ9jNGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zpPa3b9L-aU/s1600/IMG_8422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CeHfFe80TY/TZKhHZ9jNGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zpPa3b9L-aU/s320/IMG_8422.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They had the fountain in the middle and Spencer inched into it a little  bit at a time until he was all the way under.  He loves the shower and  this was even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RioRe4O-NaU/TZKhTQ_xyxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/co5KxpU49cg/s1600/IMG_8423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RioRe4O-NaU/TZKhTQ_xyxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/co5KxpU49cg/s320/IMG_8423.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alex decided to brave the pool by himself.  He was smiling at everyone and splashing around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvPpOBCxdXQ/TZKhespaoiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/V056DjUG_pw/s1600/IMG_8430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvPpOBCxdXQ/TZKhespaoiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/V056DjUG_pw/s320/IMG_8430.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ignore my pasty white skin in this cute picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vvRQC00E45s/TZKhpy-iDPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fowofIzYW2E/s1600/IMG_8441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vvRQC00E45s/TZKhpy-iDPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fowofIzYW2E/s320/IMG_8441.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The pool was eight inches in the shallow end and we figured Alex could  sit and try it out.  He did well until a big wave came and splashed him.   He didn't cry or anything it just made him float away a little bit.   It's hard to be small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGzNqWo_K0c/TZKh4HYSrII/AAAAAAAAAIc/NWbeHQCWm_U/s1600/IMG_8442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGzNqWo_K0c/TZKh4HYSrII/AAAAAAAAAIc/NWbeHQCWm_U/s320/IMG_8442.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spencer's goal for the pool was to "swim for real, not pretend swim."   He tried for a little bit but while he was doing well with his arms he  was basically walking with his feet.  A little boy let us borrow his  tube and Spencer swam to the end of the pool and back without touching  to bottom.  I think it's time for some swimming lessons for this little  guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-za6xlQsFOBk/TZKiEbzHV_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/dM_efmFg4U0/s1600/IMG_8443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-za6xlQsFOBk/TZKiEbzHV_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/dM_efmFg4U0/s320/IMG_8443.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Miya loved practicing her swimming too.  My typical no fear Miya went to  the deep end and held onto the wall to practice her kicking.  Here she  is in the shallow end splashing around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkSXpfc5oGg/TZKiPqLqj_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/0JZzhhF6v2Q/s1600/IMG_8444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkSXpfc5oGg/TZKiPqLqj_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/0JZzhhF6v2Q/s320/IMG_8444.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amelia got a turn with the borrowed tube and was tickled pink that it was  covered in her favorite Elmo!  She was walking around pointing to the  Elmo and was just the happiest little girl ever, until the kid had to  go.  It was tragic with huge tears (not in the tantrum way but in a I'm  sorry to see you go Elmo sort of way).  We had to tell her she could  wear her Elmo socks to bed and that made it all better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5F4MKI4Kpk/TZKiZ0stjTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/E7cIgzVGa6k/s1600/IMG_8448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5F4MKI4Kpk/TZKiZ0stjTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/E7cIgzVGa6k/s320/IMG_8448.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amelia wasn't interested in the slide at first but when Aaron said he'd  catch her she was so excited and went down more than the big kids did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-6367834173515399964?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6367834173515399964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=6367834173515399964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6367834173515399964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/6367834173515399964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/hotel-kiddie-pool.html' title='Hotel Kiddie Pool'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgzeErVUeOM/TZKfzXPWBYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x93tUlDknqE/s72-c/IMG_8409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-322095154628205376</id><published>2011-03-29T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:10:45.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LDS Temple and Mormon Trail Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K6XTqu3xx-s/TZKbg7XZq6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/KkitpRB9fOA/s1600/IMG_8393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K6XTqu3xx-s/TZKbg7XZq6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/KkitpRB9fOA/s320/IMG_8393.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/16 - The Winter Quarters temple.  It's a smaller temple but still  beautiful.  I loved the doors that were decorated with leaves and  things.  The kids were excited to touch it and Spencer was saying how he  was excited to go in when he turns 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5_sUWMMRkc/TZKbnJxVz-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/78IlgklH0jw/s1600/IMG_8396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5_sUWMMRkc/TZKbnJxVz-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/78IlgklH0jw/s320/IMG_8396.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The side of the temple.  It was amazing how just stepping on the grounds  we could feel an increase of the Spirit of the Lord.  I LOVE the temple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-22fr1A_hD5U/TZKb0bKtCkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Fq_XASkbMDU/s1600/IMG_8398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-22fr1A_hD5U/TZKb0bKtCkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Fq_XASkbMDU/s320/IMG_8398.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We went to a Mormon Pioneer Museum that was full of fun stuff for us and  the kids to look at.  I didn't know if I wanted to go at first but I'm  glad we made time for it.&amp;nbsp; Amelia is distracted in this picture playing with her &lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;"LEAFY!"  It was all about the leafy this trip.   Each time one would touch her shoe she's yell, "leafy!"  and pick it up  and hang onto it.  She got several in her hands.  At this point she is  using her leafy to touch the letters behind her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZxguDy5Bgk/TZKb_VQrVmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/p_j71FGAdbA/s1600/IMG_8400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZxguDy5Bgk/TZKb_VQrVmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/p_j71FGAdbA/s320/IMG_8400.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spencer and Miya the pioneers.  They both loved dressing up and picking out their new clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCOsY6M08U/TZKcKoIO8VI/AAAAAAAAAHY/J7Ty4xZ9sig/s1600/IMG_8402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCOsY6M08U/TZKcKoIO8VI/AAAAAAAAAHY/J7Ty4xZ9sig/s320/IMG_8402.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back in the day a pioneer brought this flute and piccolo from Europe  somewhere.  I just thought they were beautiful and fascinating since I  play the flute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-eXnprcQ5I/TZKcVGjAbjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MO7cBjs9Xfs/s1600/IMG_8403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-eXnprcQ5I/TZKcVGjAbjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MO7cBjs9Xfs/s320/IMG_8403.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They were listening to the tour and looking so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c30WVhjbhVU/TZKchBoP5CI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RLXr1zi0NKw/s1600/IMG_8404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c30WVhjbhVU/TZKchBoP5CI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RLXr1zi0NKw/s320/IMG_8404.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fun and perfect for our age group they had these wagons you could pack  with wood blocks.  I tried my hand at it but I wasn't just trying to get  in it there I wanted to make sure you could access the most important  things and everyone moved on before I could finish.  I guess that's what  happens when you take a game too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdEyq7JkDKQ/TZKcsBSf6AI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FA2zP5k1-k8/s1600/IMG_8405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdEyq7JkDKQ/TZKcsBSf6AI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FA2zP5k1-k8/s320/IMG_8405.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Miya got all of her blocks in her wagon.  I loved it!  I don't think it would make it down the trail though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9d6gflDD4VY/TZKc38Xc1-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/gZqaYlVXgKw/s1600/IMG_8406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9d6gflDD4VY/TZKc38Xc1-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/gZqaYlVXgKw/s320/IMG_8406.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spencer's was a little more sturdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOW3NVXSYOY/TZKdDgWx-SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hxEM9qIz-Mk/s1600/IMG_8408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOW3NVXSYOY/TZKdDgWx-SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hxEM9qIz-Mk/s320/IMG_8408.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The kids got to pull a handcart around a little.  The guide had them try  to pull it over a little two inch rock and they couldn't do it by  themselves.  Aaron and I pitched in and even then it was hard.  Pioneers  had to be seriously buff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-322095154628205376?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/322095154628205376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=322095154628205376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/322095154628205376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/322095154628205376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/lds-temple-and-mormon-trail-center.html' title='LDS Temple and Mormon Trail Center'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K6XTqu3xx-s/TZKbg7XZq6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/KkitpRB9fOA/s72-c/IMG_8393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-7599143929304719623</id><published>2011-03-29T21:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:58:03.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Durham Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8NoznM-cVk/TZKUUVt03GI/AAAAAAAAAGI/azOmWlAxZWk/s1600/IMG_8360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8NoznM-cVk/TZKUUVt03GI/AAAAAAAAAGI/azOmWlAxZWk/s320/IMG_8360.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/16 - Our next stop was the Durham Museum which was the old Omaha Union  Station that Union Pacific passenger trains ran to back in the day (notice a  train theme here?)  The kids were excited to be able to play with and  touch more train stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-2Nh990Prw/TZKUhPOhQZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DglRGHCUsKw/s1600/IMG_8361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-2Nh990Prw/TZKUhPOhQZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DglRGHCUsKw/s320/IMG_8361.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They had these statues around the old station and they'd talk when you  got close to them.  Miya sat down on the bench and very stealthily sled  over, it was so funny.  Spencer had to join her and they were plotting  against the statues and where they would poke it to see if it was a real  person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LYnSRQ2-lXs/TZKUq84WBaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vHlZA4wgfOg/s1600/IMG_8364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LYnSRQ2-lXs/TZKUq84WBaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vHlZA4wgfOg/s320/IMG_8364.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They let us trade them a drivers' license for a stroller, it was a  pretty good deal.  It was pink which was unfortunate for baby Alex, but  Amelia loved pushing it around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MbY5_Xma-QM/TZKUy9iP8eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aYnru_ZxeSQ/s1600/IMG_8367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MbY5_Xma-QM/TZKUy9iP8eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aYnru_ZxeSQ/s320/IMG_8367.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here are the kids walking around in an old caboose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0iNdPyhjyw/TZKU8QUJEPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HaUOYZ8xeJw/s1600/IMG_8368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0iNdPyhjyw/TZKU8QUJEPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HaUOYZ8xeJw/s320/IMG_8368.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There was a little bed on the caboose and Spencer decided to take a rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iEV-lPLTzSk/TZKVHJEzbzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jnYyL1DNlVw/s1600/IMG_8372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iEV-lPLTzSk/TZKVHJEzbzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jnYyL1DNlVw/s320/IMG_8372.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spencer and Miya hopping on a train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4LtamiA2PM/TZKVTTC8yHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Abl-7Fhz1Tw/s1600/IMG_8375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4LtamiA2PM/TZKVTTC8yHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Abl-7Fhz1Tw/s320/IMG_8375.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They had a cute model train set complete with people and little cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4L20dJLoUt4/TZKVeSW2CTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8apoVcMfhYw/s1600/IMG_8379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4L20dJLoUt4/TZKVeSW2CTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8apoVcMfhYw/s320/IMG_8379.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alex in the Pullman car taking a nap.  I guess they planned these for shorter people because I know I wouldn't fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03vqSTozoSY/TZKVqSNxWvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-9eIlWqjFls/s1600/IMG_8380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03vqSTozoSY/TZKVqSNxWvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-9eIlWqjFls/s320/IMG_8380.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spencer and Miya wanted to climb up on the bed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LpgPGeR1VYQ/TZKV1YQGLoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qtRCJde03K4/s1600/IMG_8381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LpgPGeR1VYQ/TZKV1YQGLoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qtRCJde03K4/s320/IMG_8381.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They had a Native American exhibit at the Durham and they had some fun stuff for the kids to play in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DpNaqRKgpeg/TZKWBaA-VRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fgqw4_LqUiU/s1600/IMG_8382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DpNaqRKgpeg/TZKWBaA-VRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fgqw4_LqUiU/s320/IMG_8382.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The kids in the tee pee.  Amelia loved pushing Alex around in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3O6uNdyU3JY/TZKWOEFVlqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YjVs9Pdp9xw/s1600/IMG_8386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3O6uNdyU3JY/TZKWOEFVlqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YjVs9Pdp9xw/s320/IMG_8386.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The kids with a buffalo.  The bench the big two are sitting on is  covered with a buffalo hide and we loved touching it.  Amelia didn't  like it.  She kept saying, "I don't like it cow!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYmkeZ_mvdg/TZKWcI1HM_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/nRYD2gc7zdY/s1600/IMG_8387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYmkeZ_mvdg/TZKWcI1HM_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/nRYD2gc7zdY/s320/IMG_8387.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think they liked the street car the best.  Amelia loved all the aisle  room.  I laughed seeing the new twisty light bulbs in the old train car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEWDZJAXvJM/TZKWlPzWSHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/52ZHS8m55c8/s1600/IMG_8388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEWDZJAXvJM/TZKWlPzWSHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/52ZHS8m55c8/s320/IMG_8388.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Peeking out the window of the street car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-voyKR1j3TyA/TZKWt7GFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/_q2eqIYGu-k/s1600/IMG_8391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-voyKR1j3TyA/TZKWt7GFJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/_q2eqIYGu-k/s320/IMG_8391.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spencer practicing his derails.  They had a little experiment where the  kids could see which type of wheel stayed on the track best.  Spencer  found all the wrong ones first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ow1gNB8Jnu0/TZKW2uxqqtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/86Qf8Xqi0y4/s1600/IMG_8392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ow1gNB8Jnu0/TZKW2uxqqtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/86Qf8Xqi0y4/s320/IMG_8392.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was a pretty fun thing.  You push the handle and it makes the  wheels go.  The girls worked together to make it go really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-7599143929304719623?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7599143929304719623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=7599143929304719623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/7599143929304719623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/7599143929304719623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/durham-museum.html' title='The Durham Museum'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8NoznM-cVk/TZKUUVt03GI/AAAAAAAAAGI/azOmWlAxZWk/s72-c/IMG_8360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-2565678781435691649</id><published>2011-03-29T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:21:50.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenefick Park - Omaha, NE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l4B1YLDwgu8/TZKP3anS_4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/yErLqxlffZQ/s1600/IMG_8339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l4B1YLDwgu8/TZKP3anS_4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/yErLqxlffZQ/s320/IMG_8339.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/16 - It was Spring Break and we took a two day trip to Omaha, Nebraska  to see the sights and give a test run for our long trip this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our  first stop was Kenefick Park.  Right on the Iowa/Nebraska boarder there  are two very large train engines and we've always wanted to stop and  see them.  It was the perfect opportunity.  Next to the parking lot  there are these ancient train wheels that look like they're rolling down  the hill.  It was a fun picture and the kids love playing around them  and touching them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5k9XnoS5A4/TZKQDJ081_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/87hNbdxaQ_U/s1600/IMG_8341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5k9XnoS5A4/TZKQDJ081_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/87hNbdxaQ_U/s320/IMG_8341.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alex peaking through the center of a train wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--eS7XoyudoM/TZKQOJzLIVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dyQvc04pAc8/s1600/IMG_8349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--eS7XoyudoM/TZKQOJzLIVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dyQvc04pAc8/s320/IMG_8349.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the Big Boy, the largest steam engine ever built.  It was quite  impressive.  The wheels were bigger than I am.  The kids were in awe as  they looked at it up close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwno7TsJqXY/TZKQYJB-ksI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Lxemxu-BlhQ/s1600/IMG_8350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwno7TsJqXY/TZKQYJB-ksI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Lxemxu-BlhQ/s320/IMG_8350.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the Centennial, the largest diesel engine ever built.  It too  was impressive and the kids loved it because it matches the trains that  Aaron drives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djyfyKgeai8/TZKQjAaHV-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PIrME2TWMvc/s1600/IMG_8353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djyfyKgeai8/TZKQjAaHV-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PIrME2TWMvc/s320/IMG_8353.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't think we were supposed to touch them, given the metal bars all  the way around, but Aaron wanted to show the kids how the couplers  worked.  Aaron justified it by saying if they didn't want you to touch  it they'd put up a big sign.  He lifted a lever and moved stuff around  and Spencer especially thought it was pretty cool.  It's fun to have a  train guy along when visiting train things.  He had all sorts of inside  knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-smNdA-abN9E/TZKQtVsNsOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/F1EaRkhUQ2c/s1600/IMG_8356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-smNdA-abN9E/TZKQtVsNsOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/F1EaRkhUQ2c/s320/IMG_8356.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love the kids with the UP shield.  Alex was loving pounding on it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pxAcdPsPSSc/TZKPmE4Qd-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/o6AOeMpZ-tk/s1600/IMG_8357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pxAcdPsPSSc/TZKPmE4Qd-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/o6AOeMpZ-tk/s320/IMG_8357.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The glare was pretty bad but I couldn't resist this picture to show how huge the wheels are on the Big Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-2565678781435691649?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2565678781435691649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=2565678781435691649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/2565678781435691649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/2565678781435691649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/kenefick-park-omaha-ne.html' title='Kenefick Park - Omaha, NE'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l4B1YLDwgu8/TZKP3anS_4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/yErLqxlffZQ/s72-c/IMG_8339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-1765552322134688157</id><published>2011-03-15T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:28:39.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New and Fun Talents</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zS878eXKoQQ/TYA6JGj6DxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BGytaIqPkWw/s1600/IMG_8289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zS878eXKoQQ/TYA6JGj6DxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BGytaIqPkWw/s320/IMG_8289.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/6 - Spencer got a set of Trios for Christmas and he adores them.   There are only two things he does every day.  Trios and color.  He's  getting really good at creating things with them.  He made this  helicopter all by himself.  Doesn't it look awesome?  I didn't even need  him to tell me what it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G2vowGMXOS4/TYA6Tbzt-vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/B4yiQgWOi6g/s1600/IMG_8292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G2vowGMXOS4/TYA6Tbzt-vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/B4yiQgWOi6g/s320/IMG_8292.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/6 - Alex wanted a little attention while I was taking Spencer's picture.  This little guy loves getting his picture taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-142X8Z_v60w/TYA6d2e_CZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xi6RJZwSk5U/s1600/IMG_8294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-142X8Z_v60w/TYA6d2e_CZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xi6RJZwSk5U/s320/IMG_8294.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/8 - Miya did her hair all by herself.  She found the pretties and was  in the bathroom for quite some time making herself beautiful.  She came  out and asked Aaron, "Don't I look beautiful Dad?"  He loved it so much  he took a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Jduw72o4QmY/TYA6nIoBl-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lYqLQbeQooU/s1600/IMG_8296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Jduw72o4QmY/TYA6nIoBl-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lYqLQbeQooU/s320/IMG_8296.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/10 - I was making waffles for the family and Alex was playing in the  kitchen with me.  Next thing I know he's crawling under the bar stool.  I  thought he was going to get stuck and bonk his head but he climbed in  just fine and was so proud of himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OpIKZAhhMXU/TYA6yOrJ_QI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4YqL0lqI2yI/s1600/IMG_8302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OpIKZAhhMXU/TYA6yOrJ_QI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4YqL0lqI2yI/s320/IMG_8302.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/10 - He decided to Mr. Chew the stool and was surprised when it  scooted at the slightest push.  He then decided that it would be the  perfect walker and was walking around the kitchen chewing on the stool.   You can even see him taking a step here.  He doesn't typically walk but  this heavy duty walker with roll bars gave him the confidence he  needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2OylRHc3P7o/TYA67m_bN_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/K8EiWXccveU/s1600/IMG_8312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2OylRHc3P7o/TYA67m_bN_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/K8EiWXccveU/s320/IMG_8312.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/10 - I was getting ready to take a picture of me and these two asked  if they could have a picture together.  They posed all by themselves.  I  love how they love each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cbOtBzVNySY/TYA7FJlHzQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XJleKZPZlRM/s1600/IMG_8317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cbOtBzVNySY/TYA7FJlHzQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XJleKZPZlRM/s320/IMG_8317.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/10 - Me minus 20 pounds!!  Ignore my undershirt.  It typically doesn't  do that in this shirt but it was really the best picture so I had to post  it anyway.  I started at the gym on November 30th and now I can run 5  miles in one hour (which I do four days a week typically) and I weigh in  20 pounds less.  Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-1765552322134688157?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1765552322134688157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=1765552322134688157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/1765552322134688157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/1765552322134688157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-and-fun-talents.html' title='New and Fun Talents'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zS878eXKoQQ/TYA6JGj6DxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BGytaIqPkWw/s72-c/IMG_8289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-7528434656371329293</id><published>2011-03-02T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:19:10.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex Ten Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--oHQCb8KYxQ/TW8Vydb3SII/AAAAAAAAAFA/z_mnaSZzytE/s1600/IMG_8276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--oHQCb8KYxQ/TW8Vydb3SII/AAAAAAAAAFA/z_mnaSZzytE/s320/IMG_8276.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/1 - Alex ten months.  So Alex was born on the 29th of April.  So he  would have been ten months on the 29th of February but there was no such  thing this year.  Thus, I decided to take his picture on the first.   Poor guy is sick and was just a lethargic lump in his pictures but a  cute lump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_0rpGQ7JvIA/TW8V7k4s2TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QgAh9DzwZ7M/s1600/IMG_8279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_0rpGQ7JvIA/TW8V7k4s2TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QgAh9DzwZ7M/s320/IMG_8279.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/1 - He was much more energetic after I gave him a spatula to chew on.   My Mr. Chew loves to munch on stuff.  He is now the proud  owner/operator of five teeth.  He can scoot along the couch and tries to  walk.  However, his confidence exceeds his skill level and he falls  before he can take a real step.  Hopefully his skill will catch up soon.   He loves to read books, and recently developed a love for the show  "Shaun the Sheep."  He's never watched TV before but he will watch and  entire episode of this one sitting perfectly still.  We have it on  netflix streaming, good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nQ0XkgNkL6Y/TW8WHB8HGZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VGvj3IBmA5M/s1600/IMG_8287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nQ0XkgNkL6Y/TW8WHB8HGZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VGvj3IBmA5M/s320/IMG_8287.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/1 - Amelia the picture crasher.  She's sick too but looks cute making an effort to look happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2U6zxEyCvws/TW8WRVwRgzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/k2aMS5vsdR4/s1600/IMG_8288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2U6zxEyCvws/TW8WRVwRgzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/k2aMS5vsdR4/s320/IMG_8288.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3/1 - Alex is happiest when chewing on something or with his tongue  flapping in the breeze.  Here he's coming to get me.  I escaped but not  before he licked my pants.  Gotta love babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-7528434656371329293?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7528434656371329293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=7528434656371329293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/7528434656371329293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/7528434656371329293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/alex-ten-months.html' title='Alex Ten Months!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--oHQCb8KYxQ/TW8Vydb3SII/AAAAAAAAAFA/z_mnaSZzytE/s72-c/IMG_8276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-4046161070764309808</id><published>2011-03-02T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:13:47.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax Return Lovin'</title><content type='html'>We got a disgustingly large tax return back this year and being debt free for the first time ever we get to spend it on fun stuff!&amp;nbsp; Here's the first installment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NJ9C9_DID0k/TW8VFjP5uDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eJYPFo8ACN4/s1600/IMG_8270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NJ9C9_DID0k/TW8VFjP5uDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eJYPFo8ACN4/s320/IMG_8270.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/26 - On my wishlist for quite some time was a new toy storage system.   I mean look at what I was working with.  Yuck!  This is even cleaned  up!  We got the metal bins from a neighbor who was done with them and  the rest was a hodgepodge smattering of stuff including a hospital vomit  bucket and used diaper box.  So when we got our tax return this was the  first on my list to replace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NiIDZLqx1Ok/TW8VSCQxJBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Nni5_9PikDo/s1600/IMG_8272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NiIDZLqx1Ok/TW8VSCQxJBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Nni5_9PikDo/s320/IMG_8272.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/26 - Look at the beautiful after shot!!  I love it!  The bins were so  cute and on clearance at Home Depot.  Apparently people have something  against stripes, not me!  They are all sorted and labeled and oh so  happy in their new homes.  I even clean up on my own now because I'm an  organization junkie and I love putting stuff where it goes.  Oh happy  day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-4046161070764309808?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4046161070764309808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=4046161070764309808&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/4046161070764309808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/4046161070764309808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/tax-return-lovin.html' title='Tax Return Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NJ9C9_DID0k/TW8VFjP5uDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eJYPFo8ACN4/s72-c/IMG_8270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-3581618652650952123</id><published>2011-03-02T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:09:28.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Getting Warmer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AJAnQtGFq30/TW8StprPBjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tK08YfC6y7A/s1600/IMG_8257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AJAnQtGFq30/TW8StprPBjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tK08YfC6y7A/s320/IMG_8257.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/15 - It was unseasonably warm (in the high 40s) so we took the time to  play outside.  Aaron got two new trikes from a guy at work and the kids  couldn't wait to try them out.  Amelia was pretty good at steering but  didn't want to have to pedal.  She kept enlisting people to push her  around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jo6B8k7nRS0/TW8S5HrIyxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UYqXOSkyNgI/s1600/IMG_8258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jo6B8k7nRS0/TW8S5HrIyxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UYqXOSkyNgI/s320/IMG_8258.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/15 - Amelia's cuteness as she's begging me to push her, "peas peas poo peas."  Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5kuUJ3XPHQw/TW8TCfaahfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zFAt666NWc8/s1600/IMG_8259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5kuUJ3XPHQw/TW8TCfaahfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zFAt666NWc8/s320/IMG_8259.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/15 - Miya's more of a swing girl.  She can hop up and pump all by  herself.  She loves to swing for a long time and look around at nature.   She sure is an outdoorsy girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qYqvwEDOX2I/TW8TNKU37kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/K1uAcNG_Tvo/s1600/IMG_8261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qYqvwEDOX2I/TW8TNKU37kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/K1uAcNG_Tvo/s320/IMG_8261.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/15 - Amelia loves the swing too.  She has to be pushed but laughs every time totally making it worth the effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-13BMAi-J0XE/TW8TXY81wvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/o6nA5DVCCOU/s1600/IMG_8265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-13BMAi-J0XE/TW8TXY81wvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/o6nA5DVCCOU/s320/IMG_8265.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/15 - Alex trying out the new manly trike.  He was way too small for it but loved it just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X4SZzlLG5bY/TW8Tgi_gwMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WQnUusXfhhg/s1600/IMG_8267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X4SZzlLG5bY/TW8Tgi_gwMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WQnUusXfhhg/s320/IMG_8267.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/15 - Me and my handsome A boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xzCm4LP28fE/TW8TslQqhJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FaD2R_Xvfro/s1600/IMG_8269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xzCm4LP28fE/TW8TslQqhJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FaD2R_Xvfro/s320/IMG_8269.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/15 - Spencer came home from school as we were playing outside and was  so excited to play with us too.  He loved the new trike and asks to ride  it all the time now.  Too bad it didn't stay warm for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-3581618652650952123?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3581618652650952123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=3581618652650952123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/3581618652650952123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/3581618652650952123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-getting-warmer.html' title='It&apos;s Getting Warmer!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AJAnQtGFq30/TW8StprPBjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tK08YfC6y7A/s72-c/IMG_8257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-4489111968629237916</id><published>2011-03-02T21:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:56:01.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vg2aWYbIBBQ/TW8Je9_UiII/AAAAAAAAADU/etyj6DrVtOU/s1600/IMG_8219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vg2aWYbIBBQ/TW8Je9_UiII/AAAAAAAAADU/etyj6DrVtOU/s320/IMG_8219.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - Nana and Papa had the cutest idea and mailed all the grandkids a  valentine.  They LOVED getting their own mail.  Amelia came with me to  check the mail and was overjoyed that one had her name on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-e5u7R2OvVgg/TW8Jp-TP7ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/jjEk2yFH5WM/s1600/IMG_8222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-e5u7R2OvVgg/TW8Jp-TP7ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/jjEk2yFH5WM/s320/IMG_8222.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - She loves Princesses and was excited about her money too.  She  kept saying, "I have monies!"  She also repeatedly hugged her Ariel  valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dK49FX11Buc/TW8J1Q46VuI/AAAAAAAAADc/yvVZrulKd18/s1600/IMG_8223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dK49FX11Buc/TW8J1Q46VuI/AAAAAAAAADc/yvVZrulKd18/s320/IMG_8223.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - Spencer with his mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-M4EH4PipAcs/TW8KAn7ey2I/AAAAAAAAADg/NnXlh66DAec/s1600/IMG_8224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-M4EH4PipAcs/TW8KAn7ey2I/AAAAAAAAADg/NnXlh66DAec/s320/IMG_8224.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - He was concentrating on reading the back and so he wasn't looking.&amp;nbsp; I love his focused cuteness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MwSeNsploXg/TW8KM3w5OXI/AAAAAAAAADk/GGSaAE8PF7o/s1600/IMG_8229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MwSeNsploXg/TW8KM3w5OXI/AAAAAAAAADk/GGSaAE8PF7o/s320/IMG_8229.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - The drool dripping off the envelope is priceless.  Mr. Chew at his finest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ujmj1Eko6z0/TW8KYRvLvjI/AAAAAAAAADo/rWa9BtRMwxE/s1600/IMG_8233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ujmj1Eko6z0/TW8KYRvLvjI/AAAAAAAAADo/rWa9BtRMwxE/s320/IMG_8233.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - He was all about his valentine and was even holding his money in  his hand like a good boy until right before I snapped the picture he  shoved it in his mouth.  Thank goodness he didn't swallow it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-206uZdtv8iA/TW8KiyXuuVI/AAAAAAAAADs/hqFwfbH7P0A/s1600/IMG_8234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-206uZdtv8iA/TW8KiyXuuVI/AAAAAAAAADs/hqFwfbH7P0A/s320/IMG_8234.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - Aaron and I got a valentine too!  I felt loved to be included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bi-ztj1XPGk/TW8KscW49AI/AAAAAAAAADw/6nEeLV8zQMo/s1600/IMG_8236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bi-ztj1XPGk/TW8KscW49AI/AAAAAAAAADw/6nEeLV8zQMo/s320/IMG_8236.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - Isn't it cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ekVvhAnxjWI/TW8K4hiMUTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YtpoOtGsWUE/s1600/IMG_8239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ekVvhAnxjWI/TW8K4hiMUTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YtpoOtGsWUE/s320/IMG_8239.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - So we opened the door to take out trash and in walks this cat  like he owns the place.  It was hilarious!  Miya was convinced it was a  valentine present for her.  She just loves all kinds of animals and this  one was just living up all the loves from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bHsYPQ1lDNY/TW8LEFwidmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_Uu5r-EeYLA/s1600/IMG_8240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bHsYPQ1lDNY/TW8LEFwidmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_Uu5r-EeYLA/s320/IMG_8240.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - Alex was so excited about the cat too.  This baby has no fear of  anything.  All the kids, even Spencer, still freak out at the vacuum  (which we use twice a week) but Alex chases it and pushes it over.  Here  he's just loving on this cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hoVn7h0rXkk/TW8LOgL_ICI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ux-Og6SLjKA/s1600/IMG_8241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hoVn7h0rXkk/TW8LOgL_ICI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ux-Og6SLjKA/s320/IMG_8241.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - Amelia has always been terrified of cats.  Dogs are scary but do  not produce the blood curdling screams that cats do.  So when this one  walked it I was ready for it but she was surprisingly calm.  She didn't  go over to pet it or anything but didn't yell either.  So silly me  believed her when she said she wanted to see the cat.  I picked Amelia  up, then the cat.  She was looking the other way and looked back right  before the picture and was just horrified that she was sharing my lap  with this filthy beast.  Nana would be proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HHW4vc1nl9A/TW8LaEKTDwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-tYugmrLsTo/s1600/IMG_8244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HHW4vc1nl9A/TW8LaEKTDwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-tYugmrLsTo/s320/IMG_8244.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - More loving the cat in an attempted to boost it's ego after Amelia's freak out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UhzSZeaZqmA/TW8LoKDIUCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2gUdxbW9FJ4/s1600/IMG_8247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UhzSZeaZqmA/TW8LoKDIUCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2gUdxbW9FJ4/s320/IMG_8247.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - On Valentine's day every year Aaron and I have had our picture  taken together for the last several years.  That way we have at least  one taken every year.  It's a good system and we're so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QPnFOvSU9wI/TW8L1jAWU8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/xdeprf1WUDE/s1600/IMG_8249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QPnFOvSU9wI/TW8L1jAWU8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/xdeprf1WUDE/s320/IMG_8249.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - We got the kids each a little something for valentines so they  wouldn't feel left out.  Alex got a rattle hammer.  The girls each got a  Littlest Pet Shop thing and Spencer got a Lego car with guy.  They all  love their presents and it was just enough to make the day fun for them  too.  Amelia really did love her present she was still just freaked out  about the cat.  Poor girl even had nightmares that night that it was  coming to get her and was jumpy for days.  It was justified though  because once the cat was hiding in our garage and jumped out at her when  she was getting in the car and once it sneaked up to her on the deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uQO5GAn6PVM/TW8L_uh2puI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7d2JEToOsjQ/s1600/IMG_8251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uQO5GAn6PVM/TW8L_uh2puI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7d2JEToOsjQ/s320/IMG_8251.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - Aaron got the contents of this pink bag.  Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-riRbUklfV1o/TW8MOhNZuaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7d8HeGXJ1Hs/s1600/IMG_8252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-riRbUklfV1o/TW8MOhNZuaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7d8HeGXJ1Hs/s320/IMG_8252.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - I got some gemstone earrings.  I loved colored earrings.  I love  matching them to what I'm wearing and just have so much fun.  However,  over the last year I've had an epidemic of lost earrings.  So sadly I  only had two pair still complete.  It was such a thoughtful present from  my handsome guy.  I love that they are each a different shape too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FhhMH_DNvYQ/TW8MawTW8dI/AAAAAAAAAEU/93INJwAdcTs/s1600/IMG_8255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FhhMH_DNvYQ/TW8MawTW8dI/AAAAAAAAAEU/93INJwAdcTs/s320/IMG_8255.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/15 - Miya's valentine didn't come until the next day.  I gave her the  option and asked if she wanted us all to wait or have her own special  day.  She voted for the special day and loved it.  She told several  people that it was her valentine's that day.  CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jqm1qb0Sv5U/TW8MoAJGdwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Hes9WfTewZw/s1600/IMG_8256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jqm1qb0Sv5U/TW8MoAJGdwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Hes9WfTewZw/s320/IMG_8256.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/14 - She just loved her valentine and her money but she especially loved having a valentines day all to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-4489111968629237916?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4489111968629237916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=4489111968629237916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/4489111968629237916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/4489111968629237916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-valentines-day.html' title='A Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3O5AGBJCuE/TU4YQa_ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SI_8ej4UXY8/s220/IMG_6328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vg2aWYbIBBQ/TW8Je9_UiII/AAAAAAAAADU/etyj6DrVtOU/s72-c/IMG_8219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880530945852000923.post-361418059359715870</id><published>2011-03-02T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:20:47.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OoMuRYpaDQU/TW8GMeZ01KI/AAAAAAAAACw/ykZeFana6lQ/s1600/IMG_8188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OoMuRYpaDQU/TW8GMeZ01KI/AAAAAAAAACw/ykZeFana6lQ/s320/IMG_8188.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/9 - Alex picked up another new skill.  It seems like he's just  developing like crazy lately.  He already knew how to pull himself up to  a stand but now he can scoot across things he's using to hold himself  up.  This skill came in handy when the girls left out their Dr. Seuss  matching game.  Mr. Chew was so excited to chew on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-w5Gc82sjKBA/TW8GT9ddnOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UaRwL1WVbVk/s1600/IMG_8189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-w5Gc82sjKBA/TW8GT9ddnOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UaRwL1WVbVk/s320/IMG_8189.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/9 - Amelia continues to be supermom and so cute with her babies.   Here's she's tucking one in night night and came over and very sweetly  said, "Mommy all done show, baby's sleeping."  We can't wake her sweet  little ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XBw7QBsBZLs/TW8GemVXtII/AAAAAAAAAC4/W59OfyD59jg/s1600/IMG_8194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XBw7QBsBZLs/TW8GemVXtII/AAAAAAAAAC4/W59OfyD59jg/s320/IMG_8194.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/9 - I've been having so much fun with my family lately.  I find myself  getting down with them on the floor more and more like I used to.  I  grabbed a sheet from the cupboard and with some creative rigging made a  big tent for us all to play in.  Aaron even joined in on the fun.  I  can't count how many times I heard, "this is a really awesome tent!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PEout-5l0Ro/TW8GqHKOHUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/F7o-5VAKyLU/s1600/IMG_8198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PEout-5l0Ro/TW8GqHKOHUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/F7o-5VAKyLU/s320/IMG_8198.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/9 - The big three playing in the "really awesome tent!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-D0iSE8mVpUg/TW8G2vM-6eI/AAAAAAAAADA/VsaCyhlD53c/s1600/IMG_8199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-D0iSE8mVpUg/TW8G2vM-6eI/AAAAAAAAADA/VsaCyhlD53c/s320/IMG_8199.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/10 - Spencer's school had this cute idea to have a beach day.  Aaron  stopped by the dollar store and grabbed a big pack of sunglasses so  Spencer could look the part.  All the other kids joined in too and they  looked so cute beating the winter blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vFbHP6CduH4/TW8HBdtSJjI/AAAAAAAAADE/JDwlsFWdFvo/s1600/IMG_8206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vFbHP6CduH4/TW8HBdtSJjI/AAAAAAAAADE/JDwlsFWdFvo/s320/IMG_8206.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/11 - This is a momentous day!  Alex is finally out of our room and in  with Spencer.  We wanted to move him a long time ago but a leaky roof  prevented it and then the cash flow to fix it was lacking.  We think  it's fixed now and with a little rearranging no one is sleeping under  that part now anyway.  Spencer is so excited to have his brother finally  in his room and Alex was smiling as he was looking around checking out  his new place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0IGSICi5wUs/TW8HLpp6FtI/AAAAAAAAADI/J0X4XlSuu_8/s1600/IMG_8207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0IGSICi5wUs/TW8HLpp6FtI/AAAAAAAAADI/J0X4XlSuu_8/s320/IMG_8207.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/11 - The ever amazing Becky Shook (a friend from church) taught me  how to make a basket today.  I had so much fun!  I think it turned out  great for a first attempt and was a lot easier than I imagined it would  be.  I assume there are more difficult patterns but the overall concept  was easy for me to grasp.  I love the finished product but now I have to  figure out what to put in it.  As my Dad would say, "It's a good and  valuable thing, you could put stuff in it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bAGuDYnyX7w/TW8HTzlkYuI/AAAAAAAAADM/YYoFOJyyCRQ/s1600/IMG_8213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bAGuDYnyX7w/TW8HTzlkYuI/AAAAAAAAADM/YYoFOJyyCRQ/s320/IMG_8213.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/13 - Alex crawled over to me and was trying to climb onto my lap.  I  thought he wanted some lovin' so I picked him up and I was fooled.  Mr.  Chew totally went after my dum dum!  He was attacking me and pulling  with all his little boy might and it just cracked me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7O69LZJlO90/TW8HbLAKvFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mcfo-qANrvk/s1600/IMG_8217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7O69LZJlO90/TW8HbLAKvFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mcfo-qANrvk/s320/IMG_8217.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2/13 - He's so happy he finally obtained the dum dum for himself.  It  was harder for me to get it back from him than it was for him to get it  from me.  I let the cute little guy have a few licks before I took it  away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880530945852000923-361418059359715870?l=schloemerfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/feeds/361418059359715870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5880530945852000923&amp;postID=361418059359715870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/361418059359715870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880530945852000923/posts/default/361418059359715870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schloemerfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/around-house.html' title='Around the House'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.
