tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44988440054472501762024-02-07T18:41:34.039-06:00Thompson FamilyJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-88793306320246166752012-08-27T15:52:00.001-05:002012-08-27T15:57:39.682-05:00First Day of School<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
So today was the first day of school for my girls. Which wouldn't normally mean much at a year-round day care, but today Emma moved up to the Rainbow Room. Which means that the next room is pre-K. Which means that before I know it, she will be leaving for college. So maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration, but this morning it definitely felt that way. All of the radio stations were talking about back to school and how fast kids grow up. Which just made me more sappy. All I needed was for Emma to ask me why I was sad. I am not sure what she would have thought had I told her that soon she was going to leave me and she wouldn't need me anymore. :) OK. Overly melodramatic moment is over. Here is a quick pic of the girls on their first day. Hopefully I got a better one on my camera and I will post it soon.</div>
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Plumb sings a song that expresses my feelings perfectly. The first time I heard it was not long after Emma was born and it has been one of my favorites ever since. I think I have listened to it at least 4 times today. Who wouldn't want to always keep their children close and protect them from all the bad things in the world?</div>
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"In My Arms"</div>
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Your baby blues</div>
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So full of wonder</div>
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Your curly cues</div>
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Your contagious smile</div>
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You start to grow up</div>
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All I can do is hold you tight</div>
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Knowing clouds will rage in</div>
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Of kings and queens and the bluest skies</div>
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-62435778891866064472012-03-09T16:06:00.001-06:002012-03-09T16:09:01.470-06:00An update from Olivia at 9 months... I don't know why this post just showed up, we wrote it on Feb 3, 2011...<br />
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So I know that Olivia will be 10 months old tomorrow, but she has been wanting to post this all month, so I am going to let her. I am passing the keyboard over to her now...<br />
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Hello everyone! I am 9 months old now and growing like a weed - a cute and adorable weed - but definitely as fast as a weed. I had my 9 month well baby check up and everything looks good. I weighed 19 lbs 4 oz and am 28 1/2 inches tall. I have come a long ways from when I was born and weighed 6 lbs 12 oz and was 19.4 inches tall. Mama is getting close to the point of not being able to carry me in my car seat. I don't know what they are going to do about that. I am saying Mama and Dada now. I do a lot of cooing and talking, but no one seems to understand what I am saying. I think Emma does some of the time because she talks back to me in my own language<br />
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I started crawling on New Year's Day, so Mom and Dad can't keep up with me now. They have their work cut out for them because they have gotten a little relaxed on keeping everything baby safe. I am finding lots of things on the floor that are very exciting and of course they have to go straight into my mouth so that I can check them out. Who knew that chewing on scraps of paper could be so much fun?<br />
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Just this week I figured out how to stand up by myself. I have to hold onto something, but I like the view from up here. There is a whole new world of things to get into now that I can reach higher. I can't wait to see what I can get my hands on. My diet is now quickly expanding. This week I have tried English Peas, Avocados, and Mum Mums. I love feeding myself, so anything that it is easy to pick up is great fun. I have also discovered that I love banana muffins, so I need to encourage Emma to make me some more. She is a great big sister. She likes to bring me toys and make sure that I am happy. She has been trying to take some of my new toys this week and we need to put a stop to that. Mama takes away one of her toys when she takes one of mine that I am playing with, but that doesn't seem to have solved the problem yet. Emma better watch out because I think it is about time for me to start taking her toys. The world is my oyster now that I am mobile and Emma has many pearls that I need to get my hands (and mouth) on!<br />
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I am definitely one of the happiest babies around. It doesn't take much to make me smile and laugh. Actually, it takes quite a lot to make me stop smiling. There are just so many things to be happy about that I can't help myself. Mama says that I am the happiest baby she is ever seen so I am sure that is the truth. She has a very objective perspective.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-15624429082373541712012-03-09T16:02:00.000-06:002012-03-09T16:02:04.846-06:00Behind the TimesSince my blog still has a Christmas background, I think it is only fitting that I finally share some of Olivia's newborn pictures and my maternity pictures. Olivia is 6 weeks old in the newborn pictures and I was 36 weeks pregnant in the maternity pictures. Just one short week before Olivia was born!<br />
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I uploaded more pictures to my Picasa web album, so check those out.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-86854993881451766592011-12-09T14:13:00.001-06:002011-12-09T14:20:56.692-06:00All I Want for Christmas...Last week we went to the Gingerbread Bash at the Children's Museum. It was such a fun night and the girls really enjoyed themselves. At the end of the evening, the girls had their picture taken with Santa. I didn't hear what Olivia asked for, but I think I know. On Sunday afternoon, I noticed that Olivia had gotten her two front lower teeth! I had just checked the day before, so I know that they came in after her time with Santa. She must have asked for them in her very sweet way to receive them so quickly!<br />
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Here are some of Olivia's school pictures. She is 6 1/2 months old in them. Her teacher told me that Olivia smiled and laughed through the whole thing. She is the happiest baby I have ever seen!<br />
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We had planned to meet Matt to eat out for dinner that night. I was debating going home to get clean clothes for her or buying something for her to wear at Target since it is right next to the Chili's where we planned to eat. When I called Matt, he said he was almost to Pearland, so I decided to wait for him in the Target parking lot and he could stay with the girls while I ran in to get something for Emma. Now remember that Emma is naked from the waist down. I unbuckle her so she can stand up in the back seat. After a minute or two, she says that she needs to go potty. I look through the car, but I don't even have a coat or blanket that I can wrap her in to take her into the store. As I look back and forth from her to Olivia she says she really needs to go and I tell her to just wait for a few more minutes. As I try to distract her, she tells me that "The pee pee is coming!" I say just hold it and she starts bouncing and repeats, "I can't! The pee pee is coming!" So now what do I do? Do I let her stand in the car and pee all over the back seat? Not something that I want to clean up. Do I try to get Olivia out of the car and get both girls into the restroom without exposing the fact that Emma doesn't have any clothes on? That would take too long. Or do I let Emma go in the Target parking lot? I can't believe that I am even considering that. Can I really let her do that??? When nothing brilliant comes to mind, I decide that is my only option. I open my door and hers and set her on the ground between them. Then I tell her to go. She looks at me like I have gone crazy when I spread her legs and tell her to squat down a little bit. Then she starts - and she pees a river. As she keeps going and going, I am looking around hoping that no one walks by to see my shame. How can I let my precious little girl do this? As soon as she finishes, I quickly put her in the car and close our doors so that I can deny any part in the large puddle on the ground by our car. Matt pulls up just about then and I run into the store to buy Emma a cute little dress because I feel so bad about what I just made her do. We get her dressed and head to dinner. I am still in shock about what just happened, and Emma is happy to be in her new dress and forgotten the events that led to her getting the new dress.<br />
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So I learned a good lesson: there might come a time when you are forced to do something that you had previously thought was impossible. And survive the event with nothing to show for it but a new dress. :)<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-87394860919935857922011-10-12T08:50:00.001-05:002011-10-12T09:55:10.329-05:00It's Started Already ~or~ Matt's in TroubleHere is a conversation that Emma and I had as we drove in to work/school yesterday morning...<br />
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Me: Emma, do you need a tissue?<br />
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Emma: No... I need money.<br />
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Me: <i>Silent while trying to determine if she really asked for money.</i><br />
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Emma: Mommy, do you have any money?<br />
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Now I am just trying to determine what she wanted the money for. Did she want to pick up a few more books at the school's book fair? Or did she want to do some shopping at Rice Village on her lunch break? Maybe one of her friends has a better lunch than her and she was thinking about trying to buy it? Or could there there be an underground poker club at her school?<br />
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On the way home yesterday she did say she wanted to go to the store. I asked her what she wanted to buy and she said eggs and coffee cream. But isn't that what every two year old wants to buy? I think she says that she wants to go to the store or out to eat almost every day. She is already turning into a social butterfly like her mommy and is happy to just be going anywhere. It is so cute when she says, "I want to go out to eat. I don't want to eat at home." or "I want to go to the store." in her cute little voice.<br />
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When we were on our way to my family reunion in July, one of our many potty stops (we had just started potty training Emma) was at a Buc-ee's type gas station so it had some random stuff for sale inside. As we were leaving, Emma was looking at all of the wonderful things at her eye level and she looked at me and said "I want to shop Mommy." When I told her that we needed to get back on the road her response was, "But I want to buy something." This is terribly cute at two, but I wonder if it will have the same effect when she is sixteen. Guess we will have to wait to find out.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-83217487643379787012011-10-05T15:19:00.000-05:002011-10-05T15:19:13.817-05:00Wait up guys!We have been raising our Emma and now Olivia to be little world travelers. So far, we haven't made it farther than Hawaii, but they are experts when it comes to West Texas and the Texas Panhandle. At 6 months old, Olivia has already flown to Midland and Lubbock and she can't wait to go somewhere even more exciting than Hawaii so Emma can't rub that in anymore. Last weekend we flew to Lubbock for the baby showers of our precious baby girl niece that is due to arrive in November. (On a side note, we can't wait for the newest Thompson to get here!) We have learned that it is a bit more of a challenge to fly with two girls, two car seats, and all the items that are required to care for and entertain the same two girls. Thankfully, Emma, as always, is a big helper. She has decided that she can roll one of the suitcases all by herself. And I am not talking about a child-size suitcase - she has to roll one of our suitcases - all by herself. As we were going from baggage claim to our car, she took off with one of the bags that probably weighs almost as much as she does. Every little bit, she would stop to change hands and say "Wait up guys!" It was so cute. If we dared to ask if she needed help, she would get that independent look in her eyes and tell us "I got it!" <i>Most</i> of the time, it is so cute to see this self-reliant streak in her. Sometimes it drives me up the wall because she won't do what I need her to do. Or it makes me sad because she is growing up so fast. Either way, it is so amazing to see her grow into her own personality. I just wish it would go a little slower. Have you have seen the commercial with the dad talking to the little girl in the driver seat of the car about being a safe driver? Then they show the girl again and she is a teenager that is about to go for a drive by herself. I am not even sure what the commercial is for, but I feel like that is going to be me. Right now, 16 seems like it is forever away, but I also know that Emma will be 3 years old next month and it feels like yesterday that she was a newborn baby cuddled in my arms. And Olivia is not slowing down either - it doesn't seem possible that she is 6 months and 1 day old. I don't see any way to slow them down, so if you have any tips, let me know. :)Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-69409369398890193262011-09-27T10:41:00.000-05:002011-09-27T10:41:35.972-05:00I Smack You!Last night we were reminded that we have a parrot in the house. Olivia was eating carrots for the first time, and we were taking awhile. Matt had finished eating and Emma was eating some strawberries for desert. In between feeding Olivia bites, I started nibbling on a wonton. Matt looks at me with a completely innocent face, and says that I must be hungry. In shock, I ask him what he means because it sounds like he just called me a pig. He smiles and says again that I must be hungry. Hmmmph. So, my natural mature response is "You better watch out or I will smack you!" A second later, Emma smiles, looks at her dad, and says "I smack you!" Ooops! So now I am apologizing to Matt and Emma saying that wasn't a nice thing for me to say and that we shouldn't ever say that to anyone. The fact that I am having to bite me toungue to keep from laughing isn't helping things at all. Matt enjoyed the entire experience and my backtracking to convince Emma that it wasn't a nice thing to say entirely too much.<br />
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Now I am just hoping that Emma doesn't start telling her friends at school that she will smack them. Definitely don't want to have to explain that one to the teachers.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-7335435625070360382011-07-03T11:24:00.001-05:002011-09-27T10:42:33.753-05:00Lesson LearnedWe are on our way home from my family reunion in Cleburne. This was my first time to go and we had a great time visiting with our Spelce family. Emma met her cousin Logan for the first time. They are almost the same age and they had a great time playing with each other. I will post some pictures after I load them onto the computer.<br />
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Now about the lesson learned... Yesterday afternoon we went to the hotel pool with Pa Spelce. I remembered Emma's swimsuit, but I didn't bring a swim diaper. Emma is potty training, so I didn't even think about needing something for the pool. I decided to put a Pull-up on her at the last minute. While we were at the pool, I noticed it was taking on A LOT of water. When we got back to the room, Matt started getting Emma ready for her shower while I drool care of Olivia. After a few minutes, he shouted "We are not doing this again!" I walked in to find Emma's suit half way down and she was covered in the gel that is supposed to be on the inside of the Pull-up. I can't believe how much of that stuff ther was - it was everywhere! Emma was a good sport while we worked to get it off of her and her swimsuit. <br />
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So lesson learned - never use a Pull-up in a pool!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-75233849847516583602011-06-29T23:29:00.000-05:002011-06-29T23:29:07.164-05:00Picture Time!I haven't been doing a very good job of blogging so far, but I have been trying to keep new pictures in my Picasa gallery. Check out all the new ones that I added tonight.<br />
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I am going back to work next week, so I should have more time in front of a computer to catch up on the blog. And of course I am only talking about my lunch break... :)Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-59456962624195446492011-05-17T12:47:00.001-05:002011-05-17T12:49:17.780-05:00Six weeks = Six hoursI can't believe that Olivia is already six weeks old - and she is growing so fast. I really treasure the time I am getting to spend with her right now. I am reminded daily of how blessed we are with our two precious little girls. Emma reminds me everyday of what a big girl she is. A few days ago she spilled a little bit of apple juice on her chair, so we took the cover off and washed it. I didn't get the chair put back together until yesterday while she was at school. When she came home she looked at her chair and said "My chair is all better. No more apple juice." It was so cute. And Olivia is getting much more alert. She will look at me when I talk to her and she will smile at me sometimes. I don't care what anyone says - it isn't just gas. :) <br />
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We are finally making some progress in the sleep department. She normally goes 2-3 hours between feedings at night - even though she goes 3-5 hours during the day. Well, about 3 nights ago, she decided to wait 6 hours between eating. I am not sure if it will last, but it is great timing since I was sick. Emma was sick on my birthday last week and I thought the rest of the family had escaped, but I started feeling bad on Saturday night. So Matt has been taking all the night feedings. I am better today, but I hope Olivia keeps up with the 6 hours. :)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTAWC3bDt__hOgQ1zmdm9PfN48rxOsZYIleufxGNxP_POle0UDNxf4TbVZVpfCmZGVQi32PmqOTOsHCbpimmLs5ZoOW1lSN4IZ5IXr0bwCtiH_JbsWOqbxqzN-9rroUJdwD0AQ1R0XOo/s1600/6+weeks+old.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTAWC3bDt__hOgQ1zmdm9PfN48rxOsZYIleufxGNxP_POle0UDNxf4TbVZVpfCmZGVQi32PmqOTOsHCbpimmLs5ZoOW1lSN4IZ5IXr0bwCtiH_JbsWOqbxqzN-9rroUJdwD0AQ1R0XOo/s320/6+weeks+old.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><b><center>6 weeks old</center></b>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-82995508587828068512011-05-09T22:08:00.000-05:002011-05-09T22:08:09.129-05:00Birthday FreebiesThis is a bit of a random post for me, but I just had to share some of my recent research. A few weeks ago, I was inspired by Extreme Couponing to try to find free things that I could get for my birthday. Here are the best sites that I found with lists of store and restaurant freebies. I want to give them all the credit for the work that they have done. :)<br />
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<a href="http://www.heyitsfree.net/2006/10/03/birthday-freebies/"><u><b><FONT COLOR="#0000FF">Hey! It's Free!</FONT></b></u></a><br />
This site seems to be updated frequently.<br />
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<a href="http://www.thefrugalgirls.com/birthday-freebies"><u><b><FONT COLOR="#0000FF">The Frugal Girls</FONT></b></u></a><br />
This site also has good non-birthday deals posted daily.<br />
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Good luck and let me know if you get any great deals!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-18979596365434628262011-04-15T16:49:00.000-05:002011-04-15T16:49:46.326-05:00Hospital pictures<div><embed src="http://widget-59.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=2594073385405859417&site=widget-59.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2594073385405859417&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-59.slide.com/p1/2594073385405859417/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2594073385405859417&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-59.slide.com/p2/2594073385405859417/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2594073385405859417&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-59.slide.com/p4/2594073385405859417/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>These are the pictures that we had taken by the photographer in the hospital. When someone wants to sell you pictures of your newborn baby, it is hard to say no. Olivia was not in a good mood, so I am impressed that she was able to get some good pictures.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-74958493397556351732011-04-09T22:18:00.000-05:002011-04-09T22:18:42.056-05:00More picturesI uploaded more pictures to Picasa. And here is one of my favorites.<br />
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Born April 4, 2011 at 1:09 pm<br />
Weight 6 lbs 12 oz<br />
Height 19.4 in<br />
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We are all doing great. I added some pictures to Picasa and will add more as soon as I can. <br />
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Right now, it is just Olivia and I in our room. It is quiet and peaceful, so I am just sitting here listening to her make newborn squeeking noises and feeling how extremely blessed I am. Thank you to everyone for your love, prayers, and support during this pregnancy. <br />
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We love you all,<br />
Matt, J-J, Emma Ruth, & Olivia GraceJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-51889884757780127872011-03-28T17:37:00.000-05:002011-03-28T17:37:59.940-05:00Emma's new best friendsMelissa came down last week so that we could meet her beautiful twin daughters. Madison and Rheagan were born February 3rd, which is the day that I went into the hospital and began my bed rest, so I had only seen them in pictures. They are precious! Emma enjoyed meeting her new friends and was very sweet and gentle with them. It was also good preparation for meeting her new baby sister next week. :)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzN4-y6Anm4KJgs4OPfLd4Dhox3q11ciSsSbwuddmdgeIGOn4qqDcfpqLAFE9KKAC7br-eZ6rCRDSJqSrJahL1Dz3OYF1PfcwMZF4i60xVL6jEjL551-kKIi7rB8g124ujks-7F2qAcZs/s1600/School+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzN4-y6Anm4KJgs4OPfLd4Dhox3q11ciSsSbwuddmdgeIGOn4qqDcfpqLAFE9KKAC7br-eZ6rCRDSJqSrJahL1Dz3OYF1PfcwMZF4i60xVL6jEjL551-kKIi7rB8g124ujks-7F2qAcZs/s320/School+1.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>One thing she was excited about was her new lunch bags and backpack. In fact, she was so excited that she wanted to take all three to school with her. I was relieved that we didn't have a fight when it was time to leave and she only took one lunch bag with her. She is so precious and such a sweet little girl, but she definitely has a mind of her own. I don't know where she got that from. :)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4-ZR0XbcXHiS0tLo3g6cyZJH7PB08SitnrzEhNEo6_ODgDdYowzhC0p9tyzSjJXsgIFizfSclQc3vSdc8h9yXA_r3_9V3oTR6rOw_cz_PWf4BJcp-U5j6QXuExiggYk8a3kJpuds3Zk/s1600/School+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4-ZR0XbcXHiS0tLo3g6cyZJH7PB08SitnrzEhNEo6_ODgDdYowzhC0p9tyzSjJXsgIFizfSclQc3vSdc8h9yXA_r3_9V3oTR6rOw_cz_PWf4BJcp-U5j6QXuExiggYk8a3kJpuds3Zk/s320/School+2.JPG" width="214" /></a></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-14662936073656091162010-11-06T09:08:00.001-05:002010-11-08T12:10:23.720-06:00Happy Halloween!<center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EpuKO7TmMLJCpFFlFl1r0uoLs8BYq6sS1AWNBW3PUuMQ6EzPMS2R9EpC53zoyb_rFUDEOAcvKYLfNHJ5LnMX-TGK3CjOKk0MjAm3ftrurdTNaN0CSLE3sr4hfKzaPPZndXL77F9q_Nc/s1600/Halloween+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EpuKO7TmMLJCpFFlFl1r0uoLs8BYq6sS1AWNBW3PUuMQ6EzPMS2R9EpC53zoyb_rFUDEOAcvKYLfNHJ5LnMX-TGK3CjOKk0MjAm3ftrurdTNaN0CSLE3sr4hfKzaPPZndXL77F9q_Nc/s320/Halloween+1.jpg" width="297" /></a></center><br />
<center><b>The story behind the peacock.</b></center>Last Spring, I found this peacock costume online. I instantly fell in love with it and decided that is what Emma would be for Halloween this year. It was out of stock, so I put it on my wish list and would check on it from time to time. I eventually signed up for email notices on three different websites to let me know when it came in stock. Move ahead six months... I am checking the websites almost daily even though I haven't received an email - and it is in stock in Emma's size! I ordered it immediately. When it was delivered a few days later, I was pleased to see that it was as cute in person as online. I showed it to Emma and she declared it to be "pretty". Then I tried to get her to try it on and received an adament "NO" followed by some crying. I decided to give it a few days and tried again with the same result. Finally, Matt and I decided that we just needed to get it on her and she would see that it wasn't that bad. So we put on the pretty peacock costume and Emma wailed the entire time that it was on.<center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-i6EZ9wlBYd4GwknpO8Clu3SchcJNjKkDCPCMML2BUVVb4oGvtKVxxe4aERGw6SaZO7wxIWPYRDMFIh6GuzLf4PUwqWlE6qkLxPObWZ9mTKxo6gROlMjOvtVdggbBcqQJS4Q4OOl3lGg/s1600/Halloween+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-i6EZ9wlBYd4GwknpO8Clu3SchcJNjKkDCPCMML2BUVVb4oGvtKVxxe4aERGw6SaZO7wxIWPYRDMFIh6GuzLf4PUwqWlE6qkLxPObWZ9mTKxo6gROlMjOvtVdggbBcqQJS4Q4OOl3lGg/s320/Halloween+4.jpg" width="252" /></a></center>It was sad and funny at the same time to see Emma so upset while in this precious peacock costume. Every few days I would show Emma the costume and she continued to say it was pretty but refuse to try it on. Finally with Halloween only days away, I was beginning to accept that Emma might be wearing her skeleton pajamas. Then while out shopping one day, I found a precious Alice in Wonderland dress that was half price at the Disney store. That would be much cuter than the skeleton pajamas if I couldn't have a peacock.<br />
For Emma's school party, I took the dress and the skeleton and told them that she could wear either. She chose the skeleton. The Fall Festival at church was the same night, so we just kept the pajamas on for comfort.<center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-I453srt-kLr4Z0nI_Nh8qLQCGW1JtTsvkP_MQrdtfVdt09yBbDE_a2N3-lXTdgdTZ6mebaiHPplJI7rOwIs0iiMegIWZ9tlQrRnxib6GHVa-MfdKZ72UnFux1WPZMpvkmG5PPBOKUXI/s1600/Halloween+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-I453srt-kLr4Z0nI_Nh8qLQCGW1JtTsvkP_MQrdtfVdt09yBbDE_a2N3-lXTdgdTZ6mebaiHPplJI7rOwIs0iiMegIWZ9tlQrRnxib6GHVa-MfdKZ72UnFux1WPZMpvkmG5PPBOKUXI/s320/Halloween+2.JPG" width="239" /></a></center><center><b>The icing is the best part!</b></center><br />
<center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5h3YwY5_q6mVhkCYN1YgVy5FvASAEQqUaqgxP4lEvxF7-dViMOBZikQ1ydpZY17ZVTcKO0jjIbM67YaoyzDM8tGbsjhN-Af-dC4w-HuieAg5dGvRsPXKn7vLi88lqRInEMmDTUueoY4/s1600/Halloween+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5h3YwY5_q6mVhkCYN1YgVy5FvASAEQqUaqgxP4lEvxF7-dViMOBZikQ1ydpZY17ZVTcKO0jjIbM67YaoyzDM8tGbsjhN-Af-dC4w-HuieAg5dGvRsPXKn7vLi88lqRInEMmDTUueoY4/s320/Halloween+3.jpg" width="219" /></a></center><center><b>Daddy can't catch me!</b></center><br />
Then Halloween arrives and Matt wants to try the peacock. We put it on with a few tears, but she calmed down quickly. Emma was ready to go Trick or Treating for the first time. She loved walking from house to house and said "Thank you" to everyone that gave her candy. <center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzl6LkEtJERTXETk9OOzZqWhy2XdXmUi9JujdeEBJMn26Guet23s2VI8DJ2BoSHOuQkgUkuLiL7deBvAni9soa4hCFFWP2FvAH_8583Pp4s5ESbGNsaxWz3GfN27M83NaziJ3Ym73-n9o/s1600/Halloween+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><br />
<img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzl6LkEtJERTXETk9OOzZqWhy2XdXmUi9JujdeEBJMn26Guet23s2VI8DJ2BoSHOuQkgUkuLiL7deBvAni9soa4hCFFWP2FvAH_8583Pp4s5ESbGNsaxWz3GfN27M83NaziJ3Ym73-n9o/s320/Halloween+6.jpg" width="265" /></center>I am so happy that she ended up wearing the peacock and that we all had such a fun Halloween! I did learn a valuable lesson about falling in love with a costume for Emma - don't do it!<br />
I have more pictures in our picasa gallery, so be sure to check those out using the link on the right side of the page.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-47787505776197692362010-07-21T08:58:00.006-05:002010-07-21T09:56:46.749-05:00Emma's Artistic SideSo, I have been chastised for my lack of posting... I guess I have just been too busy living life with Emma (and Matt) to blog about the joy of life with Emma. I will try to catch up on what we have been doing recently in the next week. I am also uploading new photos to our Picasa web albums.<br /><br /><strong>The Craft Table</strong><br />Emma needed a place to express her creative side (instead of sitting on the floor), so we got a craft table for her. We found one that is big enough for Matt and I to sit with her, and we all love it. She enjoys using it to color, eat her snacks, and just hang out. The first day we had it, I asked her if she wanted to eat breakfast at her table. She instantly ran to the table and sat on one of the chairs. When she wants us to color with her, she points at one of the empty chairs and says "Down." Who can resist that? And I must say that washable crayons/markers/paint are some of the best inventions ever! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXp_VXNt85e3dvHn7vDfxJDkxDNRFwmVFZwQsaaXGUIy1dAzc1_FchsBqM8pr6mNIce-5PCrk_253lfMV8crjfd-5Ra234gAYAVqU6_T4_2xTnU22Wf0RJlKmOO2yX0JWsyCdudVArEZk/s1600/IMG_1576.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXp_VXNt85e3dvHn7vDfxJDkxDNRFwmVFZwQsaaXGUIy1dAzc1_FchsBqM8pr6mNIce-5PCrk_253lfMV8crjfd-5Ra234gAYAVqU6_T4_2xTnU22Wf0RJlKmOO2yX0JWsyCdudVArEZk/s320/IMG_1576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496370759468923842" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhumzkiS-dyovz8m8ZnmlUmgWEuV0TNKRdjE1ZK8Wdlk1-KYWVJZu0LM6SZ0aGlWobrcaV7HADVq5vWQjgnklAZ8P8a3C2xg2M2-YCwijKke_AEo5YX6xqKKnKU69Tk1f-OpQQgd9iN8sQ/s1600/IMG_1582.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhumzkiS-dyovz8m8ZnmlUmgWEuV0TNKRdjE1ZK8Wdlk1-KYWVJZu0LM6SZ0aGlWobrcaV7HADVq5vWQjgnklAZ8P8a3C2xg2M2-YCwijKke_AEo5YX6xqKKnKU69Tk1f-OpQQgd9iN8sQ/s320/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496370761890300130" /></a>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-19794457633415042162010-06-08T16:09:00.006-05:002010-06-08T22:47:42.584-05:00Little Stinker<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizjnk4k-vEkcxr1ZY0tzUniKprQzBf1XLsvcZpB2YVukrX6t6NQpysVKjWwxsggqgJI1A1dk_BAvy3CNyFMGJqlhL9CUi0a-wDPTTVz6Uj-LBINyTkjupY8Rd15bUjWmJzUT-z6qaaJzY/s1600/IMG_2179.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizjnk4k-vEkcxr1ZY0tzUniKprQzBf1XLsvcZpB2YVukrX6t6NQpysVKjWwxsggqgJI1A1dk_BAvy3CNyFMGJqlhL9CUi0a-wDPTTVz6Uj-LBINyTkjupY8Rd15bUjWmJzUT-z6qaaJzY/s320/IMG_2179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480615115306862466" /></a>So Emma said Mama before Dada. She would point to me and say Mama, so she knows what the word means. But recently she became very stingy with the use of Mama. Most of the time if I ask her who I am, her response is either "No" or she will point at Matt and say "Daddy". I'm not letting it bother me because I know she likes me better than Matt (I just want to see if he reads this.) <br /><br />But this weekend while we were eating dinner at Chick-fil-A she pulled a new one on me. Emma was eating her fruit and I was eating my milk shake. (Good example of do as I say and not as I do. Heehee.) She looks up at me with her sweetest face and says "mama... Mama... MAMA" as she reaches for my milk shake. Such an inappropriate use of her cuteness. I held out and made her finish her fruit before she got a few bites of my ice cream. I was very proud of myself. I wonder how long she will keep this up.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4wZDJcPgvRh-pwdf9nGXTWYA0yAoEHNMV61NYiOvRlnF5WQQjZ71zViDHm0Q1fjtFuq3aRV_K962XS6Iw8UqBuEWDwtC4jVWDeMopVBZfDgln4A1YDdCXUitYMPrhKkmOU79OerU0rI/s1600/IMG_2181.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4wZDJcPgvRh-pwdf9nGXTWYA0yAoEHNMV61NYiOvRlnF5WQQjZ71zViDHm0Q1fjtFuq3aRV_K962XS6Iw8UqBuEWDwtC4jVWDeMopVBZfDgln4A1YDdCXUitYMPrhKkmOU79OerU0rI/s320/IMG_2181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480614046418797634" /></a>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-1470942745897181952010-06-05T22:30:00.003-05:002010-06-05T22:49:55.383-05:00Emma loves the Astros!We went to an Astros game last night with a large group from church. Emma Ruth had fun cheering her favorite team to a great victory against the Cubs. Every win the Astros get this year is something to cheer about. :) <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh88hI9c5PcpmboxIE7QZYRyOfgAd1-RnEF6Y1APSORTyHYXT9hAog-ZkCbzA7PjHMO0cEFIPpwO5gZKfd7Dc7N_-khagFZ6v4XLkyoTeC5DqQQPlya8whJRiJ_oDundHcr-PrxpZ1ksRo/s1600/Astros+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh88hI9c5PcpmboxIE7QZYRyOfgAd1-RnEF6Y1APSORTyHYXT9hAog-ZkCbzA7PjHMO0cEFIPpwO5gZKfd7Dc7N_-khagFZ6v4XLkyoTeC5DqQQPlya8whJRiJ_oDundHcr-PrxpZ1ksRo/s320/Astros+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479500844279069378" /></a><center><strong>Sitting in a chair like a big girl</strong></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgiNGyJOMjPACBnS9ywfffR1-eZsKJFmIv3CXv_nBLfjEZFiGOyXZkOOeDDiD9V0tL-uhGzc9X-hUD3MqVtVQxSAnGScGmIwLIqG15vw0Cn1bnhPFR_EXEKxf7Z0TzJcSFgjVQJt7LZc/s1600/Astros+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgiNGyJOMjPACBnS9ywfffR1-eZsKJFmIv3CXv_nBLfjEZFiGOyXZkOOeDDiD9V0tL-uhGzc9X-hUD3MqVtVQxSAnGScGmIwLIqG15vw0Cn1bnhPFR_EXEKxf7Z0TzJcSFgjVQJt7LZc/s320/Astros+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479500841626338050" /></a><center><strong>Go Astros!</strong></center>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-58185266428468252152010-05-28T12:38:00.003-05:002010-05-28T12:46:30.980-05:00Emma Loves PopsiclesWe had a picnic after church this week - complete with popsicles. This was the first time that we gave her one of these frozen treats and she enjoyed every bite.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyW6ZTBG60toT8RuAJKup5SCdA1WzTp0wM5AdxCI4HGyT9VN15okzCUxmT0HU9IbOi0G_u8-pTinIgUyQfh4mnF_fhG88bahFiG9PBy_SfkdCh6KLZ6474r02tPUaQMggBttXtOPCxKfE/s1600/IMG_1439.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyW6ZTBG60toT8RuAJKup5SCdA1WzTp0wM5AdxCI4HGyT9VN15okzCUxmT0HU9IbOi0G_u8-pTinIgUyQfh4mnF_fhG88bahFiG9PBy_SfkdCh6KLZ6474r02tPUaQMggBttXtOPCxKfE/s320/IMG_1439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476377725401119010" /></a><center><strong>Let me try some of that.</strong></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNtRR_9svjvxSts9h_hPdefURau5_Msnqp7clFt1VuOCFJOdwWak_tCOkesgrYxChIQ_VJnDbjqpMGedkIeXbPloRB2qzuaIQqxp68drFdwKDGYWxSvILQZLUazOYnZk-Jr63VQIClpc/s1600/IMG_1440.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNtRR_9svjvxSts9h_hPdefURau5_Msnqp7clFt1VuOCFJOdwWak_tCOkesgrYxChIQ_VJnDbjqpMGedkIeXbPloRB2qzuaIQqxp68drFdwKDGYWxSvILQZLUazOYnZk-Jr63VQIClpc/s320/IMG_1440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476377728986142546" /></a><center><strong>That's cold, but I like it.</strong></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOCITzm4KVl_rLlxYMiExczHNpz0xmGjhgJ04BMAbpwLgJyfjmgCH5bf6FJjjjd3H8Zc-fNUFIr6CrxRAc9MMSUuzRXqePTMiItbLScG3dM8pCUBzIx526ojCdIR_t1NPHx-t68fGcr8/s1600/IMG_1450.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOCITzm4KVl_rLlxYMiExczHNpz0xmGjhgJ04BMAbpwLgJyfjmgCH5bf6FJjjjd3H8Zc-fNUFIr6CrxRAc9MMSUuzRXqePTMiItbLScG3dM8pCUBzIx526ojCdIR_t1NPHx-t68fGcr8/s320/IMG_1450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476377718977998370" /></a><center><strong>All gone.</strong></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVa9sSFbCTXbgsAg6_LnZ2zOoNVlDRQcL2ojfxgPeBp9N_h_szWFWFzyCn_y1vTaE08QBRCvdQEX8BAgRIxRt7A4-mYUnfHBujL1JaP0Xj711wW9ab60r03m0ycGrdq2FE2pceAKByQp4/s1600/IMG_1451.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVa9sSFbCTXbgsAg6_LnZ2zOoNVlDRQcL2ojfxgPeBp9N_h_szWFWFzyCn_y1vTaE08QBRCvdQEX8BAgRIxRt7A4-mYUnfHBujL1JaP0Xj711wW9ab60r03m0ycGrdq2FE2pceAKByQp4/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476377716454220626" /></a><center><strong>Bummer... Can I have another?</strong></center>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-57495130838545213952010-05-26T11:54:00.005-05:002010-05-28T12:31:49.549-05:00The Cutest Gardener Ever!Emma loves being outside. The first thing she does when we get home in the afternoon is go to the backdoor and try to open it. I split my time outside between playing with her and getting the patio ready for Summer. This weekend she decided that she wanted to help me water the plants. Notice that she is completely soaked - she had also decided that she wanted to play in the water while I was trying to water the plants. The only bad part about our time outside is getting Emma to come inside. :)<br /><br />I am going to try something new with my pictures. I am still going to paste a few of my favorite pictures, but I am going to try to keep up links to Picasa albums on the right side of the page with more pictures for those of you that just can't get enough Emma. :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirl8Z6Al2LLOkFjMLDZPK2mq8k0_Btq-1NbUX7_clczSZwcpDcX76xi1PhQp3O_M1e1kLDzh-EiYYq19A9IeikZr6ayIFQXFzM67V6Tjl2dMBUdNWHO3IPIEdDffY_dVc8P0gWcIo35qQ/s1600/IMG_1426.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirl8Z6Al2LLOkFjMLDZPK2mq8k0_Btq-1NbUX7_clczSZwcpDcX76xi1PhQp3O_M1e1kLDzh-EiYYq19A9IeikZr6ayIFQXFzM67V6Tjl2dMBUdNWHO3IPIEdDffY_dVc8P0gWcIo35qQ/s320/IMG_1426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476373680498307714" /></a><center><strong>Sweet smile</strong></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnD2qPZCUzdH4_OaxfCrReQrMM85kiKblSHatfeDxnYYNGNI3SfB177zNd4vFp2j-qffBknlRsJ0S7WMeqXUaDpgCsfRB7d5bpBCFT7csOCOa57EJUtOwYPeKfpe3rc2yHJ-vOLivnRTg/s1600/IMG_1427.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnD2qPZCUzdH4_OaxfCrReQrMM85kiKblSHatfeDxnYYNGNI3SfB177zNd4vFp2j-qffBknlRsJ0S7WMeqXUaDpgCsfRB7d5bpBCFT7csOCOa57EJUtOwYPeKfpe3rc2yHJ-vOLivnRTg/s320/IMG_1427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476373684847265634" /></a><center><strong>These need a little more water.</strong></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1rcIZ0ofXK5G8B3oubrDxfIFQ3EKD96t63HIHCTVsAje6Q_4wmumZiD05EiPD-z7pcVp1kP4FtCuIIurTRbKxqqjO9bOWqO1cjdTokxgepk6gPvjFwPjcw8Cyknl5kSRzBleuVR4GCyA/s1600/IMG_1434.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1rcIZ0ofXK5G8B3oubrDxfIFQ3EKD96t63HIHCTVsAje6Q_4wmumZiD05EiPD-z7pcVp1kP4FtCuIIurTRbKxqqjO9bOWqO1cjdTokxgepk6gPvjFwPjcw8Cyknl5kSRzBleuVR4GCyA/s320/IMG_1434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476373691798566018" /></a><center><strong>I don't want to go inside!</strong></center>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498844005447250176.post-55828248506418775042010-05-17T22:25:00.004-05:002010-05-17T21:27:49.678-05:00Emma's first trip to Aggieland!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvf8TgntQ8wE3tLCTqXYrMW49uSgpqiTWOTj8bvs1hGsJu0U1HLXdvP6ZsuMMGJawSHoBIPAba_M9osWHzlpWvy83nSJxLd7Pl9PT86M7pwvDmSCdxJ-zzjis5sSTpXj18gGFnx0D9P88/s1600/A&M+blog+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472073779997554482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvf8TgntQ8wE3tLCTqXYrMW49uSgpqiTWOTj8bvs1hGsJu0U1HLXdvP6ZsuMMGJawSHoBIPAba_M9osWHzlpWvy83nSJxLd7Pl9PT86M7pwvDmSCdxJ-zzjis5sSTpXj18gGFnx0D9P88/s320/A&M+blog+1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Last month, Emma and I went up to College Station for her first trip to Texas A&M. Becca and Taylor organized a reunion with a lot of our college friends. I think we had 8 kids in the group, so it was a little different than the last time we were all together. We were such party animals - on Friday night, we drank wine and played dominoes, Whoonu, and Snorta. If you have ever played Snorta, you know how much fun we were having. (Thanks for that Becky!)<br /><br />We had so much fun taking Emma all over campus and taking pictures of her. Taking a nice long nap in the APO office. (I did that several times while I was in college... most likely while I should have been in class.) I got some really cute pictures of her under the Century Tree and under a lovely bike rack. In the Academic building and walking on the Drill Field. Such great memories.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUVUKj6M252b6UHOdPmF2L8qUuRBBipaikNB4_cSZdjs-SLjzbEHIPvyT4mjGZmz2ZTYehvuyaCnw6JJ9ZlvHdTqcyi836fPZQeXQMDMkx4nHp2Q75uZ51J-PI-ls9Hkz1ZsEhA-Lr9Hs/s1600/A&M+blog+8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414410667494850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUVUKj6M252b6UHOdPmF2L8qUuRBBipaikNB4_cSZdjs-SLjzbEHIPvyT4mjGZmz2ZTYehvuyaCnw6JJ9ZlvHdTqcyi836fPZQeXQMDMkx4nHp2Q75uZ51J-PI-ls9Hkz1ZsEhA-Lr9Hs/s320/A&M+blog+8.jpg" border="0" /></a> <center><strong>Making lovely decorations for the APO office</strong></center><center><strong>Kevin J Lueb! Whoop!!</strong></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQx6qHIto20oJrWuIPIUkzjPZb2Mee3X0xnBFZYobCDqRnI_nHiOOPTiDJLiB_cnmlcSV1jUc-6i8vGjzP38N2Q_5M_hCicVTFqOHGFhLq9B4v848JCHzJm-PqUHn8mY2UU9AS0V3YE8U/s1600/A&M+blog+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414366158745970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQx6qHIto20oJrWuIPIUkzjPZb2Mee3X0xnBFZYobCDqRnI_nHiOOPTiDJLiB_cnmlcSV1jUc-6i8vGjzP38N2Q_5M_hCicVTFqOHGFhLq9B4v848JCHzJm-PqUHn8mY2UU9AS0V3YE8U/s320/A&M+blog+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <center><strong>Emma under the Century Tree</strong></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmGsCEpconaJjjWpgKu7mNXCeusHQXoEasjyrd9D2xiRzCJ7RZnozW5yOvLhRRwlGAkxRcF02CE8Jjid9sImzjoQDaTFVNpibs-dhJSiM07rKf43o6fWmcGdzQyxEtClBo-k36XbmkEAY/s1600/A&M+blog+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414394942142866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmGsCEpconaJjjWpgKu7mNXCeusHQXoEasjyrd9D2xiRzCJ7RZnozW5yOvLhRRwlGAkxRcF02CE8Jjid9sImzjoQDaTFVNpibs-dhJSiM07rKf43o6fWmcGdzQyxEtClBo-k36XbmkEAY/s320/A&M+blog+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><center><strong>Is that a big seal or a little baby?</strong></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2TysgJm89uMpM4Lak9k1XGSnvm4SNVTq44xZOqFmNsAM_mPrWXZiWc0nTMq2dbcXgzWwptpMl7llrKLqxm2v4fXXsjs0s8NM7NoOJeRWBWSnOa52JZd9PwVJGkJ_28E05a2YjjE36FY/s1600/A&M+blog+4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2TysgJm89uMpM4Lak9k1XGSnvm4SNVTq44xZOqFmNsAM_mPrWXZiWc0nTMq2dbcXgzWwptpMl7llrKLqxm2v4fXXsjs0s8NM7NoOJeRWBWSnOa52JZd9PwVJGkJ_28E05a2YjjE36FY/s320/A&M+blog+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472430306443626866" /></a><center><strong>Simpson Drill Field</strong></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-U3cE-XwKGyDMTBiPNbqp4EzcXxbLRBpligBCME2y37WPlLc3ENq2XBugrcAEomEI9g253MhIe4vcOOan0b696VZjvS5klmoPYLUTg3_Ax7Yo8fPD7Y_W3vNF3mLlHk3071foXjYtMIQ/s1600/A&M+blog+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472417760260180242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-U3cE-XwKGyDMTBiPNbqp4EzcXxbLRBpligBCME2y37WPlLc3ENq2XBugrcAEomEI9g253MhIe4vcOOan0b696VZjvS5klmoPYLUTg3_Ax7Yo8fPD7Y_W3vNF3mLlHk3071foXjYtMIQ/s320/A&M+blog+6.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgz3nBynz7ddOS8dTbSCwodXbaJbuUWgeQzgxT3T3Q79yQrfUY-wrsaIp2gnyuBNlOmT7yVidFv9NjuWIoaxhIg-t7PacTkWN8Aj8oPcu9wheRMWz2AElhHXiRBHlv3_-uYm4xK6TK__c/s1600/A&M+blog+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472418245830131874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgz3nBynz7ddOS8dTbSCwodXbaJbuUWgeQzgxT3T3Q79yQrfUY-wrsaIp2gnyuBNlOmT7yVidFv9NjuWIoaxhIg-t7PacTkWN8Aj8oPcu9wheRMWz2AElhHXiRBHlv3_-uYm4xK6TK__c/s320/A&M+blog+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Emma was completely spoiled by her Aggie Aunties! It is crazy to see how much the campus and the city have changed when I was in school. It doesn't seem like the same town anymore - there are so many restaurants and shops that are new. We all decided that it is a good thing they weren't there before or we would have all been broke. Or at least more broke than we already were as college students.<br /><br />It was a great time with great friends and I hope that we can make it a annual gathering. Becca and Taylor - Thanks so much for taking the time to plan and get us all together!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxfIKoC-01sY1pLJr80AtJKeLt8dPlIEH8pJBSnd0O1k5AAdivwJWcDQTHISNIynXi9Iuu2GJU83s1lLE4xInuwkWhyphenhyphenblicAb4OxG87QdQmTzPUdZgOgqmuAFjh2da52yEm6Wb0wUlP4/s1600/A&M+blog+7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472414400112658562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxfIKoC-01sY1pLJr80AtJKeLt8dPlIEH8pJBSnd0O1k5AAdivwJWcDQTHISNIynXi9Iuu2GJU83s1lLE4xInuwkWhyphenhyphenblicAb4OxG87QdQmTzPUdZgOgqmuAFjh2da52yEm6Wb0wUlP4/s320/A&M+blog+7.jpg" border="0" /></a> <center><strong>The Whole Group</strong></center>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15967077950592067335noreply@blogger.com0