<?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-4738280325902808839</id><updated>2012-01-12T20:51:53.830-06:00</updated><category term='rory and spencer'/><category term='me'/><category term='Rory'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='buster'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='projects'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='school'/><category term='easter fun'/><category term='trip'/><category term='home'/><category term='spencer'/><category term='movie'/><category term='new braunfels'/><category term='green'/><category term='ouch'/><category term='our town'/><category term='texas'/><category term='animal'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='food'/><category term='outdoors'/><category term='crazy kids'/><category term='the kids'/><category term='visitors'/><category term='tv'/><category term='family fun'/><category term='edward'/><category term='project'/><category term='pet'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Martin Family ShEnAnigAnS</title><subtitle type='html'>This is our family and this is what we do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-6892331509635213720</id><published>2011-05-06T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T13:55:04.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Program</title><content type='html'>Spencer's pre-k program was last night, and what an awesome theme...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sO3D5rY2L8M/TcQ8Wla01wI/AAAAAAAABXQ/gJLuDgVBncI/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603670195055154946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sO3D5rY2L8M/TcQ8Wla01wI/AAAAAAAABXQ/gJLuDgVBncI/s400/IMG_0208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They sang so many cute, twangy texas songs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTXsDpy02M0/TcQ8WbleXTI/AAAAAAAABXI/TcQRf_O4uss/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603670192415464754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTXsDpy02M0/TcQ8WbleXTI/AAAAAAAABXI/TcQRf_O4uss/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They even did, "She'll be comin' 'round the mountain..." and when Spencer sang, "she'll be driving 6 white horses when she comes. WWOOOOO Back!", he got WAY too into it. Look here, no head! They were OH so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1rfCG9olLk/TcQ8WeIyNxI/AAAAAAAABXA/HVIudnRvr2w/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603670193100437266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1rfCG9olLk/TcQ8WeIyNxI/AAAAAAAABXA/HVIudnRvr2w/s400/IMG_0228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic of Spencer and Rory hugging in a soccer game against each other! LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNdQQLAOvxk/TcQ8V1t2CXI/AAAAAAAABW4/V7JJVNuz_i0/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603670182250023282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNdQQLAOvxk/TcQ8V1t2CXI/AAAAAAAABW4/V7JJVNuz_i0/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward and I celebrated our 10th Anniversary! 10 down, infinitely more to go! LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq_pd-rYlVU/TcQ8VvcFSjI/AAAAAAAABWw/B07iWqM0d94/s1600/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603670180564912690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq_pd-rYlVU/TcQ8VvcFSjI/AAAAAAAABWw/B07iWqM0d94/s400/IMG_0206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="Z-INDEX: 50; POSITION: absolute; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 45px; TOP: 30px; LEFT: 0px" id="tag"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-6892331509635213720?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/6892331509635213720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=6892331509635213720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6892331509635213720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6892331509635213720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring-program.html' title='Spring Program'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sO3D5rY2L8M/TcQ8Wla01wI/AAAAAAAABXQ/gJLuDgVBncI/s72-c/IMG_0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-6581351305330852844</id><published>2011-04-11T10:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T10:36:10.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spencer'/><title type='text'>No Training Wheels!</title><content type='html'>The other day I said, "Hey Spencer, do you want to try to ride without training wheels?" "Ok", he said, not very enthusiastically... but he did great. After about 20 minutes of holding on to his seat, he was taking off all by himself. I'm so proud and he's super proud too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594349168333080210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NFkYDN8mDc4/TaMe7a_-xpI/AAAAAAAABWg/X9eWjd6yfgc/s400/IMG_0166.JPG" /&gt;Speed demon!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594349171753485330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xz2W9JPtQE8/TaMe7nveBBI/AAAAAAAABWo/I4JNSyJ0B7k/s400/IMG_0162.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There he goes!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrZvUSZjE7k/TaMe7ZIt4YI/AAAAAAAABWY/RvRLII9blQ8/s1600/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594349167832850818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrZvUSZjE7k/TaMe7ZIt4YI/AAAAAAAABWY/RvRLII9blQ8/s400/IMG_0155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he comes again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oR8DoGRbl-8/TaMe7A5wkGI/AAAAAAAABWQ/by5cL0vgRMo/s1600/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594349161327661154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oR8DoGRbl-8/TaMe7A5wkGI/AAAAAAAABWQ/by5cL0vgRMo/s400/IMG_0156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When he looked at this on the computer he said, "Why is my head crooked like that?," HAHA! Edward's head does that too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VS7RPacj4zs/TaMe60OacWI/AAAAAAAABWI/ls2K9f2qCR0/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594349157924630882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VS7RPacj4zs/TaMe60OacWI/AAAAAAAABWI/ls2K9f2qCR0/s400/IMG_0167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="Z-INDEX: 50; POSITION: absolute; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 45px; TOP: 30px; LEFT: 0px" id="tag"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-6581351305330852844?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/6581351305330852844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=6581351305330852844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6581351305330852844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6581351305330852844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-training-wheels.html' title='No Training Wheels!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NFkYDN8mDc4/TaMe7a_-xpI/AAAAAAAABWg/X9eWjd6yfgc/s72-c/IMG_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-5365400577427270000</id><published>2010-12-16T15:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T15:32:22.467-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rory and spencer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Christmas time at School</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551395780808396722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TQqFDNKvz7I/AAAAAAAABVg/MZzRGRtjQco/s400/P1050364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Spencer had a Christmas Program at his Preschool last week. He was super excited to sing the songs he learned in front of a large crowd. There were easily 200 people there, and he stood loud and proud on center stage singing songs with his class.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551395797646369954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TQqFEL5O5KI/AAAAAAAABVw/ci8Cq1AX0T4/s400/P1050357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551395792620653266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TQqFD5LAitI/AAAAAAAABVo/KB3rOupOOL4/s400/P1050362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rory had a Christmas party at school today complete with Christmas tree cone decorating (frosting an upside down ice cream cone), Christmas bingo, pizza, cupcakes, and Chip 'n Dale's Rescue Rangers, yes the cartoon from back in the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had lots of fun and now we're all doped up on sugar!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551395770250766594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TQqFCl1nKQI/AAAAAAAABVY/SIo4OqmW4TU/s400/P1050369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551395762530834962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TQqFCJFCWhI/AAAAAAAABVQ/bsu9PZzRpAE/s400/P1050370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-5365400577427270000?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/5365400577427270000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=5365400577427270000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5365400577427270000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5365400577427270000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-time-at-school.html' title='Christmas time at School'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TQqFDNKvz7I/AAAAAAAABVg/MZzRGRtjQco/s72-c/P1050364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-8870752492424218354</id><published>2010-11-19T15:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:46:46.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st grade pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(I totally just stole Olivia's idea)... Here's Rory's school picture. Her school does super cute backdrops and poses in the spring pictures, so I wasn't worried about buying these. But the PTA Pres asked me to help the photographers... and as payment I got the largest picture package for free. So, here it is. She's WAY cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I didn't even get to help out with her class, she was already done by the time I got up there, but the PTA pres said she made sure Rory looked her best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're getting so big, Rory! We're proud of how smart you are!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541380424342922130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TObwIu5DY5I/AAAAAAAABVI/Ubb4tds3EmQ/s400/P1050336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-8870752492424218354?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/8870752492424218354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=8870752492424218354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8870752492424218354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8870752492424218354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/11/1st-grade-pics.html' title='1st grade pics'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TObwIu5DY5I/AAAAAAAABVI/Ubb4tds3EmQ/s72-c/P1050336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-3209729264421991377</id><published>2010-11-04T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:14:11.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rory's 7!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TNNoHit6DvI/AAAAAAAABVA/UEQ5I91E0bI/s1600/P1040330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535882845756198642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TNNoHit6DvI/AAAAAAAABVA/UEQ5I91E0bI/s400/P1040330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TNNoHYHEzxI/AAAAAAAABU4/1KAyoOtbHi8/s1600/P1040495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535882842908970770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TNNoHYHEzxI/AAAAAAAABU4/1KAyoOtbHi8/s400/P1040495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rory turned 7 today. Looking back at the last few years I realized how much she's grown. And she even shared a few memories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of herself from so many years ago.  Like her favorite "bear blankie"  and trying to pull our floor lamp over day after day.  I've really got to download some baby pictures, and her 1st grade picture.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Rory.  You're just like your mommy, which is a blessing and a curse!! HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-3209729264421991377?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/3209729264421991377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=3209729264421991377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3209729264421991377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3209729264421991377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/11/rorys-7.html' title='Rory&apos;s 7!!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TNNoHit6DvI/AAAAAAAABVA/UEQ5I91E0bI/s72-c/P1040330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-7168565508745741786</id><published>2010-10-24T19:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:01:32.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chosen: Marathon for Adoption</title><content type='html'>Saturday October 23rd was the day I was most looking forward to and dreading at the same time!  1/2 marathon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:00am- start. finished in 2:16:45. Great morning, but the pain kicked in quick! Mile 8 felt great, by mile 11, I was wiped out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531781990681197378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TMTWaXF0u0I/AAAAAAAABUw/QExPWPVQOqc/s400/P1050256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531781986600910370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TMTWaH5AfiI/AAAAAAAABUo/GhEdFkLMyOw/s400/P1050258.JPG" /&gt;I want to do a full marathon, but dreams don't always come true. I'll address this topic again in a few months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-7168565508745741786?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/7168565508745741786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=7168565508745741786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7168565508745741786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7168565508745741786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/10/chosen-marathon-for-adoption.html' title='Chosen: Marathon for Adoption'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TMTWaXF0u0I/AAAAAAAABUw/QExPWPVQOqc/s72-c/P1050256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-4304045056782172256</id><published>2010-10-16T19:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T19:42:02.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin patching!</title><content type='html'>We made our annual trip to the Breckenridge Methodist Church Pumpkin Patch today. I've been putting it off praying it will actually be cool one day, but I had to give up that dream. Once the sun comes up, the cool air heats up. Anyway... enough about the weather. We did our favorite things- the hay/wagon ride, pulling the wagon full of pumpkins, posed for pictures, and took home a couple of our favorite pumpkins! Our friends Alison, Alexis, Stetson and Casch came with us this year. The kids love it, so we love it too! This time we even got free donuts and apple cider (chilled, of course!). yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528808474986030130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TLpGA962JDI/AAAAAAAABUg/-EY2FrI9YbM/s400/P1050223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528808467070509010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TLpGAgbo39I/AAAAAAAABUY/5Bg9uVG88EU/s400/P1050218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528808468731526802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TLpGAmnp_pI/AAAAAAAABUQ/9ISrNPoCXAY/s400/P1050225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528808462193936402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TLpGAOQ-SBI/AAAAAAAABUI/JeiGe3YKc1k/s400/P1050230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528808454923807922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TLpF_zLo7LI/AAAAAAAABUA/_bwtB2W5lqI/s400/P1050236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-4304045056782172256?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/4304045056782172256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=4304045056782172256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4304045056782172256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4304045056782172256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-patching.html' title='pumpkin patching!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TLpGA962JDI/AAAAAAAABUg/-EY2FrI9YbM/s72-c/P1050223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-5904082987704289702</id><published>2010-10-14T15:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T15:57:17.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Fun!</title><content type='html'>Last year we threw a pretty serious shin-dig for Buster's birthday, but this year we kept it a little low-key. We took him to Polly's Pet Shop for a mini shopping spree. He didn't actually pick anything in particular, so we picked for him. He got some gourmet puppy treats and a stuffing-free pink flamingo with a squeekie inside. He seems happy!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528003682697994610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TLdqD5BD4XI/AAAAAAAABTo/ad69SgeZIbk/s400/P1050195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buster's checking out the smoked hip bones, or ham hocks, or pig ears... whatever they were!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528003663923895810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TLdqCzE93gI/AAAAAAAABTg/6FU-Tu0zJws/s400/P1050191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buster's birthday is the day before mine, so its a full-on celebration week! I think my treat was probably a bit tastier than Buster's! Triple chocolate! Can you believe that my kids only ate the strawberries off the top. That means I got their share of cake! I just cannot resist!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528003647722719378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TLdqB2uTiJI/AAAAAAAABTY/md-FOk6MweI/s400/P1050199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spencer picked the flowers. He has great taste!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528003628798889730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TLdqAwOgzwI/AAAAAAAABTQ/vW0fjEzHmSs/s400/P1050202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alison and I tried on hats one day.  I don't know if I'm a hat person, but I want to be!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528007743627511234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TLdtwRKGxcI/AAAAAAAABT4/Q0Ulovmv-ds/s400/P1050217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks Run On!!  I love my shoes already.  Ready for my 1/2!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528007729973355106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TLdtveSs4mI/AAAAAAAABTw/OV5Ku6L0EDg/s400/P1050207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-5904082987704289702?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/5904082987704289702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=5904082987704289702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5904082987704289702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5904082987704289702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-fun.html' title='Birthday Fun!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TLdqD5BD4XI/AAAAAAAABTo/ad69SgeZIbk/s72-c/P1050195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-1402499701387946451</id><published>2010-09-23T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:14:00.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Season Begins</title><content type='html'>Rory decided to play soccer this year, too.  I'm excited for her to be doing  this sport.  She needs a little help with speed, confidence, and coordination.  She did great at practice tonight. &lt;br /&gt;The sports director decided to move Spencer up to the 5-7 year old division (even though he only turned 4 in June) and they originally put him and Rory on the same team.  Big no no!  They must be separated so I can cheer for both on their own teams.  Now, we'll see what happens when their teams play against each other! &lt;br /&gt;These aren't great pictures, but I only had my phone with me.  Rory is just left of the center in black shorts.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TJv6OpZmdaI/AAAAAAAABTI/l880cmtZ_Ng/s1600/rory+soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520280897811019170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TJv6OpZmdaI/AAAAAAAABTI/l880cmtZ_Ng/s400/rory+soccer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer in "full swing"!  The director came up to me and said, "Spencer'll have a scholarship by the time he's in 3rd grade!"  That felt great to hear!  I'm just really glad its something he's found that he already loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TJv6OrgXO_I/AAAAAAAABTA/5HqzWMxA4FI/s1600/more+soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520280898376252402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TJv6OrgXO_I/AAAAAAAABTA/5HqzWMxA4FI/s400/more+soccer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck this Season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-1402499701387946451?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/1402499701387946451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=1402499701387946451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/1402499701387946451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/1402499701387946451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/09/soccer-season-begins.html' title='Soccer Season Begins'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TJv6OpZmdaI/AAAAAAAABTI/l880cmtZ_Ng/s72-c/rory+soccer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-7916240783005716893</id><published>2010-09-02T17:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:25:05.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>Chair Project</title><content type='html'>Since both the kids were in school this week, and Edward was out of town for a couple of days, that could only mean one thing for me....shopping. But this time it was a project- shopping trip, on a budget! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see this all the time on HGTV and I finally found a reason to by a not-so-desirable chair and make it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Goodwill for the $6.99 chair and a spray can of white paint, plus some leftover fabric from Rory's room redo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512444679332572914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TIAjOsucLvI/AAAAAAAABS4/zx_5KGh2y7M/s400/P1050153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512444671422851106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TIAjOPQnaCI/AAAAAAAABSw/1P-9q1TgyRI/s400/P1050155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the metal/glass (color-changeable top) desk from Office Depot for $39... that's $40 off the regular price!  I love it, and Rory gave me a big hug when she saw it all finished.  Now I just hope she'll use the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512444661340266194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TIAjNpsvXtI/AAAAAAAABSo/XxZhTQHf70E/s400/P1050154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-7916240783005716893?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/7916240783005716893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=7916240783005716893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7916240783005716893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7916240783005716893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/09/chair-project.html' title='Chair Project'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TIAjOsucLvI/AAAAAAAABS4/zx_5KGh2y7M/s72-c/P1050153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-960597926125752748</id><published>2010-08-31T14:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:34:58.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spencer'/><title type='text'>The day has finally come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TH1YvnrpZxI/AAAAAAAABSY/oXE2m4TQ1vg/s1600/P1050141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511659094100502290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TH1YvnrpZxI/AAAAAAAABSY/oXE2m4TQ1vg/s400/P1050141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Spencer has been waiting for preschool for SO long. Rory has had 2 years of preschool and 1 year of Kindergarten, while Spencer's been stuck with me. Last year when she started Kindergarten he asked me, "Am I going to High School now?" So funny. He's always been as involved as he can be in her school things, and his teachers he'll have next year for Kinder already know and love him. But today was finally his turn to have a 1st day of school. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511659085075565970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TH1YvGD7zZI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ENRxJNvqD-g/s400/P1050142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spencer is attending Kids Day Out at the New Braunfels Presbyterian Church. He already has some friends there... 3 from soccer, a couple from the YMCA, and his good friend Carter from church. His class is from 9-1, so there is some time between walking Rory to school, and Spencer being driven to school. That was probably the longest hour of his life this morning waiting to go. When we pulled up this is what he had to say, "Why are you going in? I want to go by myself." I love the independence, don't get me wrong, but show me a little love!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511657928939494834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TH1XrzHnXbI/AAAAAAAABSA/SzvLPMUFB5Q/s400/P1050144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511659078289219154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TH1Yusx8XlI/AAAAAAAABSI/-7tkK0ZR-1A/s400/P1050147.JPG" /&gt;Spencer and Carter... good buddies!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511657902714793682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TH1XqRbKLtI/AAAAAAAABRo/5p72bnQuoeY/s400/P1050152.JPG" /&gt;Spencer's very own cubby!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511657925154746082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TH1XrlBQruI/AAAAAAAABR4/eOc6J-z2gd8/s400/P1050148.JPG" /&gt;What a good job cutting that ice cream scoop... I was impressed and surprised!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511657911621236370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TH1XqymntpI/AAAAAAAABRw/EVsh6FxxlNM/s400/P1050149.JPG" /&gt;School's out!!  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511657895817508354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TH1Xp3ut9gI/AAAAAAAABRg/r9DD3k4OUB4/s400/P1050150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on your 1st day of school EVER!!  You're such a big boy now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-960597926125752748?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/960597926125752748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=960597926125752748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/960597926125752748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/960597926125752748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-has-finally-come.html' title='The day has finally come'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TH1YvnrpZxI/AAAAAAAABSY/oXE2m4TQ1vg/s72-c/P1050141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-4483118099899203646</id><published>2010-08-24T17:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T18:06:40.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Grade</title><content type='html'>Off to school again. This summer just flew by. I only found out about 10 days ago that school was starting yesterday. I didn't think it was until next Monday, the 30th because Spencer's preschool starts that week. I was tickled pink to be wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rory's continuing in Dual Language.   Her teachers are Ms. Hubble and Ms. White (or as Edward likes to say, Senora Blanca).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509115743205236546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/THRPlHRCn0I/AAAAAAAABRY/AUTNnp1K46g/s400/P1050136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buster loves to walk Rory to school in the mornings!  But in this August heat he can't handle the 100 degree walk of blinding sun at 3 in the afternoon.  Bring on the fall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509115734206556274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/THRPklvlqHI/AAAAAAAABRQ/DLdZN3TnPrQ/s400/P1050138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a big kid desk and everything.  Good luck on First grade, Rory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509115731698140386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/THRPkcZiROI/AAAAAAAABRI/WlmPG7oQDig/s400/P1050140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-4483118099899203646?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/4483118099899203646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=4483118099899203646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4483118099899203646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4483118099899203646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-grade.html' title='First Grade'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/THRPlHRCn0I/AAAAAAAABRY/AUTNnp1K46g/s72-c/P1050136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-6908464796514673725</id><published>2010-07-26T13:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:56:01.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>July Fun</title><content type='html'>Our 4th of July tradition is to get a good spot by the Gazebo downtown for the morning parade. One of us stays with the chairs while the rest of us go to Naegelin's to pick up our favorite baked breakfast treats. This year Buster joined us for the festivities. Isn't he cute all decked out?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3Uk2Rf55I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Ww5xW7mGecc/s1600/P1040902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498284449598531474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3Uk2Rf55I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Ww5xW7mGecc/s400/P1040902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day the kids and I went to the Witte Museum in San Antonio with our friends from church. The dinosaur exhibit was really exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3Ukia-kzI/AAAAAAAABQ0/LKVWDYvCSuk/s1600/P1040910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498284444269581106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3Ukia-kzI/AAAAAAAABQ0/LKVWDYvCSuk/s400/P1040910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the kind of picture my kids take when I don't know they have my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3UkDmviII/AAAAAAAABQs/5Lc9NaHhXiU/s1600/P1040933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498284435997427842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3UkDmviII/AAAAAAAABQs/5Lc9NaHhXiU/s400/P1040933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing with their tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3UjtwqukI/AAAAAAAABQk/7JSCzkdFkQ0/s1600/P1040946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498284430133475906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3UjtwqukI/AAAAAAAABQk/7JSCzkdFkQ0/s400/P1040946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE our Annual Stake Pioneer Day Celebrations! This year we had the usual bouncy houses, mule rides, snow cones, fireworks, music and good grub! Plus a visit from the famous &lt;a href="http://www.biscuitbrothers.com/"&gt;Biscuit Brothers Band&lt;/a&gt;. Rory even got to go on stage and sing with them... Spencer sang in the mic too! I was proud of them for being hams and for singing right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM... chips and barbecue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3UjLJTJ_I/AAAAAAAABQc/45ri_8zGjBk/s1600/P1040950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498284420841547762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3UjLJTJ_I/AAAAAAAABQc/45ri_8zGjBk/s400/P1040950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little pioneer children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3TkC22ndI/AAAAAAAABQU/e8k88tHzq3A/s1600/P1040947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498283336284937682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3TkC22ndI/AAAAAAAABQU/e8k88tHzq3A/s400/P1040947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mule ride- the best seat in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3TjlMI67I/AAAAAAAABQM/maicdp5nTSc/s1600/P1040956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498283328321153970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3TjlMI67I/AAAAAAAABQM/maicdp5nTSc/s400/P1040956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory not smiling for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3TjDaJ--I/AAAAAAAABQE/ala_hxoJK1s/s1600/P1040961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498283319253138402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3TjDaJ--I/AAAAAAAABQE/ala_hxoJK1s/s400/P1040961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Stake Primary Presidency sent out an email to have the little boys wear vests to dress up since the girls were doing a bonnet parade. Well, Spencer loved the idea and marched around proudly with all the girls. Then popped a squat for the photo op. There were only 1 maybe 2 other boys involved. This may embarrass him some day, but today, he's having a blast strutting his stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I loved how he sat down in front to the side, kind of like he knows he's an outsider-- he looks like he was added to the picture later by photo shop)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3Th-pGxiI/AAAAAAAABP8/lAWOaVDpFCE/s1600/P1040962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498283300793796130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3Th-pGxiI/AAAAAAAABP8/lAWOaVDpFCE/s400/P1040962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3ThcONDKI/AAAAAAAABP0/eOcXcnMARck/s1600/P1040963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498283291554155682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3ThcONDKI/AAAAAAAABP0/eOcXcnMARck/s400/P1040963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-6908464796514673725?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/6908464796514673725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=6908464796514673725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6908464796514673725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6908464796514673725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-fun.html' title='July Fun'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TE3Uk2Rf55I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Ww5xW7mGecc/s72-c/P1040902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-526273757077774915</id><published>2010-06-21T21:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:00:15.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rory'/><title type='text'>a cold glass on a hot day</title><content type='html'>Rory's been asking for weeks to do a lemonade stand in the sweltering Texas heat. Well, we got things ready and today was finally the day. We stocked our table with pink lemonade, yellow lemonade, styrofoam cups and ice cubes. Before we even got set up kids were riding their bikes to our house, quarters in hand. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TCAl4lvW0iI/AAAAAAAABPs/ccX48sLEDy4/s1600/P1040883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485426000270905890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TCAl4lvW0iI/AAAAAAAABPs/ccX48sLEDy4/s400/P1040883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could barely move fast enough before they came back for refills.  This group of kids came back for 6 or 7 more cups, each.  They must have had an endless supply of quarters!  Even the older girls thought this was the place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TCAl4LivXtI/AAAAAAAABPk/3fuBZBN8hss/s1600/P1040888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485425993238666962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TCAl4LivXtI/AAAAAAAABPk/3fuBZBN8hss/s400/P1040888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer would take money out of the "make change" cup and use it to "buy" his own cup of lemonade.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TCAl3i3H32I/AAAAAAAABPc/fVwPuTOzCTY/s1600/P1040887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485425982318305122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TCAl3i3H32I/AAAAAAAABPc/fVwPuTOzCTY/s400/P1040887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end Rory made about a $14 profit.  That's great, especially for a 6 year old!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TCAl3KRTIfI/AAAAAAAABPU/bMVrPR0Xmqo/s1600/P1040889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485425975717208562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TCAl3KRTIfI/AAAAAAAABPU/bMVrPR0Xmqo/s400/P1040889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-526273757077774915?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/526273757077774915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=526273757077774915' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/526273757077774915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/526273757077774915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/06/cold-glass-on-hot-day.html' title='a cold glass on a hot day'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TCAl4lvW0iI/AAAAAAAABPs/ccX48sLEDy4/s72-c/P1040883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-6210078649020838527</id><published>2010-06-17T13:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:41:56.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spencer'/><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>We let Spencer open a couple of gifts on Sunday which was his actual birthday. His Grandma Toby (named after her pug, "Toby") got him a super cool set of Toy Story 3 toys and his daddy gave him a big boy watch with Mario and Yoshi on it. Here he is sporting his fedora... cool kid! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBpqTICp8nI/AAAAAAAABPM/56A3JIQl8jI/s1600/P1040838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483812373085680242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBpqTICp8nI/AAAAAAAABPM/56A3JIQl8jI/s400/P1040838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBpqSkBOGlI/AAAAAAAABPE/1nBoreu2uks/s1600/P1040840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483812363415984722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBpqSkBOGlI/AAAAAAAABPE/1nBoreu2uks/s400/P1040840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Spencer's party on Monday. We did waterballoons, water bucket and sponge dodgeball, lunch, cupcakes and lots of friends! (I think I counted 20!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mario cupcakes- yummy wafer paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBppYlQCvMI/AAAAAAAABO8/zAPC9txLhME/s1600/P1040860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483811367314177218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBppYlQCvMI/AAAAAAAABO8/zAPC9txLhME/s400/P1040860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBppYdfNqwI/AAAAAAAABO0/gfvCNwu9_bY/s1600/P1040874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483811365230324482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBppYdfNqwI/AAAAAAAABO0/gfvCNwu9_bY/s400/P1040874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one he's been expecting for months, Mario and Sonic Olympic winter games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looks content to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBppXioerSI/AAAAAAAABOs/0Kyi7QI96Qs/s1600/P1040876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483811349431495970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBppXioerSI/AAAAAAAABOs/0Kyi7QI96Qs/s400/P1040876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game came from Grandma Ava. Its called Splashy the Whale and its a HOOT! The object of the game is similar to Operation--use the tool to remove the items (submarine, life preservers, seahorses, etc.) from the mouth of this whale. If you bump his tongue while pulling the items up, you get splashed right in the face! Its cute. Rory just tries to lose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBppXUJEmcI/AAAAAAAABOk/QJtcQk_AHnE/s1600/P1040880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483811345541667266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBppXUJEmcI/AAAAAAAABOk/QJtcQk_AHnE/s400/P1040880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was careful, but not careful enough. SpLaSh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBppWlTkfOI/AAAAAAAABOc/IO8ralnGcpU/s1600/P1040882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483811332969233634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBppWlTkfOI/AAAAAAAABOc/IO8ralnGcpU/s400/P1040882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope you had a great birthday, Spencer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-6210078649020838527?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/6210078649020838527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=6210078649020838527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6210078649020838527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6210078649020838527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/06/party-time.html' title='Party Time!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBpqTICp8nI/AAAAAAAABPM/56A3JIQl8jI/s72-c/P1040838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-3441729897663296914</id><published>2010-06-13T08:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T08:57:11.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spencer'/><title type='text'>a look at the last 4 years</title><content type='html'>Rory's first time holding Spencer.  She was just over 2 1/2 yrs old.  She's been a good big sister.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBTiEpIhpVI/AAAAAAAABOU/QUWDWpG6RZA/s1600/102-0291_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482255215805703506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBTiEpIhpVI/AAAAAAAABOU/QUWDWpG6RZA/s400/102-0291_IMG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Halloween...   Apparently happy cows can also come from Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBTiEPRNqSI/AAAAAAAABOM/VMZdslFR4Tk/s1600/104-0450_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482255208862820642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBTiEPRNqSI/AAAAAAAABOM/VMZdslFR4Tk/s400/104-0450_IMG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBTiDWcJt1I/AAAAAAAABOE/l4vmucnCaaU/s1600/105-0571_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482255193607878482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBTiDWcJt1I/AAAAAAAABOE/l4vmucnCaaU/s400/105-0571_IMG.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer's 1st Birthday.  My kids did not devour cakes on their 1st (they still don't) but he didn't mind destroying it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBTiCweUD9I/AAAAAAAABN8/hGJq1eKW6bg/s1600/101_PANA-P1010251_P1010251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482255183416397778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBTiCweUD9I/AAAAAAAABN8/hGJq1eKW6bg/s400/101_PANA-P1010251_P1010251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome little future priesthood holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBTiCSHgEhI/AAAAAAAABN0/4FB44TrzlXg/s1600/101_PANA-P1010311_P1010311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482255175267652114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBTiCSHgEhI/AAAAAAAABN0/4FB44TrzlXg/s400/101_PANA-P1010311_P1010311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that face and that hair.  I can barely remember those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBThIiWILiI/AAAAAAAABNs/3bdIG4qIGxc/s1600/101_PANA-P1010837_P1010837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482254183191555618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBThIiWILiI/AAAAAAAABNs/3bdIG4qIGxc/s400/101_PANA-P1010837_P1010837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first trip to Corpus Christi.    What a cutie.  I love those baby teeth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBThHmfZxlI/AAAAAAAABNk/GoWD4FUe8nQ/s1600/101_PANA-P1010455_P1010455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482254167124330066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBThHmfZxlI/AAAAAAAABNk/GoWD4FUe8nQ/s400/101_PANA-P1010455_P1010455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer getting ready for swim lessons this year. Such a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBThHfcBVHI/AAAAAAAABNc/sNTGLBo6u5s/s1600/P1040810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482254165231096946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBThHfcBVHI/AAAAAAAABNc/sNTGLBo6u5s/s400/P1040810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day we give each other, a "hug, kiss, and nosey nosey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBThGCsYIjI/AAAAAAAABNU/jw-5CoTdGLo/s1600/P1040826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482254140335202866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBThGCsYIjI/AAAAAAAABNU/jw-5CoTdGLo/s400/P1040826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and son... so handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBThFl4HAPI/AAAAAAAABNM/DEPihJnparY/s1600/P1040831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482254132599783666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBThFl4HAPI/AAAAAAAABNM/DEPihJnparY/s400/P1040831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th Birthday, Spencer!  We love you SO MUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-3441729897663296914?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/3441729897663296914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=3441729897663296914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3441729897663296914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3441729897663296914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/06/look-at-last-4-years.html' title='a look at the last 4 years'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TBTiEpIhpVI/AAAAAAAABOU/QUWDWpG6RZA/s72-c/102-0291_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-5979709270664304925</id><published>2010-06-08T16:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:26:25.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward'/><title type='text'>let me count the 29 ways...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is Edward's 29th Birthday!! So, its time I finally made a list of the reasons I love him and why I'm so glad we met so many years ago and have enjoyed 9 years of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480517238213244098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TA61ZCEa9MI/AAAAAAAABNE/UXSr0VE4Y_c/s320/edward.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He's so kind (mostly to ME!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Very supportive of me and my needs as a woman (girls weekends!).&lt;br /&gt;3. Handsome!!&lt;br /&gt;4. He's very concerned about personal hygiene and grooming (never stinky).&lt;br /&gt;5. Great dresser.&lt;br /&gt;6. He's a worthy priesthood holder.&lt;br /&gt;7. He's well educated.&lt;br /&gt;8. He thinks I'm smarter than I am!&lt;br /&gt;9. He often does dishes.&lt;br /&gt;10. ...ironing&lt;br /&gt;11. ...laundry&lt;br /&gt;12. He loves to have fun with his family&lt;br /&gt;13. He makes sure we read scriptures with the kids daily.&lt;br /&gt;14. He has provided me with great in-laws!&lt;br /&gt;15. He likes to shop with me.&lt;br /&gt;16. We laugh at the same jokes (unless he's laughing at me!)&lt;br /&gt;17. He'll sit with me (and read entertainment weekly) while I watch something girly.&lt;br /&gt;18. He loves to vacation.&lt;br /&gt;19. We truly are equal partners in the household.&lt;br /&gt;20. He values what I am as a mother.&lt;br /&gt;21. To him, I'm always #1.&lt;br /&gt;22. We gang up on the kids.&lt;br /&gt;23. He's so good at gift-giving.&lt;br /&gt;24. He can keep a secret (since I'm the only one he talks to)&lt;br /&gt;25. He's sensitive (but he'll deny it)&lt;br /&gt;25. Instead of saying "during" he pronounces it "deering" (and I say, "does that mean you're hunting deer or something?")&lt;br /&gt;26. I love the memories we share (one of my favorites was the look on his face when we found out I was pregnant with Rory... shocked, excited, worried, frightened!)&lt;br /&gt;27. Hard working (even if his profession doesn't require him to be)&lt;br /&gt;28. I take on projects and he's my right -hand man.&lt;br /&gt;29. As I watched Spencer being so brave and strong doing his preschool swim lessons I realized how Edward has literally made my dreams for my life come true. My children have the best this world has to offer, temporally, spiritually, emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the life you've given me!!&lt;br /&gt;I love you and Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-5979709270664304925?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/5979709270664304925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=5979709270664304925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5979709270664304925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5979709270664304925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-me-count-29-ways.html' title='let me count the 29 ways...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/TA61ZCEa9MI/AAAAAAAABNE/UXSr0VE4Y_c/s72-c/edward.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-6019145267698409657</id><published>2010-05-25T18:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:10:06.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy kids'/><title type='text'>what went down the toilet?</title><content type='html'>Spencer went potty right before his shower.  I flushed the potty while he took off his clothes.  Well, he has a habit of kicking his pants and underwear high into the air when he takes them off.  So, when I turned around he said, "My underwear went down the toilet!"  What???  "My underwear went down the toilet!"  I looked, but all I saw was the bowl filling up to its normal limit.  Then Spencer said, "Call the police!  they fix it."  -No Spencer, police don't care about toilets. &lt;br /&gt;He's fretting a lot.  But daddy flushed it again and it seems to be moving along smoothly.  We'll see what happens when we add things like poo and paper to the mix.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S_xlcb4CbAI/AAAAAAAABMs/9dHeXTLMk4o/s1600/young-child-being_~k3192042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475362786169220098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S_xlcb4CbAI/AAAAAAAABMs/9dHeXTLMk4o/s400/young-child-being_~k3192042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*we may be sending him down if there's a problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-too bad my brother, the plumber, lives in South Carolina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-6019145267698409657?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/6019145267698409657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=6019145267698409657' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6019145267698409657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6019145267698409657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-went-down-toilet.html' title='what went down the toilet?'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S_xlcb4CbAI/AAAAAAAABMs/9dHeXTLMk4o/s72-c/young-child-being_~k3192042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-703968716949745651</id><published>2010-05-23T09:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T09:52:10.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal'/><title type='text'>the tortoise and the hare?</title><content type='html'>Last week Spencer and I spotted a turtle crossing the road... apparently this species, the red ear slider does this to either find  a new home of water or to lay eggs.  So, Spencer and I pulled over into the ditch, turned on our flashers and hunted him (her) down.  He wasn't very shy, he tried to run away from us.  So I picked him up and put him in the van.  We took an old green plastic recycling bin and put him in it with water and plants. (BTW- Spencer named him "Robot"- go figure).  After a while he made weird hissing noises ( I think he was drying out too much).  But you can see the moss and algae on his back.  He also wasn't too fond of Buster, but Buster was really interested in him.  We let him loose in the backyard for a while and Buster stood at the window crying to get out so he could chase him down.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S_k_wiCjm-I/AAAAAAAABMk/2PuA7T66yDU/s1600/P1040788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474476925049347042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S_k_wiCjm-I/AAAAAAAABMk/2PuA7T66yDU/s400/P1040788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S_k_wB_53CI/AAAAAAAABMc/wkdD6V5w2v0/s1600/P1040791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474476916448287778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S_k_wB_53CI/AAAAAAAABMc/wkdD6V5w2v0/s400/P1040791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun times!! I love creatures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took him to Landa Park the next afternoon.  We sat him down by some ducks and he took off and dove right into the water from a ledge that was about a foot high.  Then he floated happily down the current.  Bye Robot... it was nice knowin' ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-703968716949745651?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/703968716949745651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=703968716949745651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/703968716949745651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/703968716949745651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/05/tortoise-and-hare.html' title='the tortoise and the hare?'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S_k_wiCjm-I/AAAAAAAABMk/2PuA7T66yDU/s72-c/P1040788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-5041372302603526377</id><published>2010-05-11T18:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:50:01.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>Fun in the Big Easy!  NOLA!!!</title><content type='html'>For our 9th anniversary Edward thought... "Hey, lets go to New Orleans!"  Ok... I'm up for getting out of town for a few days.  We left the kids with his mom and sister (the 2 Karenas) on Saturday and headed to N'awlins.  Its about a 6 hour drive from Houston, and along the way we made a couple of stops, against Edward's will at first.  But why not stop and see what's there along the way?!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Rayne... we stopped here to go to the Candyland Candy shoppe and found a little friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nz4wyoydI/AAAAAAAABMU/CHDYB_BFzEk/s1600/P1040708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470171378913692114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nz4wyoydI/AAAAAAAABMU/CHDYB_BFzEk/s400/P1040708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frog legs anyone?  Swamplands attract frogs apparently... and BIG ones at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nz4cW73_I/AAAAAAAABMM/BPg2hPHSQjY/s1600/P1040707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470171373428793330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nz4cW73_I/AAAAAAAABMM/BPg2hPHSQjY/s400/P1040707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we found a random truck stop with... yep, you guessed it, a LIVE tiger.  Strange, but fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nz4LR4b4I/AAAAAAAABME/TyV1SlgFJ1A/s1600/P1040709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470171368844193666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nz4LR4b4I/AAAAAAAABME/TyV1SlgFJ1A/s400/P1040709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first night consisted of walking, walking, more walking, eating dinner and stopping by Cafe du Monde for the most heartwarming treat... Beignets!  Delish!  We watched them being made fresh, then sprinkled with powdered sugar.  They're like funnel cakes, but in squares instead of squirted through a funnel.  You can actually buy the mix and they'll ship it to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafedumonde.com/main.html"&gt;http://www.cafedumonde.com/main.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nz3uHsNEI/AAAAAAAABL8/Tjf3BIrr5y8/s1600/P1040713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470171361016820802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nz3uHsNEI/AAAAAAAABL8/Tjf3BIrr5y8/s400/P1040713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the streets.  Jazz on nearly every corner... tips encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nz3B1uIYI/AAAAAAAABL0/O2cGyM9XKoQ/s1600/P1040717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470171349130289538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nz3B1uIYI/AAAAAAAABL0/O2cGyM9XKoQ/s400/P1040717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky things go on in New Orleans... you don't need a green thumb for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nx0WL8huI/AAAAAAAABLs/bV3iLQ55l4o/s1600/P1040720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470169104029353698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nx0WL8huI/AAAAAAAABLs/bV3iLQ55l4o/s400/P1040720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day brunch at Elizabeth's, a funky, delicious dive.  Despite the 3 mile walk to get there and the 1 hour wait in the heat, we loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nxzySstUI/AAAAAAAABLk/Tx978CFA_V0/s1600/P1040726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470169094394000706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nxzySstUI/AAAAAAAABLk/Tx978CFA_V0/s400/P1040726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I order?  Eggs Florentine... cream spinach sauce with crispy potatoes, poached eggs, fried oysters and hollanaise sauce.  And yes, their very own, original praline bacon.  Bacon with a caramelly, nutty coating on top. There's really nothing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nxztyoBBI/AAAAAAAABLc/gVYAmC4NYPw/s1600/P1040728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470169093185733650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nxztyoBBI/AAAAAAAABLc/gVYAmC4NYPw/s400/P1040728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street cars for transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nxzAeO5FI/AAAAAAAABLU/qr5Q4kvY5H8/s1600/P1040729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470169081020605522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nxzAeO5FI/AAAAAAAABLU/qr5Q4kvY5H8/s400/P1040729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Edward's  childhood memories was going to this place to watch them make fudge... so I got to experience it as well.  And it was a hoot.  They sing ( what's fudge got to do, got to do with it, What's fudge, why's it so delicious?) and joke the whole time, then you get to sample it, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nxy9A4xxI/AAAAAAAABLM/Vw_TI2o8hBY/s1600/P1040735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470169080092215058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nxy9A4xxI/AAAAAAAABLM/Vw_TI2o8hBY/s400/P1040735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fountain outside of Riverwalk Marketplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nwsLUUvwI/AAAAAAAABLE/lRTaMsVw800/s1600/P1040736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470167864161124098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nwsLUUvwI/AAAAAAAABLE/lRTaMsVw800/s400/P1040736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunted History Tours... a 2 hour walk around the French Quarters with a guide whose knowledge is in history and Ghosts.  Stories of torture, murder, love, tragedy.  This is the most haunted house of New Orleans... (nicholas cage has now put it up for sale :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nwr12mzyI/AAAAAAAABK8/gG2E5iCErZM/s1600/P1040741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470167858399334178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nwr12mzyI/AAAAAAAABK8/gG2E5iCErZM/s400/P1040741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The end of the tour you are left on your own in Pirates Alley next to the cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nwrGTsYGI/AAAAAAAABK0/_a2txhGOMxk/s1600/P1040744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470167845636431970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nwrGTsYGI/AAAAAAAABK0/_a2txhGOMxk/s400/P1040744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a pick-me-up.  Lets here some JAZZ at Fritzels!  These guys were great, definitely one of the best things we experienced.  I even bought their CD: Hot Jazz by Jumbo Shrimp Jazz Band (and the lead singer autographed it for me!- Edward says I'm a groupie now). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nwqtNBqhI/AAAAAAAABKs/M4heOcFKQVo/s1600/P1040745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470167838897580562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nwqtNBqhI/AAAAAAAABKs/M4heOcFKQVo/s400/P1040745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monday morning walking tour of the Garden District... the upper class American neighborhood in the 19th Century. &lt;br /&gt;The architecture was beautiful and the stories behind the homes were often fascinating, and sometimes just myths.  We saw 2 homes which were the settings for 2 Anne Rice vampire books, another of Nicholas Cage's properties, Jefferson Davis' home away from VA, and John Goodman's current residence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nwqPUi7iI/AAAAAAAABKk/raB2hZPyKpQ/s1600/P1040751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470167830876057122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nwqPUi7iI/AAAAAAAABKk/raB2hZPyKpQ/s400/P1040751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out this elaborate, old-school mailbox.  I LOVE the detail of these properties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nvmyIrdSI/AAAAAAAABKc/jNX5g75mf4k/s1600/P1040754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470166671990420770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nvmyIrdSI/AAAAAAAABKc/jNX5g75mf4k/s400/P1040754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nvmrfWK6I/AAAAAAAABKU/1ZEHdKUs-Uc/s1600/P1040756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470166670206446498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nvmrfWK6I/AAAAAAAABKU/1ZEHdKUs-Uc/s400/P1040756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last stop on the tour was the Lafayette Cemetery, one of the oldest in the city.  Check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nvmFsXRQI/AAAAAAAABKM/07rxAS8TP6Y/s1600/P1040779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470166660060497154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nvmFsXRQI/AAAAAAAABKM/07rxAS8TP6Y/s400/P1040779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the tombs are above ground.  I loved it!  So spooky, but respectful to the dead as well.  Some are still empty waiting for its tennants... now that's creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nvlsz7ilI/AAAAAAAABKE/-WNaaiqysi0/s1600/P1040780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470166653381347922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nvlsz7ilI/AAAAAAAABKE/-WNaaiqysi0/s400/P1040780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nvk00vBSI/AAAAAAAABJ8/S99b6hlHQkM/s1600/P1040782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470166638352336162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nvk00vBSI/AAAAAAAABJ8/S99b6hlHQkM/s400/P1040782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, great trip.  Tons and tons of walking, inappropriate sights on Bourbon St, lots of culture and art, and good food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the anniversary trip, Edward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="Z-INDEX: 50; POSITION: absolute; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 45px; TOP: 30px; LEFT: 0px" id="tag"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-5041372302603526377?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/5041372302603526377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=5041372302603526377' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5041372302603526377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5041372302603526377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/05/fun-in-big-easy-nola.html' title='Fun in the Big Easy!  NOLA!!!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-nz4wyoydI/AAAAAAAABMU/CHDYB_BFzEk/s72-c/P1040708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-5816551069539266037</id><published>2010-05-07T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:19:25.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>follow the link...</title><content type='html'>Click on tree crafts and things!  You'll love it!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-5816551069539266037?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/5816551069539266037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=5816551069539266037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5816551069539266037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5816551069539266037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/05/follow-link.html' title='follow the link...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-3772529710116172502</id><published>2010-05-05T14:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:20:50.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>girls and kindergarteners!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, my friends, Abby, Janielle, Alison and I went to Corpus Christi.  Our 3rd Annual girls trip!!  (Thank you husbands for keeping the kiddos!)  We had yummy food, did a little shopping, laid out on the beach, frollicked through the waves, had shots of wheatgrass from Jamba Juice, and ran our own 5k!  It was awesome.  The weather was perfect and the company was as well! &lt;br /&gt;Funny thing we did... matching outfits to the mall.  These awesome flip flops, black capris, and our bright pink "Moms on the Run: Corpus Christi, TX" t-shirts. It was a blast!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-HDNJZu98I/AAAAAAAABJs/I5zchT4d5_w/s1600/P1040640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467866053234063298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-HDNJZu98I/AAAAAAAABJs/I5zchT4d5_w/s400/P1040640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-HDMlUwQoI/AAAAAAAABJk/UIgE37vEUDA/s1600/P1040637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467866043549500034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-HDMlUwQoI/AAAAAAAABJk/UIgE37vEUDA/s400/P1040637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-HDMaxuzGI/AAAAAAAABJc/5dxbNmkYZCo/s1600/P1040645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467866040718249058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-HDMaxuzGI/AAAAAAAABJc/5dxbNmkYZCo/s400/P1040645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality... Rory had her Kindergarten Art and Music Program last night.  She did great.  She sang loud and smiled beautifully.  They had an animal theme and it was super cute.  They even got to play some bells, drums, and tambourines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-HCm12eoNI/AAAAAAAABJU/iHlESHu6VpE/s1600/P1040701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467865395150889170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-HCm12eoNI/AAAAAAAABJU/iHlESHu6VpE/s400/P1040701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-HCmFm4TNI/AAAAAAAABJM/ZAq3uyH_1O0/s1600/P1040704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467865382200560850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-HCmFm4TNI/AAAAAAAABJM/ZAq3uyH_1O0/s400/P1040704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory and her "dancing cow".  Way cute.  I'm really impressed with the music and art programs here.  Thanks Morningside Elementary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-HClji67CI/AAAAAAAABJE/oZHDeB4Ln8A/s1600/P1040706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467865373057149986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-HClji67CI/AAAAAAAABJE/oZHDeB4Ln8A/s400/P1040706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-3772529710116172502?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/3772529710116172502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=3772529710116172502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3772529710116172502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3772529710116172502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/05/girls-and-kindergarteners.html' title='girls and kindergarteners!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S-HDNJZu98I/AAAAAAAABJs/I5zchT4d5_w/s72-c/P1040640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-4281904632575483994</id><published>2010-04-03T14:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:39:10.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter fun'/><title type='text'>Easter Egg Hunt and Bluebonnets!</title><content type='html'>This year we finally ventured out to the Tree of Life Church (&lt;a href="http://www.treeoflifechurch.org/"&gt;http://www.treeoflifechurch.org/&lt;/a&gt;) for their "Big Hunt". It was great. They set out 25,000 eggs, have bouncy houses and slides, a barrell train ride, and games to win treats.&lt;br /&gt;WWHHHEEEEEEE!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eWzIIYf7I/AAAAAAAABI8/9c_1VNeKoZk/s1600/P1040601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455995278682783666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eWzIIYf7I/AAAAAAAABI8/9c_1VNeKoZk/s400/P1040601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were four age groups... crawlers- 3yo, 4-5, 6-7, and 8-11. It was so organized (even though very busy), and each kid got to line up around the hunting area so there was a fair chance for everyone. Then they would count down "3, 2, 1, HUNT!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eWyVMMpsI/AAAAAAAABI0/8EpQbNreIbE/s1600/P1040604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455995265008576194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eWyVMMpsI/AAAAAAAABI0/8EpQbNreIbE/s400/P1040604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids definitely got there fair share. And in 95% of the eggs there were toys or stickers instead of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eUwQocwcI/AAAAAAAABIs/B8wy2zzwH3I/s1600/P1040610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455993030401900994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eUwQocwcI/AAAAAAAABIs/B8wy2zzwH3I/s400/P1040610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eUvrqPZwI/AAAAAAAABIk/L-VHGZoasyA/s1600/P1040615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455993020477302530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eUvrqPZwI/AAAAAAAABIk/L-VHGZoasyA/s400/P1040615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bluebonnets... I only took about 10 pictures last week. Rory just couldn't wait to do it so we just did it to satisfy her whim. I want to go back to do a longer shoot. But here are a couple of the pictures I got. This one of Rory is my favorite and it was the first one we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eUvKzH7TI/AAAAAAAABIc/4aP8QnwyKsY/s1600/P1040584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455993011656191282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eUvKzH7TI/AAAAAAAABIc/4aP8QnwyKsY/s400/P1040584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eUugzEfQI/AAAAAAAABIU/nCTHhWAogto/s1600/P1040589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455993000381676802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eUugzEfQI/AAAAAAAABIU/nCTHhWAogto/s400/P1040589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how Rory really wanted to pose the whole time. Where does she get that from?? Definitely not me. She's such a diva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eUuPUEEbI/AAAAAAAABIM/EUEq76E-qFE/s1600/P1040585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455992995688223154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eUuPUEEbI/AAAAAAAABIM/EUEq76E-qFE/s400/P1040585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-4281904632575483994?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/4281904632575483994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=4281904632575483994' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4281904632575483994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4281904632575483994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-egg-hunt-and-bluebonnets.html' title='Easter Egg Hunt and Bluebonnets!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7eWzIIYf7I/AAAAAAAABI8/9c_1VNeKoZk/s72-c/P1040601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-928663908478341056</id><published>2010-03-30T19:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:37:37.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><title type='text'>Camping at Lake Somerville</title><content type='html'>For Spring Break we spent a few days at Lake Somerville State Park. Now, for any of you from the Westlake Ward, you may remember a ward camping trip here 3 1/2 years ago. We made it to that one, set up all our equipment, then packed it right back up because Edward was down for the count. (throwing up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rory also started in while we were there. So, we attempted the location again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We never seem to be able to catch fish with our kiddie fishing poles, so we pulled out the nets and caught some minnows, tadpoles, and some other interesting bug/fish combo creature.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454588448244336658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7KXS0WNiBI/AAAAAAAABH8/7eCY4CE1OMU/s400/P1040582.JPG" /&gt; (too cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454588429121042690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7KXRtG3OQI/AAAAAAAABHs/q16RTZedaEc/s400/P1040577.JPG" /&gt;The mornings were chilly... hence the sweater on Buster. He loved being able to roam free. There was one other couple camping across from us, but they were gone fishing all day.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7KXSFBq4fI/AAAAAAAABH0/CJHWVBfPe8s/s1600/P1040562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454588435541713394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7KXSFBq4fI/AAAAAAAABH0/CJHWVBfPe8s/s400/P1040562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hike... I love trees! (vertical or horizontal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454590025121100898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7KYumq7dGI/AAAAAAAABIE/8y-RcVV_vq4/s400/P1040572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7KXQ3NFCkI/AAAAAAAABHk/LCKjWS_4G40/s1600/P1040568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454588414651599426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7KXQ3NFCkI/AAAAAAAABHk/LCKjWS_4G40/s400/P1040568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;apparently spencer threw something at Edward and Rory caught it on film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7KXQDr7F0I/AAAAAAAABHc/7pz8cqb0V9E/s1600/P1040573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454588400822327106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7KXQDr7F0I/AAAAAAAABHc/7pz8cqb0V9E/s400/P1040573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *edward did end up vomitting again on this trip... but luckily not until we were finishing our trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-928663908478341056?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/928663908478341056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=928663908478341056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/928663908478341056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/928663908478341056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/03/camping-at-lake-somerville.html' title='Camping at Lake Somerville'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S7KXS0WNiBI/AAAAAAAABH8/7eCY4CE1OMU/s72-c/P1040582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-7220924623604221026</id><published>2010-03-28T07:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T07:45:40.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spencer'/><title type='text'>not in front of the mayor!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S69O-1CjE0I/AAAAAAAABHQ/bLF1XYh7cOo/s1600/boyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453664515065582402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S69O-1CjE0I/AAAAAAAABHQ/bLF1XYh7cOo/s320/boyer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (mayor as Wurstfest President- the 10-day salute to sausage!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spencer had his second Soccer game on Saturday. He was playing the dreaded &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; team. Just kidding... its all fun. Just 3 year olds competing. Most of the kids just stand there like they're lost. One kid even stayed in the goal the whole time holding his blanket. Spencer would kick it right at him, it would bounce off his legs, then Spencer would kick it in the other corner to score the goal. Another girl on the opposing team would have a *hissy-fit (yes I said hissy-fit) whenever we got the ball away from her. While playing our coach from the fall who is the dad of another player on our team said how the mayor was there. His grandson is on our team. Ok, that's cool I guess. But here's the funniest part. After the game the kids were having a snack and we were rounding up everything to leave. They were giving each other one last high five when Rory says, "Mom, look at Spencer!". I turn to see him with his little bottom hanging out and he's trying to pee on the soccer field. (yes, standing just a few feet from everyone) So I pull his pants up and run him to the farther edge of the field. He still peed outside- no bathrooms and no port-a-potties, but he had a little more privacy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S69O-SJxCXI/AAAAAAAABHI/jsKFroixt6I/s1600/boyer75b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 107px; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453664505700616562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S69O-SJxCXI/AAAAAAAABHI/jsKFroixt6I/s320/boyer75b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sorry Mr. Boyer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One other mom said "I glad my kid's not the only one that does that." And the mayor chuckled at the situation. Could we be in violation of some city code? Possibly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do have a disclaimer. We went camping earlier this week, which to boys means the world is a bathroom and any tree is their toilet. One time while we were fishing by the lake Spencer just lets it all out. Well, he fell down on his but while he was peeing and leaned back and let it go like a fountain. Funny, but gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... Fun Times!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Hissy-fit= stomping, whining, throwing arms down to the side, no tears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-7220924623604221026?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/7220924623604221026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=7220924623604221026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7220924623604221026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7220924623604221026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-in-front-of-mayor.html' title='not in front of the mayor!!!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S69O-1CjE0I/AAAAAAAABHQ/bLF1XYh7cOo/s72-c/boyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-3308566903354252212</id><published>2010-03-16T13:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:56:30.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>Time for a change...</title><content type='html'>The day we closed on our house, in December of 2006, Edward, 6 month old Spencer, and I rushed to the house to paint Rory's room bubble gum pink.  It was exciting and cute and the thing I was most worried about getting done before moving in.  Well, times have changed, and Rory's taste has changed.  We started looking at bedding online and talking about ideas for her new room.  So, naturally, when Edward went out of town for a couple of days last week I gutted the room, tore the pictures from the walls and splashed on a new style.  I'm excited about it.  I think its much more appropriate for a big 6 year old.  And the walls are now more neutral for my taste.&lt;br /&gt;Jewel lamp, 1/2 off at Hobby Lobby. (every girl needs a little shine and sparkle)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449305572815093714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S5_Si_wzP9I/AAAAAAAABGo/wIDf3Q1ocGE/s400/P1040538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white quilt from Target.  Custom Upholstered corkboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449305624127755186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S5_Sl-6sU7I/AAAAAAAABHA/Zv00LuUmD2c/s400/P1040536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted flowers hand painted on her wall, which I was really nervous about doing.  But I think they turned out really cute.  If you are here in person and look closely, they're not nearly as streamlined.  But they do photograph well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449305608169429330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S5_SlDd7mVI/AAAAAAAABG4/DbInXShobDE/s400/P1040534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449305578887961282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S5_SjWYr2sI/AAAAAAAABGw/KCwv7V1tnUk/s400/P1040533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449305560083130866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S5_SiQVQ6fI/AAAAAAAABGg/79oX8foc_IE/s400/P1040535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have added a couple of details, but for the most part, this is the new room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You like??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-3308566903354252212?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/3308566903354252212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=3308566903354252212' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3308566903354252212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3308566903354252212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a change...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S5_Si_wzP9I/AAAAAAAABGo/wIDf3Q1ocGE/s72-c/P1040538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-7945903872186133567</id><published>2010-03-09T13:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:00:02.566-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spencer'/><title type='text'>a recognizable voice...</title><content type='html'>For the opening hymn in Sacrament this past Sunday we sang "I am a Child of God". Well, we all sang it, but the one voice heard louder than the entire congregation combined was Spencer's. Everyone turned to look at us and smile, even the choruster. The counselor in the Bishopric conducting also mentioned how we can sure tell when a song is played that the primary is familiar with. And Rory had tears in her eyes from giggling so hard. It was a rare, sweet moment for us. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446726272512549602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S5aor9Xl4uI/AAAAAAAABGY/g3D8GMgHhdQ/s400/I_Am_a_Child_of_God_Plaque_6x7_product.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-7945903872186133567?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/7945903872186133567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=7945903872186133567' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7945903872186133567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7945903872186133567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/03/recognizable-voice_09.html' title='a recognizable voice...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S5aor9Xl4uI/AAAAAAAABGY/g3D8GMgHhdQ/s72-c/I_Am_a_Child_of_God_Plaque_6x7_product.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-287270339133025611</id><published>2010-03-04T15:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:18:35.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in Austin!</title><content type='html'>This morning my friends Mary, Janielle and I headed to Austin with Spencer and Camberley, three bikes, two trailers and lots of snacks. Plan- Ride the bike trail at Zilker Park. The first couple of minutes Spencer started screaming and crying and climbing out of the trailer. Once things got settled, we took off. There couldn't have been better weather and the trail was awesome. Then the kids played on the playground and we ate lunch. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444889927931736466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S5Aiiot5MZI/AAAAAAAABF4/Lz7C4OE9fX0/s400/bike+trail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444890614633656402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S5AjKm4Y8FI/AAAAAAAABGI/Mv40TQsInyo/s400/103317BLUEYANGO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444889933300707586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S5Aii8t9MQI/AAAAAAAABGA/yKEfsK02tdo/s400/trail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin is really cool, but I don't think I'm cool enough to fit in.  I love how there are always tons of people biking or running no matter where you are there.  Thanks for inviting us Mary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-287270339133025611?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/287270339133025611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=287270339133025611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/287270339133025611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/287270339133025611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/03/fun-in-austin.html' title='Fun in Austin!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S5Aiiot5MZI/AAAAAAAABF4/Lz7C4OE9fX0/s72-c/bike+trail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-6807309066219872959</id><published>2010-02-23T14:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:35:55.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with a Giant Mouse, a Shootout, and Cold White Stuff</title><content type='html'>I seem to have issues this year with getting much blogging done.  So, when it happens there are a few things to catch up on.  Giant Mouse = Chuck E. Cheese.  Its been several months since we've gone, so the kids were just itching to go.  So, I looked up some awesome coupons ($10 for 100 tokens) and away we went.  They had a blast, as they always do.  Edward and I really enjoy it too.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q5_46p1JI/AAAAAAAABFw/1wqLYL4bKnQ/s1600-h/P1040491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441538019543340178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q5_46p1JI/AAAAAAAABFw/1wqLYL4bKnQ/s400/P1040491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q5_T5xbuI/AAAAAAAABFo/WatrGU0da2A/s1600-h/P1040503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441538009607532258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q5_T5xbuI/AAAAAAAABFo/WatrGU0da2A/s400/P1040503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q5-_hiKqI/AAAAAAAABFg/-X-BOQfHYGo/s1600-h/P1040495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441538004137159330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q5-_hiKqI/AAAAAAAABFg/-X-BOQfHYGo/s400/P1040495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she not always trying to be the star??  (She is!)  What more could she wish for... her face is on 4 screens for the whole joint to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q5GS3QO7I/AAAAAAAABFY/0g5A-ozjq6M/s1600-h/P1040505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441537030075988914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q5GS3QO7I/AAAAAAAABFY/0g5A-ozjq6M/s400/P1040505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q5F8FPA-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/luelpA2v5Wc/s1600-h/P1040501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441537023960613858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q5F8FPA-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/luelpA2v5Wc/s400/P1040501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer shudders, falls to the floor and tries to run away when I try to get him close to the mechanical Chuck E.  Rory's not shy, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q5FU_CCzI/AAAAAAAABFI/YMDlhDLzCZQ/s1600-h/P1040506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441537013465615154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q5FU_CCzI/AAAAAAAABFI/YMDlhDLzCZQ/s400/P1040506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SHOOTOUT!?!?&lt;br /&gt;San Antonio Stock Show and Rodeo... 1st Stop, Stock show, stinky, stinky animals.  But just adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q4YjJbVEI/AAAAAAAABFA/Y0sKlJlj2yo/s1600-h/P1040509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441536244173198402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q4YjJbVEI/AAAAAAAABFA/Y0sKlJlj2yo/s400/P1040509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was $1 day so we actually let the kids ride a lot.  Rory is super brave.  She prefers to ride big ones alone.  And some she wanted to venture on she was too short for (I had the same problem as a kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q4YIz6geI/AAAAAAAABE4/vpiFPSiXWcg/s1600-h/P1040510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441536237103645154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q4YIz6geI/AAAAAAAABE4/vpiFPSiXWcg/s400/P1040510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamest ride... she kept getting stuck on the giant slide.  Apparently that potato sack caused too much friction, or the slide wasn't steep enough.  But she tried to scoot her way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q4XlWOdrI/AAAAAAAABEw/xAKvhphBPlE/s1600-h/P1040513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441536227583882930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q4XlWOdrI/AAAAAAAABEw/xAKvhphBPlE/s400/P1040513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of gun fightin', thievery, and ol' time good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q4XFAb3tI/AAAAAAAABEo/bWVfrYVsgqc/s1600-h/P1040515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441536218902552274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q4XFAb3tI/AAAAAAAABEo/bWVfrYVsgqc/s400/P1040515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLD WHITE STUFF&lt;br /&gt;It snowed at our house today!!  Real big fluffy flakes.  But it was too wet to stick.  Oh well.  We enjoyed a few moments of it.  Now bring on spring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441534792829897170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q3EEeOCdI/AAAAAAAABEQ/FDO337JViPM/s400/P1040520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441534804121712274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q3EuiZdpI/AAAAAAAABEY/6DUVO7E9ZOw/s400/P1040519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q3EwHNoJI/AAAAAAAABEg/8YF9f9S0kE4/s1600-h/P1040521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441534804544561298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q3EwHNoJI/AAAAAAAABEg/8YF9f9S0kE4/s400/P1040521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="Z-INDEX: 50; POSITION: absolute; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 45px; TOP: 30px; LEFT: 0px" id="tag"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-6807309066219872959?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/6807309066219872959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=6807309066219872959' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6807309066219872959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6807309066219872959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/02/fun-with-giant-mouse-shootout-and-cold.html' title='Fun with a Giant Mouse, a Shootout, and Cold White Stuff'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S4Q5_46p1JI/AAAAAAAABFw/1wqLYL4bKnQ/s72-c/P1040491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-2448387670529523634</id><published>2010-02-14T09:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T09:58:55.406-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Friday night Dinner-- We Love Liberty Bistro!!  Its a cool restaurant that's located in the basement of the 1929 city hall building.  We ordered the special Valentine 5 course dinner that we heard about last year.  Dinner took about 2 1/2 hrs.  Lots of sitting, lots of food, lots of quiet conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylibertybistro.com/aboutUs.aspx"&gt;http://mylibertybistro.com/aboutUs.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438127291480835490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S3gb9YwShaI/AAAAAAAABEA/-EHZtQGwbYo/s400/P1040485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning workout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CACCC Valentine Fun Run 5k!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This run was really different from my first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date: July 18th vs. February 13th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temperature: 80 degrees vs. 30 degrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time: 30:16 vs. 28:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and this one was more bearable because of the awesome and very unexpected Valentine's Day gift from my wonderful husband.. Ipod nano w/ armband-- now I've caught up with the world.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438127330632030754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S3gb_qmqWiI/AAAAAAAABEI/NhDCNJvfOls/s400/P1040487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great weekend!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to you all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-2448387670529523634?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/2448387670529523634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=2448387670529523634' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2448387670529523634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2448387670529523634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S3gb9YwShaI/AAAAAAAABEA/-EHZtQGwbYo/s72-c/P1040485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-7549283772212245377</id><published>2010-02-01T16:15:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:00:38.737-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spencer'/><title type='text'>the boys in my life...</title><content type='html'>Luckily I didn't state that blogging often was a new year's resolution, so I'm not failing at my goal I didn't set.&lt;br /&gt;We haven't been up to much that's worth blogging about.  So, here's what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buster's Adventures-- Whenever we leave the house we always walk in to find that Buster has taken a toy from the kids' beds.   When we first got him he did this so the kids gave him their stuffed puppies, but those have long since been destroyed.  So now he has tried to claim some new toys.  This one belongs to Buster...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S2dWreyFx6I/AAAAAAAABD4/KxE1GmZH4b4/s1600-h/P1040466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433406142813014338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S2dWGXbLiUI/AAAAAAAABDo/W-WTCKYwX6o/s400/P1040468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These 2 are off limits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433406389009468146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S2dWUsk_SvI/AAAAAAAABDw/Xyaz2diiCIM/s400/P1040467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433405872871930114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S2dV2p0NeQI/AAAAAAAABDg/H7EPslGzkkg/s400/P1040469.JPG" /&gt;He's so funny, though.  Sometimes he will replace their toys with his.  He left his black and white puppy in Spencer's bed when he stole his Yoshi.  Over Christmas he found 3 penguin toys and had them all laying together in a pile.   He also will put the white puppy  in his crate where he sleeps at night.  Its always interesting to walk in and see what mischief he's been up to. (he also steals my recliner, if I get up when we're sitting together, he totally stretches out and takes up all the space.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433406780443314082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S2dWreyFx6I/AAAAAAAABD4/KxE1GmZH4b4/s400/P1040466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Spencer-- His sleeping schedule is 8pm - 6am, not fun.  He doesn't really nap either unless he crashes in the car in the afternoon while running an errand.  But Saturday night the kids went to the Saville's while Edward and I went on a date.  He played the Wii the whole time and was kind of (or very) tired and cranky.  We left their house after 9:30 and he fell asleep in the car.  He still decided 6am was a good time to wake up (even though church isn't until 11:30).  So, by 6pm for dinner, he was wiped out. &lt;br /&gt;So sweet and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S2dVZrx7PVI/AAAAAAAABDY/-HMPcK--ivI/s1600-h/P1040481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433405375183011154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S2dVZrx7PVI/AAAAAAAABDY/-HMPcK--ivI/s400/P1040481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer today-- he just wanted me to take some snapshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S2dVIj2kPNI/AAAAAAAABDQ/aOVSxkQ7zcM/s1600-h/P1040482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433405080997215442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S2dVIj2kPNI/AAAAAAAABDQ/aOVSxkQ7zcM/s400/P1040482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very enthusiastically saying cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S2dU3w_7T2I/AAAAAAAABDI/q6GVw0qQ-os/s1600-h/P1040483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433404792468361058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S2dU3w_7T2I/AAAAAAAABDI/q6GVw0qQ-os/s400/P1040483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-7549283772212245377?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/7549283772212245377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=7549283772212245377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7549283772212245377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7549283772212245377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/02/boys-in-my-life.html' title='the boys in my life...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S2dWGXbLiUI/AAAAAAAABDo/W-WTCKYwX6o/s72-c/P1040468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-6605543908764444867</id><published>2010-01-04T18:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:15:33.772-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Christmas Fun!</title><content type='html'>We spent a few days in Katy with Edward's family.  He and I went on a date and played some lazer tag.  It was my first time.  I thought it was hilarious.  I want to go again soon.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KVgLsUiQI/AAAAAAAABC4/SzMqjgUJiSs/s1600-h/P1040462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423061281434536194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KVgLsUiQI/AAAAAAAABC4/SzMqjgUJiSs/s320/P1040462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Toby (my sister-in-laws pug) with Uncle Nicholas' Navy hat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KVfpLruCI/AAAAAAAABCw/R2drGS7iZ1g/s1600-h/P1040447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423061272170838050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KVfpLruCI/AAAAAAAABCw/R2drGS7iZ1g/s320/P1040447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We played at Peckham Park.  I brought Rory here a lot when she was a tiny baby.  Now look how big the kids are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KVfT4QD4I/AAAAAAAABCo/3MtXX2MVq34/s1600-h/P1040456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423061266452189058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KVfT4QD4I/AAAAAAAABCo/3MtXX2MVq34/s320/P1040456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KVewuxgXI/AAAAAAAABCg/Sx1onqs3z-E/s1600-h/P1040457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423061257017196914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KVewuxgXI/AAAAAAAABCg/Sx1onqs3z-E/s320/P1040457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the dogs and made them wear their sweaters.  They were too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KTz9oLXgI/AAAAAAAABCY/Zw-CgFSPsRU/s1600-h/P1040460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423059422233189890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KTz9oLXgI/AAAAAAAABCY/Zw-CgFSPsRU/s320/P1040460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Natural Bridge Caverns during our break. It was really cool. But not quite cool enough for a 3 and 6 year old. Spencer was tired and they both thought it was pretty boring. They'll enjoy it more when they're a few years older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KTzhg0vEI/AAAAAAAABCQ/5Iyng9BjgZM/s1600-h/P1040442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423059414686153794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KTzhg0vEI/AAAAAAAABCQ/5Iyng9BjgZM/s320/P1040442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (can you tell the picture's upside down?) oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KTzGLwAwI/AAAAAAAABCI/j1aZk9Jk8rs/s1600-h/P1040439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423059407350006530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KTzGLwAwI/AAAAAAAABCI/j1aZk9Jk8rs/s320/P1040439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun with the Elders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KTy2mq3xI/AAAAAAAABCA/3RR72zlAI-w/s1600-h/P1040401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423059403167948562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KTy2mq3xI/AAAAAAAABCA/3RR72zlAI-w/s320/P1040401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buster's Stocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KTyS0sz6I/AAAAAAAABB4/-ypzr7jvksU/s1600-h/P1040404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423059393563119522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KTyS0sz6I/AAAAAAAABB4/-ypzr7jvksU/s320/P1040404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Day... Obviously opening presents. Lots of fun gifts for the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423057148494277170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KRvnSk6jI/AAAAAAAABBo/ZCNx54C3O60/s320/P1040434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423057138209232386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KRvA-blgI/AAAAAAAABBg/f4IRWO0A0bo/s320/P1040433.JPG" /&gt;Rory's clip on earrings. She tricks her friends, they think they're real. She got 3 pair. Today she lost one of these CZ (shocking, they're not real diamonds) on the playground at school. Rory said, "The wind blew it out." &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423057135351326738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KRu2VDaBI/AAAAAAAABBY/XkIqVfmJ9fs/s320/P1040432.JPG" /&gt;Hulk Hand&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423057127191615378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KRuX7oF5I/AAAAAAAABBQ/dqivZjCXoFI/s320/P1040426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Edward tried his culinary skills by roasting a duck. It turned out great! And so did his Banana's Foster. YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423057153615194322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KRv6Xf6NI/AAAAAAAABBw/n1sl41epotk/s320/P1040437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun at the Westin La Cantera Resort. Free to all! Texas cowboy stories (told by "Macon Dust" get it!), christmas carols, hot apple cider, gingerbread cookies, a visit from Santa and snow!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KO0JQ9u1I/AAAAAAAABBI/uC07R3r_avE/s1600-h/P1040421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423053927798913874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KO0JQ9u1I/AAAAAAAABBI/uC07R3r_avE/s400/P1040421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KOzsGfYMI/AAAAAAAABBA/G_U6wLpLRtY/s1600-h/P1040422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423053919970353346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KOzsGfYMI/AAAAAAAABBA/G_U6wLpLRtY/s400/P1040422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KOzeK2H-I/AAAAAAAABA4/qU-mXY1Xw40/s1600-h/P1040424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423053916230524898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KOzeK2H-I/AAAAAAAABA4/qU-mXY1Xw40/s400/P1040424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KOyz31pwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Nv9q6ErxBpI/s1600-h/P1040423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423053904876513026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KOyz31pwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Nv9q6ErxBpI/s400/P1040423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KOyduuBtI/AAAAAAAABAo/d-LtCH5qCgE/s1600-h/P1040415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423053898932684498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KOyduuBtI/AAAAAAAABAo/d-LtCH5qCgE/s400/P1040415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="Z-INDEX: 50; POSITION: absolute; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 45px; TOP: 30px; LEFT: 0px" id="tag"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-6605543908764444867?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/6605543908764444867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=6605543908764444867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6605543908764444867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6605543908764444867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-fun.html' title='Christmas Fun!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/S0KVgLsUiQI/AAAAAAAABC4/SzMqjgUJiSs/s72-c/P1040462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-4036800074167962579</id><published>2009-12-17T08:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:24:51.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Post!</title><content type='html'>With the rush of the holidays I've been very bad about posting.  Here are a couple things I've taken pictures of that are going on in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;We took some holiday pictures.  Isn't Buster cute in a sweater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416209214940288578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Syo9la22lkI/AAAAAAAABAg/o-Dn0fbswmo/s400/P1040367.JPG" /&gt;Rory did her piano recital.  She played "Mary had a little lamb" and "Jingle Bells."  She's such a quick learner.  We're very proud of her.  She's doing great in Dual Language in Kindergarten as well.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Syo9kyW8rvI/AAAAAAAABAY/fCk3RO9kOeg/s1600-h/P1040385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416209204069052146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Syo9kyW8rvI/AAAAAAAABAY/fCk3RO9kOeg/s400/P1040385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer's soccer team had a pizza party.  Here are some of them with their medals.  He likes to wear it still.  He's such a big boy.  Every game he would score several goals.  He's competitive like me.  Finally at the last game he got the concept to pass and that when the ball goes out of bounds everything stops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Syo9kUsCXYI/AAAAAAAABAQ/M1AKGeYilA4/s1600-h/P1040384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416209196104441218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Syo9kUsCXYI/AAAAAAAABAQ/M1AKGeYilA4/s400/P1040384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good Job Rory and Spencer.  We hope next year is as full of success and fun experiences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-4036800074167962579?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/4036800074167962579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=4036800074167962579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4036800074167962579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4036800074167962579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/12/100th-post.html' title='100th Post!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Syo9la22lkI/AAAAAAAABAg/o-Dn0fbswmo/s72-c/P1040367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-2080176918157931141</id><published>2009-11-20T14:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:45:43.457-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Midnight Madness: New Moon</title><content type='html'>6 of us went to the midnight showing of New Moon last night.  We got good seats and had a good hour to chat before the movie started.  Plus the hour and a half at IHop before that.  We all really enjoyed the movie... the consensus is that is was better than the book.  Not too much weeping for Edward before trying new things (like cliff diving), how foolish.&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you have seen it and I hope you enjoyed it.  For everyone else, its a must-see. &lt;br /&gt;(I only got 3 1/2 hrs of sleep last night.  I better catch up some tonight.)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Swb_CO0zrmI/AAAAAAAABAI/jtd1kcQ2Mx8/s1600/new+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406288816509267554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Swb_CO0zrmI/AAAAAAAABAI/jtd1kcQ2Mx8/s400/new+moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bblleggghh... Jacob's hair.  thank goodness he went through his "transformation" and then had his lovely short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Swb_B98DQfI/AAAAAAAABAA/MwTop4OQoWs/s1600/bellajacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406288811976245746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Swb_B98DQfI/AAAAAAAABAA/MwTop4OQoWs/s400/bellajacob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-2080176918157931141?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/2080176918157931141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=2080176918157931141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2080176918157931141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2080176918157931141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/11/midnight-madness-new-moon.html' title='Midnight Madness: New Moon'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Swb_CO0zrmI/AAAAAAAABAI/jtd1kcQ2Mx8/s72-c/new+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-4834313264218827488</id><published>2009-11-15T19:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:18:13.400-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><title type='text'>You can tell its Autumn when...</title><content type='html'>...you can find geese and ducks in the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;...Christmas decorations abound.&lt;br /&gt;..."Toys for Tots" donations.&lt;br /&gt;...you can pull out your sweaters.&lt;br /&gt;...and the best of all, the ice cream man drives through your neighborhood playing children's tunes. (WHAT?)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yesterday, November 14th, Rory got her first Ice Cream from the Ice Cream man for this year. &lt;br /&gt;Fall in Texas= Warm Weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SwC1SGuJSNI/AAAAAAAAA_4/vh7EgtvJb3Y/s1600/P1040316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404518875491027154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SwC1SGuJSNI/AAAAAAAAA_4/vh7EgtvJb3Y/s400/P1040316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SwC1RzmxI2I/AAAAAAAAA_w/e8T54rhSYs0/s1600/P1040317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404518870359810914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SwC1RzmxI2I/AAAAAAAAA_w/e8T54rhSYs0/s400/P1040317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ice Cream Truck in TX also advertises Charrones, Nachos, y Helotes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SwC1RYXa-NI/AAAAAAAAA_o/_TlPsyEQR7k/s1600/P1040318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404518863047686354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SwC1RYXa-NI/AAAAAAAAA_o/_TlPsyEQR7k/s400/P1040318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SwC1Q14pxtI/AAAAAAAAA_g/eA9Abzvtt-8/s1600/P1040319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404518853791827666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SwC1Q14pxtI/AAAAAAAAA_g/eA9Abzvtt-8/s400/P1040319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SwC1Qp4YEPI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/j8PPenyTvFw/s1600/P1040322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404518850569441522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SwC1Qp4YEPI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/j8PPenyTvFw/s400/P1040322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-4834313264218827488?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/4834313264218827488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=4834313264218827488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4834313264218827488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4834313264218827488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-can-tell-its-autumn-when.html' title='You can tell its Autumn when...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SwC1SGuJSNI/AAAAAAAAA_4/vh7EgtvJb3Y/s72-c/P1040316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-994500143183793163</id><published>2009-11-09T13:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:12:06.769-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Can you believe it???  Rory's 6!</title><content type='html'>On the 3rd some friends came over for Rory's birthday. They played toss-across, twister, did "makeovers", and had cookie cake. It was a good time!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197190411335250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Svh1uP0UtlI/AAAAAAAAA_A/SToX8xFYalg/s400/P1040286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Svh1ukl_XKI/AAAAAAAAA_I/xgffFa7iJlk/s1600-h/P1040287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197195988360354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Svh1ukl_XKI/AAAAAAAAA_I/xgffFa7iJlk/s400/P1040287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197202244890146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Svh1u75qbiI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/drDzlhcZbNc/s400/P1040288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Spencer, Alexis, Skyler, McKenzie, Courtney, Gage, Samantha and Rory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402195926093215794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Svh0kp3ZODI/AAAAAAAAA-o/gSuCdhmMG3U/s400/P1040296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Rory's actual birthday, the 4th, she opened her presents from us (a cash register that scans and has a microphone- anything to project her voice is a great thing to Rory-, the movie Monsters VS. Aliens, some coloring sets, and tickets to see Walking with Dinosaurs. And we went to dinner at her favorite place, Cici's. (maybe some day her tastes will change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Svh0lLSHLlI/AAAAAAAAA-4/dEwLrG_hooc/s1600-h/P1040300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402195935063649874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Svh0lLSHLlI/AAAAAAAAA-4/dEwLrG_hooc/s400/P1040300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her teacher Mrs. Haynes. Donut holes were the treat she wanted to share with her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Svh0k8XyEsI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Or3RUhkrEiA/s1600-h/P1040299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402195931060900546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Svh0k8XyEsI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Or3RUhkrEiA/s400/P1040299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we went to see the dinosaur show. Rory got a little scared and a little sad at times. But she enjoyed it a lot. Spencer LOVED every moment of it. It was very magical for the little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Svh0kEFmrcI/AAAAAAAAA-g/x3E02YyEtpE/s1600-h/P1040310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402195915952270786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Svh0kEFmrcI/AAAAAAAAA-g/x3E02YyEtpE/s400/P1040310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Svh0jvJT6fI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/n6ctW2Tl61k/s1600-h/P1040313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402195910330673650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Svh0jvJT6fI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/n6ctW2Tl61k/s400/P1040313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-994500143183793163?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/994500143183793163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=994500143183793163' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/994500143183793163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/994500143183793163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-believe-it-rorys-6.html' title='Can you believe it???  Rory&apos;s 6!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Svh1uP0UtlI/AAAAAAAAA_A/SToX8xFYalg/s72-c/P1040286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-1851247824721063145</id><published>2009-11-03T20:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:10:45.419-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><title type='text'>Trip to VA!</title><content type='html'>A few months ago I got an email from Airtran.com advertising low fares.  A flight from San Antonio to Richmond, VA was $75.  I eased Edward into the idea of me going (ALONE) for my birthday.  And... I did!  (a few days after my b-day).  He had the kids all to himself from Thurs AM to Tuesday PM.  Brave man!!! He was ok, just afraid I would never come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip was great.  I miss all the huge trees hovering over the land.  I miss my family.  I miss some of the things that come with living in a small town with a new branch.  (I got to teach Seminary while I was there) &lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the trees, not the cars.  My moms road is a small country road with trees just like this surrounding either side.  Those were the best morning runs I've ever gone on!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400078013868465682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SvDuV8AG3hI/AAAAAAAAA9w/674FBGGh9u8/s400/P1040232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a day in Richmond.  When we got there I saw this hamburger bun stuck to a wall.  Why?  I don't know.  But it did provide an interesting photo-op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SvDuWUB-SrI/AAAAAAAAA94/7t4FEuSBZ5Q/s1600-h/P1040235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400078020318743218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SvDuWUB-SrI/AAAAAAAAA94/7t4FEuSBZ5Q/s400/P1040235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; A very close-up shot of me, my mom, and my little (just younger, not little) brother JT, or as we call him, "JR".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SvDuXRVHUrI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/z6ZoarW4hwM/s1600-h/P1040246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400078036773589682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SvDuXRVHUrI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/z6ZoarW4hwM/s400/P1040246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cobblestone street!  Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SvDuXPHEhDI/AAAAAAAAA-I/9x4q9yuzpWc/s1600-h/P1040243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400078036177814578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SvDuXPHEhDI/AAAAAAAAA-I/9x4q9yuzpWc/s400/P1040243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty architecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SvDuWgdlklI/AAAAAAAAA-A/6wEMi6eFLPs/s1600-h/P1040237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400078023655789138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SvDuWgdlklI/AAAAAAAAA-A/6wEMi6eFLPs/s400/P1040237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things you never appreciate, or realize you have until its gone and you can revisit your past (if you're fortunate enought to do so).  I had a great time and will have to do it again someday.  Don't worry Edward, not for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-1851247824721063145?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/1851247824721063145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=1851247824721063145' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/1851247824721063145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/1851247824721063145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip-to-va.html' title='Trip to VA!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SvDuV8AG3hI/AAAAAAAAA9w/674FBGGh9u8/s72-c/P1040232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-5986041317629394076</id><published>2009-11-01T18:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:47:01.315-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patches and Trick or Treating</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday some of us, including Grandma Karena who came to visit, went to the pumpkin patch for a hay ride and to find that perfect pumpkin.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su5JFdr7bkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/9zMSG6dAiR4/s1600-h/P1040262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399333361480855106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su5JFdr7bkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/9zMSG6dAiR4/s400/P1040262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer and Grandma Pilgrim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su5JFMnYxxI/AAAAAAAAA9M/2jiRmBCUUvE/s1600-h/P1040261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399333356898404114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su5JFMnYxxI/AAAAAAAAA9M/2jiRmBCUUvE/s400/P1040261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids climbing the hay stack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su5JFzIdxGI/AAAAAAAAA9k/qiM45GqZ6mw/s1600-h/P1040253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399333367237690466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su5JFzIdxGI/AAAAAAAAA9k/qiM45GqZ6mw/s400/P1040253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer just loves to take care of Camberly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su5JFrzaG1I/AAAAAAAAA9c/LDMpHCqD2UU/s1600-h/P1040260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399333365270322002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su5JFrzaG1I/AAAAAAAAA9c/LDMpHCqD2UU/s400/P1040260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer picked out this costume.  I think he made a great Vampire.  Kind of spooky, but everyone thought he was just adorable.  Actually, as he ran to each house he was so fast his cape caught lots of air and was rising up behind him.  We thought he just might fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399304950553458818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su4vPuu_OII/AAAAAAAAA8c/DZi8FKseMZ0/s400/P1040268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer and Carter at the ward Trunk-or-Treat party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su4vQ5Rem8I/AAAAAAAAA80/u__H0jQ8ixA/s1600-h/P1040277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399304970562345922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su4vQ5Rem8I/AAAAAAAAA80/u__H0jQ8ixA/s400/P1040277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rory, the school bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su4vQeJF13I/AAAAAAAAA8s/L8gge_rXgMI/s1600-h/P1040271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399304963279411058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su4vQeJF13I/AAAAAAAAA8s/L8gge_rXgMI/s400/P1040271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buster (Air Bud).  I guess he went as a Jock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su4vQLY5WYI/AAAAAAAAA8k/niDkekoFtHg/s1600-h/P1040272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399304958245427586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su4vQLY5WYI/AAAAAAAAA8k/niDkekoFtHg/s400/P1040272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Zollinger's for Halloween night.  Here's spooky Spencer with adorable little pumpkin Casch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399304974968391122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su4vRJr9hdI/AAAAAAAAA88/EKoYLCOwFEg/s400/P1040283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory was tired of holding her bus so she decided to be a ballerina for Halloween night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexis was Hannah Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399333347214810466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su5JEoio3WI/AAAAAAAAA9E/jkGkbAbNOzg/s400/P1040284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-5986041317629394076?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/5986041317629394076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=5986041317629394076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5986041317629394076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5986041317629394076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-patches-and-trick-or-treating.html' title='Pumpkin Patches and Trick or Treating'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Su5JFdr7bkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/9zMSG6dAiR4/s72-c/P1040262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-5573135526201968115</id><published>2009-10-21T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:19:57.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>These pumpkins are a hoot</title><content type='html'>I saw this idea in a Good Housekeeping Magazine a couple months ago.  But in keeping with my desire to recycle or throw everything away, it was tossed in my big blue recycling bin.  I tried to find it on their website, but with no luck.  So I tried to make them from memory. &lt;br /&gt;Supplies:  Hot Glue, white pumpkins (first time I've seen them locally), sunflower seeds.&lt;br /&gt;Rory's is the big one, Spencer's is the small one.  They had lots of help from me.  I'm not letting go of enough control to let them do these kinds of things on their own yet.  Maybe some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/St-j81S-SXI/AAAAAAAAA8U/idhP7NZtdUc/s1600-h/P1040228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395211144107280754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/St-j81S-SXI/AAAAAAAAA8U/idhP7NZtdUc/s400/P1040228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/St-j8reP6II/AAAAAAAAA8M/Ta4nxt45R40/s1600-h/P1040230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395211141470218370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/St-j8reP6II/AAAAAAAAA8M/Ta4nxt45R40/s400/P1040230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-5573135526201968115?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/5573135526201968115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=5573135526201968115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5573135526201968115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5573135526201968115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-pumpkins-are-hoot.html' title='These pumpkins are a hoot'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/St-j81S-SXI/AAAAAAAAA8U/idhP7NZtdUc/s72-c/P1040228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-6954079014252175886</id><published>2009-10-18T16:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:03:18.832-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Temple Gardening</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning we went to the San Antonio Temple to plant flowers.  The weather was great and our ward had a great turnout.  The Great Harvest Bread Co. across the street baked fresh bread for all the volunteers.  Delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;The kids were a great help and had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuPFB3tqtI/AAAAAAAAA8E/ixZg2a36UE0/s1600-h/P1040211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394062295270533842" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuPFB3tqtI/AAAAAAAAA8E/ixZg2a36UE0/s320/P1040211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuPEhRXDzI/AAAAAAAAA78/JrMlEuLhCrA/s1600-h/P1040212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394062286519734066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuPEhRXDzI/AAAAAAAAA78/JrMlEuLhCrA/s320/P1040212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuOUWoP80I/AAAAAAAAA70/QHNbWna791Q/s1600-h/P1040210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394061459029226306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuOUWoP80I/AAAAAAAAA70/QHNbWna791Q/s320/P1040210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuOSnKer_I/AAAAAAAAA7c/o5LF21XYeDM/s1600-h/P1040207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394061429108027378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuOSnKer_I/AAAAAAAAA7c/o5LF21XYeDM/s320/P1040207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuOTve-hdI/AAAAAAAAA7s/DvqjLkSGmGw/s1600-h/P1040208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394061448521352658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuOTve-hdI/AAAAAAAAA7s/DvqjLkSGmGw/s320/P1040208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuOTOeYJEI/AAAAAAAAA7k/k8sLDLG99_M/s1600-h/P1040209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394061439660467266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuOTOeYJEI/AAAAAAAAA7k/k8sLDLG99_M/s320/P1040209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuOR0fEl0I/AAAAAAAAA7U/DnS34vol5AU/s1600-h/P1040206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394061415504189250" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuOR0fEl0I/AAAAAAAAA7U/DnS34vol5AU/s320/P1040206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-6954079014252175886?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/6954079014252175886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=6954079014252175886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6954079014252175886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6954079014252175886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/10/temple-gardening.html' title='Temple Gardening'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StuPFB3tqtI/AAAAAAAAA8E/ixZg2a36UE0/s72-c/P1040211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-3472751967092354543</id><published>2009-10-14T19:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:35:03.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>28 years young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my birthday. Edward and I went out last Friday for great food at &lt;a href="http://www.mcadoos.com/index.htm"&gt;McAdoos&lt;/a&gt; and a fun movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392615714544949746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StZra8ukGfI/AAAAAAAAA7M/z908jJTBz2g/s320/whipit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Roller-derby in Austin, TX.  Their team is called the "Hurl Scouts".  Edward and I couldn't think of any cool rollerderby names even though we tried all night after the movie.  Some of the names in the movie were "Babe Ruthless", "Slashlee Simpson" and "Rosa Sparks "(yes, she was black).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392615606725572434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StZrUrEa91I/AAAAAAAAA7E/IGhqLeCLcZQ/s400/hurl+scouts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday on my birthday I got muffins in bed (with a lit candle) and Edward made me a fat free homemade dinner.  He checked out cookbooks at the library, bought the ingredients, cooked on his own, and cleaned up just for me.  I know... he's the best.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My friends took me to lunch at the Gruene Onion.  Thanks Julian, Becca, Alison, Sherry, Janielle, and Abby...and your kiddos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392613745743106754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StZpoWXoEsI/AAAAAAAAA68/_dpsSr_DlmI/s400/P1040203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-3472751967092354543?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/3472751967092354543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=3472751967092354543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3472751967092354543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3472751967092354543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/10/28-years-young.html' title='28 years young'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StZra8ukGfI/AAAAAAAAA7M/z908jJTBz2g/s72-c/whipit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-2723328722905210612</id><published>2009-10-13T13:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:36:58.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buster'/><title type='text'>Buster's Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, we threw a party for a our dog, Buster's, birthday. When we took him to the vet this summer the birthdate listed for him was October 12, 2007. So since we knew the date we started joking around that we were going to throw him a party and invite some puppy friends. Then Edward made EVite invitations and had me send them out. So some of our friends brought their dogs and his original family, Joel, Becca and Lila came to celebrate with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a hoot. But my neighbors dogs got sent home early because of some rowdy behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Fuessels, Fernandes, Crowthers, Savilles, Zollingers and Dunivans for coming to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make a Wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gourmet doggy treats from Polly's Pet Shop. (The kids were concerned which treats were for humans and which were for puppies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392154118566992610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StTHmhtYWuI/AAAAAAAAA6k/y0OKtLgU74o/s400/P1040194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe Buster was a little overwhelmed for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392154143660657506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StTHn_MLS2I/AAAAAAAAA60/r2C5yVADmQQ/s400/P1040200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crowther's cockapoo, Amber. Her and Buster had a blast running and jumping together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392154129309879746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StTHnJurzcI/AAAAAAAAA6s/42edk4b3cjo/s400/P1040198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Buster!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-2723328722905210612?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/2723328722905210612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=2723328722905210612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2723328722905210612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2723328722905210612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/10/busters-birthday-bash.html' title='Buster&apos;s Birthday Bash'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StTHmhtYWuI/AAAAAAAAA6k/y0OKtLgU74o/s72-c/P1040194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-1251314678737311841</id><published>2009-10-11T19:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:05:24.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spencer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>something to blog about?</title><content type='html'>So, maybe I should blog about this... maybe not. But I will anyway. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been called as the ward Primary President (thanks to a certain someone moving to the neighboring ward- ha ha, just kidding). I knew I was called as a counselor a few months ago to learn more love and patience for kids- especially my own. And now I get the opportunity to really have stewardship over precious souls and hopefully help them get closer to Christ. Times are tough now. We had a song this year that says, "I am a builder working each day to build my family, and I will do the best I can to serve them lovingly..." As a presidency we talked about how crucial children are today and how responsible they are, even as little kids, in doing what's right in their families, even if their parents aren't.&lt;br /&gt;I welcome the challenge and hope I can earn their trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... while I was blogging this Edward told me to come downstairs and look. This is what I found--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391510868054824994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StJ-ka0Q2CI/AAAAAAAAA6E/WWWYvzvB0Mc/s400/P1040192.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Proof that Spencer hasn't had a nap in several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for being a good sport, Buster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, here are some pics from Spencer's first soccer game yesterday. He scored like 6 or 7 goals, but would throw a fit and pout if something didn't go his way. He also didn't want to shake the other teams' hands at the end of the game. Bad sportmanship. He's got the drive, determination, perfectionist, frustrated attitudes from me, and the "I'm not going to shake your hand" attitude from his dad- Edward said he thinks he did the same thing as a kid.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391510885908740354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StJ-ldU9-QI/AAAAAAAAA6M/vm-Acb-qMzU/s400/P1040173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391510905416661794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StJ-mmABOyI/AAAAAAAAA6c/bQEGrOxKkgM/s400/P1040183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391510898022931794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StJ-mKdN3VI/AAAAAAAAA6U/dmYz0NbE0UQ/s400/P1040187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're proud of you Spencer, but don't take it too serious. Its just a game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-1251314678737311841?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/1251314678737311841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=1251314678737311841' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/1251314678737311841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/1251314678737311841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-to-blog-about.html' title='something to blog about?'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/StJ-ka0Q2CI/AAAAAAAAA6E/WWWYvzvB0Mc/s72-c/P1040192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-1410285831582107935</id><published>2009-09-29T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:15:22.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spencer'/><title type='text'>"I'm a Big Kid Now!"</title><content type='html'>We signed up Spencer to join the YMCA's Soccer League.  He's little, but he's got a powerful kick.  He's with the 3 and 4 year olds and he's got one thing on his mind... kick it in the goal.  He was so cute.  The first thing they did was stand in line, each with their own ball, and take turns setting it down and trying to kick it past the coach.  Spencer took his turn, kicked it hard past the coach, then headed (with his ball) to the 5-8 year old practice.  They were actually kicking all over the place and standing in line with the 3 year olds didn't look nearly as fun.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387058246916660130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SsKs7wfOW6I/AAAAAAAAA5s/0O29ceCMnpI/s400/P1040164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;..."hhmmm, do you think anyone will notice if I ditch these munchkins?"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387058264083571506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SsKs8wcIozI/AAAAAAAAA58/LXt4vLZyNuw/s400/P1040165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He's like a pro already.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SsKs7dIjoBI/AAAAAAAAA5k/6xUN3jDOt2s/s1600-h/P1040162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387058241721311250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SsKs7dIjoBI/AAAAAAAAA5k/6xUN3jDOt2s/s400/P1040162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Great kick, Spencer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SsKs8af82-I/AAAAAAAAA50/jPgpj7HDLE8/s1600-h/P1040166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387058258193996770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SsKs8af82-I/AAAAAAAAA50/jPgpj7HDLE8/s400/P1040166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He practices on Tuesday evenings and has games on Saturdays.  He even got his little uniform shirt tonight.  I can't believe how big he's getting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're proud of you, Spencer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-1410285831582107935?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/1410285831582107935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=1410285831582107935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/1410285831582107935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/1410285831582107935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-big-kid-now.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m a Big Kid Now!&quot;'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SsKs7wfOW6I/AAAAAAAAA5s/0O29ceCMnpI/s72-c/P1040164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-4076563051948304854</id><published>2009-09-22T17:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:35:44.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><title type='text'>Hiking (kind of)</title><content type='html'>I love the outdoors, but don't really get out much anymore.  Its either too hot, or the kids need a nap, or I've got errands to run... you get it.  I just don't get out.  Edward went to Houston for a couple evenings to visit his brother who is starting Navy training so I decided the kids and I would hike at Landa Park.  Rory wanted Subway, so I packed goodies and drinks and picked up a sandwich on the way.  I was really excited to hike through the woods.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384422694122240258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SrlP6ZO1OQI/AAAAAAAAA5M/0wyNsmTyG6o/s400/P1040146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384421992602931218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SrlPRj3mEBI/AAAAAAAAA5E/7NTmNIqXlXE/s400/P1040145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SrlP60sO4oI/AAAAAAAAA5U/wmvSagtpSPo/s1600-h/P1040147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384422701493314178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SrlP60sO4oI/AAAAAAAAA5U/wmvSagtpSPo/s400/P1040147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; The other time we went we saw deer, so we were expecting another visit from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SrlPQ74KwfI/AAAAAAAAA48/ryOynWEmdgQ/s1600-h/P1040153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384421981867917810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SrlPQ74KwfI/AAAAAAAAA48/ryOynWEmdgQ/s400/P1040153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a bear in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SrlPQWQmfpI/AAAAAAAAA40/2kPby19oQ-Q/s1600-h/P1040149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384421971769851538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SrlPQWQmfpI/AAAAAAAAA40/2kPby19oQ-Q/s400/P1040149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately, about 15 minutes into this hike Rory complained she was really sick.  She laid on a bench while Spencer and I ate a little and found the deer.  Then I carried her and the supplies back to the car.  And wouldn't you know, as soon as we walked in the house she was feeling much better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids, kids, kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SrlPPr7YQ3I/AAAAAAAAA4s/S7kkM_T-t6g/s1600-h/P1040144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384421960406549362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SrlPPr7YQ3I/AAAAAAAAA4s/S7kkM_T-t6g/s400/P1040144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-4076563051948304854?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/4076563051948304854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=4076563051948304854' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4076563051948304854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4076563051948304854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/09/hiking-kind-of.html' title='Hiking (kind of)'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SrlP6ZO1OQI/AAAAAAAAA5M/0wyNsmTyG6o/s72-c/P1040146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-3374895521350419393</id><published>2009-09-18T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:21:22.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S'mores!</title><content type='html'>Simple... with some improvising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fire?- Candle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sticks?- Skewers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only miniature marshmallos?- stack them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edward's brilliant idea... use cinnamon graham crackers instead of original.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382981812568557874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SrQxcDKJiTI/AAAAAAAAA4k/R6BdHEbkSaQ/s400/P1040131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-3374895521350419393?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/3374895521350419393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=3374895521350419393' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3374895521350419393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3374895521350419393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/09/smores.html' title='S&apos;mores!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SrQxcDKJiTI/AAAAAAAAA4k/R6BdHEbkSaQ/s72-c/P1040131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-1506416394491350190</id><published>2009-09-14T13:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:48:06.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>What's on the menu...</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Rory's school to have lunch with her. She was so cute walking down the hall with her hands behind her back so well behaved. We picked out her lunch together- 2 tacos, lettuce &amp;amp; tomato, an apple, and white milk. Now, things are different than when I was a kid. All their trays are made out of styrofoam (I know there were times that I accidentally threw away the plastic trays- oops)and each kid has an ID #, or an ID Card which they scan and it deducts money from their lunch account.&lt;br /&gt;So high-tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381394483898098722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sq6NxXD-JCI/AAAAAAAAA4U/1BI8rNTfppY/s400/cafeteria+line.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's doing so well ( I think). Open house is this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sq6NxmX2vhI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ulnqglnaKf0/s1600-h/lunch+together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381394488008031762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sq6NxmX2vhI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ulnqglnaKf0/s400/lunch+together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When the parents come for lunch they make you sit at the back of the cafeteria with your kid. So, I didn't get to see her talk with her friends. They said they don't want the other kids to spill food and drink all over you. 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(Except for the great 4th of July picnic/schlitterbahn day we had planned.) There were about 60 days where the temperature was over 100 degrees--- YUCK! So I sit here today relishing in my fall-like drowsy rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;We're about on the edge of that red area in TX. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SqlIw7FrP3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/ZjVhU05sKrU/s1600-h/map.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379911235203186546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SqlIw7FrP3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/ZjVhU05sKrU/s400/map.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view from my back patio. Lovely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SqlFD5sShSI/AAAAAAAAA38/3nXsa_ybJnY/s1600-h/P1040128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379907163199276322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SqlFD5sShSI/AAAAAAAAA38/3nXsa_ybJnY/s400/P1040128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my puny tree I planted a year ago is thrilled for this nourishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SqlFDbQInAI/AAAAAAAAA30/7zikaGxdZRA/s1600-h/P1040127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379907155028122626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SqlFDbQInAI/AAAAAAAAA30/7zikaGxdZRA/s400/P1040127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still in the 70's right now... and I was freezing. Time for pants!! (even long sleeves, how crazy is that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379907173383671570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SqlFEfocDxI/AAAAAAAAA4E/xCNvNGcLlfg/s400/P1040130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-4721328251532773865?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/4721328251532773865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=4721328251532773865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4721328251532773865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4721328251532773865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/09/rain-is-that-you.html' title='Rain, is that you?'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SqlIw7FrP3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/ZjVhU05sKrU/s72-c/map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-7349033417850567144</id><published>2009-09-07T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:16:50.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>throwin' around that old pigskin</title><content type='html'>Rise and shout, the cougars are out!!&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, cougs. I really miss college sometimes. Especially being part of something so big and exciting! But these nationally televised games bring it back home to us. We watched part of the game at a restaurant opposite some Oklahoma fans... "losers". just kidding... not really.&lt;br /&gt;We finished watching the game at home with the new Reid's (Mike's brother and his wife). We were very excited for this game (wish we could have been there since it was in Dallas and we WON). Maybe next year against TCU. Congrats cougars, keep up the good work.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SqW9dNtq-rI/AAAAAAAAA3s/u4OidUxTkYs/s1600-h/Hall-vs-Oklahoma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378913639559002802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SqW9dNtq-rI/AAAAAAAAA3s/u4OidUxTkYs/s400/Hall-vs-Oklahoma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-7349033417850567144?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/7349033417850567144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=7349033417850567144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7349033417850567144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7349033417850567144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/09/throwin-around-that-old-pigskin.html' title='throwin&apos; around that old pigskin'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SqW9dNtq-rI/AAAAAAAAA3s/u4OidUxTkYs/s72-c/Hall-vs-Oklahoma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-8271300341488047728</id><published>2009-08-25T16:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:39:46.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rory'/><title type='text'>First Day of Kindergarten... primer dia</title><content type='html'>The 4 of us set off to school yesterday morning at 7:30am. Even though Rory was excited, we still had to push her along. She has an odd swagger to her walk and that makes her walk rather slowly. We were all just trying to keep up with Spencer.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374013215618234306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpRUi_8t98I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/tKtJvlm7Ii0/s400/P1040098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374013221542007986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpRUjWBDlLI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ekr5DBup6xw/s400/P1040097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rory is in the Dual Language Program. Everyday she starts out with her English speaking teacher to learn reading and language arts, after 9:30 she either remains in the English speaking class, or every other day will go to the Spanish language class. Her first day was spent in the Spanish speaking class... 1/2 of the students speak English, the other 1/2 only speak Spanish, and all the lessons were in Spanish. We asked her if she understood what was said and she said, "no". But while I was doing her hair later that night she was subconsciously singing her numbers in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;It will be quite difficult for a while. But she's come home happy both days. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpRUkFXOc5I/AAAAAAAAA3g/A3qeeUOquvA/s1600-h/P1040100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374013234251461522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpRUkFXOc5I/AAAAAAAAA3g/A3qeeUOquvA/s400/P1040100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each seat had a snapshot of a student at it.  Rory found her spot and wrote her name on the label underneath.  Then Spencer walked over and said, "where's my seat?"  Sorry kid, you have to wait 2 more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-8271300341488047728?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/8271300341488047728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=8271300341488047728' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8271300341488047728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8271300341488047728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-kindergarten-primer-dia.html' title='First Day of Kindergarten... primer dia'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpRUi_8t98I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/tKtJvlm7Ii0/s72-c/P1040098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-2469960671016879702</id><published>2009-08-23T15:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:53:53.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Last Week of Freedom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;For the last 2 years of preschool we did the tradition of taking Rory out to breakfast on the first day of school.  However, that school starts at 8:30, where her new school starts at 7:45.  I was concerned about the time so we made a new tradition... a week of fun for the school girl.  Each day we had her choose something fun and special for the family to do together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Day 1-Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;BOWLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Monday night = $1 night at our local bowling alley!  Spencer got 2nd place and I bowled a 107! Sorry Rory and Daddy, better luck next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpG1ca9UzeI/AAAAAAAAA24/qbfuRDoyftA/s1600-h/P1030998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373275330307214818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpG1ca9UzeI/AAAAAAAAA24/qbfuRDoyftA/s400/P1030998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer leans over when he wants the ball to curve.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373275352445170370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpG1dtbbMsI/AAAAAAAAA3I/4xzEuE6Yjj8/s400/P1030999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373275340883631282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpG1dCW8HLI/AAAAAAAAA3A/sctlc192amU/s400/P1040003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Day 2- Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Schlitterbahn and Landa Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Usually we like to play at Schlitterbahn from 5-8pm.  We showed up at 4:45 to read a sign that said they were closing at 6:00.  So we played fast, then headed to Landa Park to eat our picnic dinner and play some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373273418274703714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGztIFQCWI/AAAAAAAAA2A/aH7HrJ-bFxA/s400/P1040013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGzvWZdMjI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/XQ2Czaob8S0/s1600-h/P1040011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373273456477286962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGzvWZdMjI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/XQ2Czaob8S0/s400/P1040011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGzu0opCpI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/KZS0LTtVdTA/s1600-h/P1040007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373273447414172306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGzu0opCpI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/KZS0LTtVdTA/s400/P1040007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGzuBThgyI/AAAAAAAAA2I/_J5-K61nBQc/s1600-h/P1040004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373273433635390242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGzuBThgyI/AAAAAAAAA2I/_J5-K61nBQc/s400/P1040004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New play area for smaller kids... hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373273467146932674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGzv-JTEcI/AAAAAAAAA2g/gaUjljTs3Qk/s400/P1040020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373275319337368802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpG1byF6POI/AAAAAAAAA2w/XbaQtSwV0QE/s400/P1040017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373275310141924082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpG1bP1i4vI/AAAAAAAAA2o/_JRJj2hMEgI/s400/P1040029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Day 3- Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"Spa Day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373270863317770962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGxYaIDItI/AAAAAAAAA1w/VQk_I182vPc/s400/P1040054.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373270850159010658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGxXpGwY2I/AAAAAAAAA1o/wsE0HMtNDs4/s400/P1040055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGxY3d_KpI/AAAAAAAAA14/n68tQGDDnWo/s1600-h/P1040057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373270871194413714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGxY3d_KpI/AAAAAAAAA14/n68tQGDDnWo/s400/P1040057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rory's cute new "do"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373270842898823042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGxXODyt4I/AAAAAAAAA1g/dTfbRGou45s/s400/P1040061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Day 4- Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Dinner and Back to School Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373270834362364002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGxWuQisGI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/JancP9TzbIQ/s400/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGwDaA1T-I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/TsDwHuGdDeQ/s1600-h/P1040065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373269402998624226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGwDaA1T-I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/TsDwHuGdDeQ/s400/P1040065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGwC3xW2cI/AAAAAAAAA1I/KkiPZ91_8-U/s1600-h/P1040063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373269393806907842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGwC3xW2cI/AAAAAAAAA1I/KkiPZ91_8-U/s400/P1040063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Day 5- Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;GYMNASTICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373268343661109714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGvFvrFodI/AAAAAAAAA0w/p6ol-A1WHME/s400/P1040075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGvG01L8GI/AAAAAAAAA1A/MOF7_5YhGwQ/s1600-h/P1040074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373268362225512546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGvG01L8GI/AAAAAAAAA1A/MOF7_5YhGwQ/s400/P1040074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGvGPC3QBI/AAAAAAAAA04/CvRKP6MUzjU/s1600-h/P1040072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373268352082329618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGvGPC3QBI/AAAAAAAAA04/CvRKP6MUzjU/s400/P1040072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WHEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGvFNSKIGI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JzGMyshI324/s1600-h/P1040081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373268334429741154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGvFNSKIGI/AAAAAAAAA0o/JzGMyshI324/s400/P1040081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Day 6- Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Kinder Carnival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Our Children's Museum had a Kindergarten Carnival Fun Day for the 5 year olds.  Upon entering Rory received a "Report Card" with a list of things she had to complete before leaving.  Among those things were, -get your face painted, run the obstacle course, bus safety and eat a popsicle. A bit more fun than real school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGtyMUUswI/AAAAAAAAA0g/DFgaHHALDDo/s1600-h/P1040088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373266908241244930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGtyMUUswI/AAAAAAAAA0g/DFgaHHALDDo/s400/P1040088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGtxbMjAHI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/JG9bxLAF7oA/s1600-h/P1040095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373266895055290482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGtxbMjAHI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/JG9bxLAF7oA/s400/P1040095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGtw67-GgI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/7OaLrUTUJiQ/s1600-h/P1040093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373266886395828738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGtw67-GgI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/7OaLrUTUJiQ/s400/P1040093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGtwUNUBVI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ak2rKW8Pkqw/s1600-h/P1040091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373266875999585618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGtwUNUBVI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ak2rKW8Pkqw/s400/P1040091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGtvreyczI/AAAAAAAAA0A/_mGWkSByp88/s1600-h/P1040087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373266865067029298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpGtvreyczI/AAAAAAAAA0A/_mGWkSByp88/s400/P1040087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-2469960671016879702?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/2469960671016879702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=2469960671016879702' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2469960671016879702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2469960671016879702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-week-of-freedom.html' title='Last Week of Freedom!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SpG1ca9UzeI/AAAAAAAAA24/qbfuRDoyftA/s72-c/P1030998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-2231626733677710942</id><published>2009-08-20T15:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:22:49.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ouch'/><title type='text'>a head cut and a haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Edward was grilling the other night. We have to move the grill to an open area so it won't melt the siding (again) and Spencer decided to walk under the metal shelf that sticks out on each side. He hadn't cleared the space when he stood up and the sharp edge cut right into his head. He came in crying, and I didn't expect to see anything, but there it was, a bloody gash. You could see lots of flesh separating and I freaked a little inside. (called my mom, too) So I held it shut and put a wet towel on it and it has healed nicely. It only bled for a minute or less.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372140454513966354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/So2tR9LPfRI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/PG7NW3WOP2s/s400/P1030992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the "haircut". Makeover day for Buster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372141935529329810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/So2uoKY0hJI/AAAAAAAAAzw/QV3rV0qGops/s400/P1040034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is saying hi to the puppies.  If only they stayed that cute forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/So2tTyRGgQI/AAAAAAAAAzo/tQPSfZn4mMI/s1600-h/P1040038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372140485945491714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/So2tTyRGgQI/AAAAAAAAAzo/tQPSfZn4mMI/s400/P1040038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE... (shaggy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372140466146502594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/So2tSogp58I/AAAAAAAAAzY/_LSCNOpwyrg/s400/P1040031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AFTER... ("summer cut")  I wish getting my hair cut could make me look so much thinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372140476034292194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/So2tTNWFmeI/AAAAAAAAAzg/XAL-K4BAXXE/s400/P1040043.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-2231626733677710942?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/2231626733677710942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=2231626733677710942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2231626733677710942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2231626733677710942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/08/head-cut-and-haircut.html' title='a head cut and a haircut'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/So2tR9LPfRI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/PG7NW3WOP2s/s72-c/P1030992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-7674291819848559061</id><published>2009-08-13T14:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:19:43.662-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>decrease in posts...</title><content type='html'>I'm always interested in changing things around the house, but they're usually smaller projects.  This summer we decided to tackle some much bigger ones.  Hence, not much blogging-time.&lt;br /&gt;The tiling is done.  Here is part of our kitchen floor.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoRlNUPsyQI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_ptUTxhEjWA/s1600-h/P1030991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369527935179737346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoRlNUPsyQI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_ptUTxhEjWA/s400/P1030991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I painted the kitchen walls to match the rest of the downstairs.  Then I used all of the scrap and broken tiles to make a backsplash behind the counters.  I did 99% of that on my own.  I think the kitchen looks brighter.  I was thinking of painting the cabinets white, but right now I'm liking how it looks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369527094699431394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoRkcZNlFeI/AAAAAAAAAyo/f9VOErDmzAU/s400/P1030985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369527108566365586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoRkdM3ttZI/AAAAAAAAAyw/lkhyuET4gn4/s400/P1030987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then we decided to move Edward's office from the upstairs loft to the front room downstairs which was the kids' playroom (that they never played in).  Here is what the new playroom looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoRkeCg6IwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/GTWnjyrK2V8/s1600-h/P1030989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369527122966225666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoRkeCg6IwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/GTWnjyrK2V8/s400/P1030989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoRkdgkNMHI/AAAAAAAAAy4/dmDWAlT5GnI/s1600-h/P1030988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369527113853251698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoRkdgkNMHI/AAAAAAAAAy4/dmDWAlT5GnI/s400/P1030988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We painted the new office a "Mark Twain House Gray" color and installed a ceiling fan.  Its been fun to do these projects.  But it worries me that maybe we're making improvements because a move will be in our future.  (no plans as of yet, though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoRkb0zvLYI/AAAAAAAAAyg/2g6ston33rI/s1600-h/P1030983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369527084927364482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoRkb0zvLYI/AAAAAAAAAyg/2g6ston33rI/s400/P1030983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-7674291819848559061?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/7674291819848559061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=7674291819848559061' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7674291819848559061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7674291819848559061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/08/decrease-in-posts.html' title='decrease in posts...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoRlNUPsyQI/AAAAAAAAAzI/_ptUTxhEjWA/s72-c/P1030991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-6325029690001107568</id><published>2009-08-10T19:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:25:33.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>The New Addition to our Family...</title><content type='html'>Buster (Fuessell) Martin--&lt;br /&gt;Friends of ours thought it was time to adopt out their Schnauzer/Terrier mix-- BUSTER.  We'd been thinking of getting a dog, and this was a great opportunity for us to get one we knew the history of.  He's cute, active, patient with the kids, a good sleeper, and quiet unless someone exciting comes to the door (everyone!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Spencer dancing with Buster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoC4TUL-fbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/-g3hhf3X8gI/s1600-h/P1030982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368493397801598386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoC4TUL-fbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/-g3hhf3X8gI/s320/P1030982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Rory holding Buster.  She thinks he's a live doll for her to care for.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(yes, he growls at her when he's had enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoC4SzO5-pI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/-oQKcd3sfhk/s1600-h/P1030981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368493388955515538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoC4SzO5-pI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/-oQKcd3sfhk/s320/P1030981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Look at that cute face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoC4SZnZbjI/AAAAAAAAAyI/5zIm8SvAuMs/s1600-h/P1030962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368493382078918194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoC4SZnZbjI/AAAAAAAAAyI/5zIm8SvAuMs/s320/P1030962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow he's headed off to get his shots, then we can get him groomed later this week.  Expect some "makeover" pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-6325029690001107568?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/6325029690001107568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=6325029690001107568' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6325029690001107568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6325029690001107568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-addition-to-our-family.html' title='The New Addition to our Family...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SoC4TUL-fbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/-g3hhf3X8gI/s72-c/P1030982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-7648421964089064196</id><published>2009-07-22T13:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:27:05.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>lazy days of summer?  not here!</title><content type='html'>For the last few days we have spent our time doing new and interesting things. We decided to rip up our vinyl flooring in the kitchen, entry and bathroom... meanwhile I picked my mom (from Virginia) up from the airport, then ran my first ever 5k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't be smiling for long, Edward. Tiling took us many more hours than it was supposed to, but it looks great now. Well, we still have the entry and bathroom to do, but hopefully it will be a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361362162637061138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdiezAzvBI/AAAAAAAAAxg/eZBwixH6oTA/s320/P1030909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fun with Grandma Ava!  My poor mom had to deal with us doing the floor, hopefully she still had a good time.  I did!  We miss her already!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdlS25L4EI/AAAAAAAAAyA/doKFTUmDxbE/s1600-h/P1030950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361365256055283778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdlS25L4EI/AAAAAAAAAyA/doKFTUmDxbE/s320/P1030950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rory's silly face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdlRlHZQkI/AAAAAAAAAxw/HiNgdRXEsRA/s1600-h/P1030929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361365234103173698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdlRlHZQkI/AAAAAAAAAxw/HiNgdRXEsRA/s320/P1030929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aquarena aquarium and glass bottom boat ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361362170988073058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdifSH2EGI/AAAAAAAAAxo/d7jrSNaOs-4/s320/P1030930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdlSV7b-tI/AAAAAAAAAx4/XDn7CoFCMoo/s1600-h/P1030931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361365247206357714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdlSV7b-tI/AAAAAAAAAx4/XDn7CoFCMoo/s320/P1030931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5K- San Antonio Road Runners 30th Annual Women's 5k &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I have never run except when playing a sport or running the mile in high school for the physical fitness test)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trained for a few weeks on the treadmill at the YMCA, but nothing compared to actually racing hundreds of others, outside in a Texas summer, going through a hilly neighborhood.  I felt pretty wiped out by the end, but I never stopped to walk and I almost hit my goal.  My chip time (there is a computer chip you where on your shoe so they have your official time) was 30:16.  Considering I tiled for 2 days straight and was not feeling quite as good as usual, I was very proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janielle and I before the race... we're feeling good!  (it was her idea to do this whole "run" thing-- its been really good to set goals and accomplish them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdiegPmXtI/AAAAAAAAAxY/NRi9K6Cpsks/s1600-h/P1030918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361362157598826194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdiegPmXtI/AAAAAAAAAxY/NRi9K6Cpsks/s320/P1030918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the time says 30:40, but you have to account for the time when the gun went off and I actually got to cross the starting line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdiePpTvmI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/OPWvZbWuY08/s1600-h/P1030923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361362153143254626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdiePpTvmI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/OPWvZbWuY08/s320/P1030923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As soon as I finished I sat down on the curb to catch my breath and to keep from falling over.  I was SO dizzy.  No one could find me for a while.  Then my mom helped me up.  Spencer was whining (someone usually is).  So I found him a drink and carried him around for a while.  Then I put him down and he grabbed my legs to hug them, and he slowly slid all the way down to my ankles from all the sweat.  Then he kept doing it because it felt wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdidtQJTEI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Na4d0cl7KUU/s1600-h/P1030924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361362143910906946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdidtQJTEI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Na4d0cl7KUU/s320/P1030924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I guess now I'm officially a "Runner", but my ankle with screws and a titanium plate is acting up some.  I'd love to do this again and keep training. &lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-7648421964089064196?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/7648421964089064196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=7648421964089064196' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7648421964089064196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7648421964089064196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/07/lazy-days-of-summer-not-here.html' title='lazy days of summer?  not here!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SmdiezAzvBI/AAAAAAAAAxg/eZBwixH6oTA/s72-c/P1030909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-8133683815965711273</id><published>2009-07-06T11:37:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:31:42.207-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Our 4th of July FUN!</title><content type='html'>Edward invited Karena and Tomas to spend the weekend with us. And since it was a holiday and family was coming to stay, we obviously had to have a festive treat... Patriotic Cookies!&lt;br /&gt;Rory and Spencer had fun decorating them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355389536425484514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIqaMh8IOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/9144OTqGM6E/s400/P1030839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355389544806715410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIqarwLkBI/AAAAAAAAAvk/kNexvD5yh6g/s400/P1030842.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Early morning parade time! The weather was beautiful for a change. A nice cool breeze made for a perfect morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355389548002963570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIqa3qOcHI/AAAAAAAAAvs/efUVpLUXKfg/s400/P1030854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory and (Auntie) Karena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIr8i9pNwI/AAAAAAAAAwk/7OKaiMFMMzY/s1600-h/P1030853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355391226074445570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIr8i9pNwI/AAAAAAAAAwk/7OKaiMFMMzY/s400/P1030853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great float... the 10 Commandments with the Liberty Bell. We are not a liberal town.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355389552611633986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIqbI1BK0I/AAAAAAAAAv0/6h_ne2Egasg/s400/P1030857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next up... the Schertz Jubilee. We'd never been to Schertz, but we saw a billboard advertising this carnival and figured we'd go. It was free admission and the big thing that drew us in was the BBQ Cookoff. $3 got you a plate and a judging paper to rate the ribs. YUM! Needless to say, I was not on my diet for the 4th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small petting zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIr8eElxQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/DlDAK0k1-Tk/s1600-h/P1030894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355391224761402626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIr8eElxQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/DlDAK0k1-Tk/s400/P1030894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer enjoying some ribs. He ripped the bone apart and was trying to eat grissle and marrow. (Sounds like his daddy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIr8Ac5-II/AAAAAAAAAwU/HBkEkB2ZMNQ/s1600-h/P1030885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355391216810326146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIr8Ac5-II/AAAAAAAAAwU/HBkEkB2ZMNQ/s400/P1030885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was a covered area with an open slab, then picnic tables set up around the perimeter. This was essentially the "food court." Well, music was playing and there was an audience, so naturally Rory goes to the center and does her thing... I'm not sure what her "thing" was, but she had people laughing and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIr7h7nxvI/AAAAAAAAAwM/GILHzjwY3H0/s1600-h/P1030883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355391208617658098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIr7h7nxvI/AAAAAAAAAwM/GILHzjwY3H0/s400/P1030883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Rides! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Rory did this really fast, dizzying tilt a whirl thing. She wanted what looked like the fastest ride that she was actually tall enough to ride. And since we're too cheap to buy more tickets, we send her by herself to ride it. The first few times around she made a concerned, almost nauseating (sp), but once she got the hang of it she was smiling and waving. I'm glad she's so courageous and adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIr7Llx5NI/AAAAAAAAAwE/1kMfioqc6zU/s1600-h/P1030872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355391202620466386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIr7Llx5NI/AAAAAAAAAwE/1kMfioqc6zU/s400/P1030872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer rode a little alligator roller coaster. He loved it too, but was concerned about it ending because it went around about 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIqbhhuJCI/AAAAAAAAAv8/gYui1h0fq0w/s1600-h/P1030866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355389559241581602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIqbhhuJCI/AAAAAAAAAv8/gYui1h0fq0w/s400/P1030866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met at New Braunfels High School to watch the fireworks from the parking lot. We cooked out burgers and dogs and s'mores. The Jensens and Zollingers joined us. It was a nice ending to a long, fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355394270006095874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIutufgMAI/AAAAAAAAAws/mgeE3WBmNIU/s400/P1030901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna, Spencer, Cavell, Rory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355394281354247522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIuuYxHPWI/AAAAAAAAAw8/wbzbGLiKEV4/s400/P1030906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-8133683815965711273?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/8133683815965711273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=8133683815965711273' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8133683815965711273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8133683815965711273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-4th-of-july-fun.html' title='Our 4th of July FUN!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SlIqaMh8IOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/9144OTqGM6E/s72-c/P1030839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-5093266173055198393</id><published>2009-06-26T08:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:03:31.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rory'/><title type='text'>do you think rory's strange?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes Rory will lay out her clothes for the next day.  This is what I walked in and found last night...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SkTUcKdzD3I/AAAAAAAAAvU/-6w7vUEl6_A/s1600-h/P1030838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351635837533753202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SkTUcKdzD3I/AAAAAAAAAvU/-6w7vUEl6_A/s400/P1030838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SkTUbxYi-0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/AbHyKIhdkiA/s1600-h/P1030836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351635830800841538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SkTUbxYi-0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/AbHyKIhdkiA/s400/P1030836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She made an entire person out of clothes, accessories, and toys. (Potato head eyes, pirate coin arms, ribbon hair, bracelet earrings, gloves for hands.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very silly, kind of strange, definitely accurate and creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-5093266173055198393?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/5093266173055198393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=5093266173055198393' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5093266173055198393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5093266173055198393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-think-rorys-strange.html' title='do you think rory&apos;s strange?'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SkTUcKdzD3I/AAAAAAAAAvU/-6w7vUEl6_A/s72-c/P1030838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-53698708909464458</id><published>2009-06-21T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:20:47.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sj7Z1DwBYSI/AAAAAAAAAu8/hnUQuL6OL8s/s1600-h/wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349952912925745442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sj7Z1DwBYSI/AAAAAAAAAu8/hnUQuL6OL8s/s400/wicked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broadway Across America comes to San Antonio's Majectic Theatre!  You have to see Wicked.  I want the music to it.  Edward bought tickets a couple months ago and last night was the big night.  We had to scrounge for a sitter because everyone is out of town on vacation, but everything worked out great.  We had dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.tongsthai.com/"&gt;Tong's Thai&lt;/a&gt; in San Antonio-  so yummy!  I like curry, but curry with coconut milk, chicken and noodles totally warmed my soul.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the show was awesome!  I feel so cultured now.  The Lion King comes in December.  Let me know if you want to get a group together and reserve tickets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-53698708909464458?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/53698708909464458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=53698708909464458' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/53698708909464458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/53698708909464458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/06/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sj7Z1DwBYSI/AAAAAAAAAu8/hnUQuL6OL8s/s72-c/wicked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-8177215347646006618</id><published>2009-06-19T20:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:24:59.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>SA Missions Baseball Game</title><content type='html'>Monday night was "Mormon Night" at HEB Field in San Antonio.  It was fun sitting with other church members and watching missionaries sing the national anthem.  Also, former Houston Astros major leaguer, Jeff Kent (LDS), threw out the first pitch.  It was a good night, but as far as I know San Antonio lost.&lt;br /&gt;Spencer all decked out.  He walked in the gates with his daddy's huge glove and the ticket man gave him a Nolan Ryan signed baseball for being so darn cute.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349210834244233186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sjw26ZPMZ-I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Gn5CVTbBWlc/s320/P1030810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jumping on the hill.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sjw26yEhINI/AAAAAAAAAus/pnGMq49gSH8/s1600-h/P1030814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349210840910340306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sjw26yEhINI/AAAAAAAAAus/pnGMq49gSH8/s320/P1030814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More jumping on the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sjw27VPJl-I/AAAAAAAAAu0/bX7m_jKPb_k/s1600-h/P1030818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349210850350176226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sjw27VPJl-I/AAAAAAAAAu0/bX7m_jKPb_k/s320/P1030818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sjw26gRfuXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/PFapEKz5QBA/s1600-h/P1030813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349210836132936050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sjw26gRfuXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/PFapEKz5QBA/s320/P1030813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-8177215347646006618?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/8177215347646006618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=8177215347646006618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8177215347646006618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8177215347646006618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/06/sa-missions-baseball-game.html' title='SA Missions Baseball Game'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sjw26ZPMZ-I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Gn5CVTbBWlc/s72-c/P1030810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-8580535577648434912</id><published>2009-06-14T18:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:09:19.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spencer'/><title type='text'>Birthday Boy #2!  - SPENCER</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had a breakfast/pajama birthday party for Spencer's 3rd Birthday! French toast, bacon, egg and sausage burritos. Then brownies for dessert.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjWI6gGv49I/AAAAAAAAAtk/Ov1vy2r82So/s1600-h/P1030781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347330671204361170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjWI6gGv49I/AAAAAAAAAtk/Ov1vy2r82So/s400/P1030781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toys... transformers from Grandma, Imaginext- battle dinosaur and batman disc launcher, 2 magnetic fishing games, sidewalk chalk, a robotic arm, a crocodile book, and this Bumblebee Transformer Mighty Mugg. He had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjWI6ah7JwI/AAAAAAAAAtc/wlaKTxUNqac/s1600-h/P1030804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347330669707732738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjWI6ah7JwI/AAAAAAAAAtc/wlaKTxUNqac/s400/P1030804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347336679035703922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjWOYNBXEnI/AAAAAAAAAuM/T1MGost7MRs/s320/dino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347336672627679394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjWOX1JkYKI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Zxfo3LwB-RE/s320/arm.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347339390195912930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjWQ2A4U0OI/AAAAAAAAAuU/dUmrHslyhfQ/s320/pTRU1-5903743reg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347336673593190466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjWOX4vw6EI/AAAAAAAAAuE/61cb6ra6B-o/s320/batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjWI7JEw-4I/AAAAAAAAAt0/AbjhUvetEKg/s1600-h/P1030784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347330682201897858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjWI7JEw-4I/AAAAAAAAAt0/AbjhUvetEKg/s400/P1030784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing he got 2 sets of the fishing game, everyone wanted to play with those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjWI6izN-pI/AAAAAAAAAts/1scwLtgQuhw/s1600-h/P1030800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347330671927753362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjWI6izN-pI/AAAAAAAAAts/1scwLtgQuhw/s400/P1030800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming Dexter, Mckenzie, Skyler, Gage, Jack, Rachel, Stetson, Alexis, Cavell, Alayna, Carter and Courtney and all parents! We had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-8580535577648434912?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/8580535577648434912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=8580535577648434912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8580535577648434912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8580535577648434912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-boy-2-spencer.html' title='Birthday Boy #2!  - SPENCER'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjWI6gGv49I/AAAAAAAAAtk/Ov1vy2r82So/s72-c/P1030781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-5598507618044301413</id><published>2009-06-12T12:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:05:49.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Family Trip to Ft. Walton Beach, FL</title><content type='html'>From Edward's parents' house in Katy, we drove to Ft. Walton Beach, FL--- 10:30pm- 8:30 am.  Luckily I snatched some trail mix from the grandparents so I could munch on them and stay awake in the middle of the night.  I think I slept about 2 1/2 hrs. that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346493990905291698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKP9TGro7I/AAAAAAAAArk/-xq9a3nICH8/s400/P1030721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Since we got there so early, we had plenty of time to kill before we could check into our hotel.  The Gulfarium (yes, its an aquarium) opened at 9:00, so we stepped out onto the beach while waiting for it to open.  I couldn't believe the white, soft, cool, powdery sand and the clear blue water.  It was so clean, no trash, no seaweed, the kids couldn't even find shells to collect.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346492325634882210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKOcXfRuqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/NF1a85MP5rI/s400/P1030659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gulfarium... they had dolphin shows, sea lion shows, penguins, an 8 foot alligator, and other water creatures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346492322975346338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKOcNlMbqI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WjjcwRDJnIA/s400/P1030660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Edward's "BIG" moment... get it??  He did not change size or age the next morning, but his fortune was good... fortune, luck and prosperity! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346492330440188738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKOcpY840I/AAAAAAAAAq8/vRmIlqhJiIU/s400/P1030673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proof that sea lions and dolphins can get along... kiss kiss*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346493981080179058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKP8ugMUXI/AAAAAAAAArU/DiMXLG1dlsM/s400/P1030695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The trainer said we could stand by the edge if we wanted to get splashed by their largest dolphin.  Obviously the kids were up for that.  Too bad I let out a little yell and got a mouthfull of saltwater.   Spencer wouldn't stop sucking on his shirt after that.  He said, "Yummy, salt!".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346492332039994226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKOcvWX-3I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Mo6CIku9X7Y/s400/P1030694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Family shot.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346493987358047218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKP9F48-_I/AAAAAAAAArc/vybx7Sk_SCY/s400/P1030699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Way to go Delilah.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346493973616394242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKP8SssAAI/AAAAAAAAArM/_lxOBExf47g/s400/P1030678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent one day in Panama City at St. Andrew's State Park.  We mostly played at the beach where I caught this...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKsA6DkLVI/AAAAAAAAAss/vNulp3WrpBI/s1600-h/P1030765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346524827216835874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKsANUQ9SI/AAAAAAAAAsc/BqjbzAJpRdE/s400/P1030756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edward had taken Spencer out into the water and came back rubbing his leg.  I knew the look, he had gotten stung by a jellyfish.  Now, before our trip Rory kept saying she wouldn't get in the water because she didn't want to get stung and Edward kept telling her there weren't any and that she wouldn't get stung.  But all I would say is, "you'll be fine."  She never got stung, but there were a lot out there.  By the end of the day I went ahead and caught one to show her and Spencer.  Then we buried it about a foot down in the sand.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346502362244316706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKXkkxb_iI/AAAAAAAAAsM/OHiFwGH3Hzo/s400/P1030745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346502367118617890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKXk27j7SI/AAAAAAAAAsU/sQMUSu2kDdc/s400/P1030747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next attraction at the Park... Gator Beach.  Yes, Gators!!  You walk out on a pier, look straight down, and see this about 5 feet away---&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346524828581460274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKsASZneTI/AAAAAAAAAsk/70wKZHq-TrY/s400/P1030764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That was cool, but not that frightening.  Then we noticed a sandy, woodsy trail.  People came back saying there were alligators on the bank and to hold onto our kids.  Off we go... we made it to the end of the trail to see this guy (or girl).  There were no fences or barriers, just us and the gator and about 10 feet between us.  He did move closer to the bank, but did not attack.  Spencer freaked out because we wouldn't let go of him.  He thought he'd be just fine running around a loose gator.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346524839226387794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKsA6DkLVI/AAAAAAAAAss/vNulp3WrpBI/s400/P1030765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch in Panama City at The Treasure Ship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346493996900884002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKP9pcJHiI/AAAAAAAAArs/Vsh4WC-ZI88/s400/P1030727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKXkVaV1LI/AAAAAAAAAsE/6GasHqigzYU/s1600-h/P1030740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346502358120912050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKXkVaV1LI/AAAAAAAAAsE/6GasHqigzYU/s400/P1030740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We sat outside right next to a pier where the charter boats dock.  This was the sight.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346502342311289810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKXjahCI9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/FqMzijRj4s4/s400/P1030731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rory and I even got to touch this shark they caught.  Very cool!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346502354525959154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKXkIBPM_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/Q9Q2t6-z5m4/s400/P1030734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another restaurant- Fudpuckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346527319974447586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKuRTj_ieI/AAAAAAAAAtU/h4v0343jXSc/s400/P1030702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, more gators!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346527316575566706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKuRG5ou3I/AAAAAAAAAtM/kT-xffoa7TE/s400/P1030701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This restaurant has over 80 live gators.  You can buy food for them and they even bring one out for you to pet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346527297684182882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKuQAhlF2I/AAAAAAAAAs0/IdnfnuYpmxg/s400/P1030706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346527307434865042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKuQk2UsZI/AAAAAAAAAs8/w5S4Qm9GI1I/s400/P1030708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you get to eat some fried gator!  We first told the kids to "eat some chicken".  Rory didn't want any and Spencer was all over it.  Then we told them it was gator.  &lt;div&gt;Good boy Spencer, now he's had gator and oysters!  He's adventurous with food, love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346527313986514402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKuQ9QW7eI/AAAAAAAAAtE/jXZjOFUfybI/s400/P1030709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-5598507618044301413?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/5598507618044301413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=5598507618044301413' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5598507618044301413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5598507618044301413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-trip-to-ft-walton-beach-fl.html' title='Family Trip to Ft. Walton Beach, FL'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjKP9TGro7I/AAAAAAAAArk/-xq9a3nICH8/s72-c/P1030721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-2153674883567320326</id><published>2009-06-10T14:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:30:54.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy #1!</title><content type='html'>Edward's 28th birthday was Monday and we celebrated while on our vacation in Florida. On the way there Friday night we stopped to visit his family in Katy, had dinner, cake and presents (for both he and Spencer- whose birthday is the 13th), then drove all night and arrived at our destination, Fort Walton Beach, FL 8:00am Saturday morning.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345779725929087202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjAGVmt9AOI/AAAAAAAAAp0/CGZcRkArAkk/s400/P1030652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got more to post about our trip, but this post is how we spent our Monday. First we gave Edward his birthday presents, then we played at the beach for a while... white sand and crystal clear water. We picked up lunch then rested at the hotel for a bit. Then we went to see "Up" in Destin.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345781297846770498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjAHxGkVW0I/AAAAAAAAAqU/cuSDbH7GzKU/s400/P1030768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the movie we went to dinner at "The Donut Hole". Edward kind of has a hobby of searching for yummy, interesting places to eat. For an appetizer we had donuts, for dinner he and the kids had breakfast including eggs, steak, grits, home-fried hash browns, toast and bacon. I got the club sandwhich. It was all delicious. But what's a birthday without cake?- not a birthday... so we ordered a slice of cake that had vanilla cake and icing and chocolate cake and icing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345779736568115346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjAGWOWfsJI/AAAAAAAAAp8/HZytRD80Jqo/s400/P1030769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjAHxgJQQeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Z_J51a86knM/s1600-h/P1030772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345781304712511970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjAHxgJQQeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Z_J51a86knM/s400/P1030772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjAGW4Uy2QI/AAAAAAAAAqM/1NJ1Zg4KYV4/s1600-h/P1030774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345779747835271426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjAGW4Uy2QI/AAAAAAAAAqM/1NJ1Zg4KYV4/s400/P1030774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjAGWciXQ2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/CR79PCepbjk/s1600-h/P1030776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345779740375991138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjAGWciXQ2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/CR79PCepbjk/s400/P1030776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday!! We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-2153674883567320326?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/2153674883567320326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=2153674883567320326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2153674883567320326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2153674883567320326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-boy-1.html' title='Birthday Boy #1!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SjAGVmt9AOI/AAAAAAAAAp0/CGZcRkArAkk/s72-c/P1030652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-3796885985375534344</id><published>2009-05-29T14:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:56:23.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>school ends, summer begins!</title><content type='html'>For the last day of school, us room moms planned an outdoor/water party! We had the kids wear swimsuits under their clothes and bring towels for the shin-dig! We had a small pool with rubber ducks and plastic bugs for them to catch in nets, buckets of water with water guns, water balloons and a target, and squirt bottles to chase each other with. It was great! Last year we played fun games, but they didn't involve water so it was way too hot. This party was perfect. We even had 2 snow cone machines. Yummy and refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're lined up and ready to run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341331841945484562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SiA5ArqkvRI/AAAAAAAAApM/XgV4gfn_vy8/s400/P1030614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory and Tyler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341331821708413666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SiA4_gRriuI/AAAAAAAAAo0/_dhnnP1xzUU/s400/P1030621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of Spencer's very favorite people... the school secretary, Ms. Laurie. Every day Spencer would be upset to leave Rory at school. So, I started taking him to the office to say "Hi" to people. They became instant friends. He'd bust through the door, run to her, jump and hug her so tight. She loved it. And then he would dig through the bottom drawer of her desk and find the candy that caught his eye each day. She also taught him "see ya later alligator" and "after while crocodile", and even taught him to give Mr. Dierks, the principal, noogies! So fun and laid back. We're all really going to miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SiA6tresoDI/AAAAAAAAApc/5cerBl8Z0Ss/s1600-h/P1030627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341333714501410866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SiA6tresoDI/AAAAAAAAApc/5cerBl8Z0Ss/s400/P1030627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs. Marta, Rory, and Mrs. Haeck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SiA6t0sFd9I/AAAAAAAAApk/ffmTVgycJvY/s1600-h/P1030638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341333716973483986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SiA6t0sFd9I/AAAAAAAAApk/ffmTVgycJvY/s400/P1030638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drenching the principal. He's used to it... he's usually the one in the dunking booth at the fall carnival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SiA5AVuUWLI/AAAAAAAAApE/S92lrei6Kjw/s1600-h/P1030631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341331836055607474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SiA5AVuUWLI/AAAAAAAAApE/S92lrei6Kjw/s400/P1030631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class... wrapped in beach towels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SiA5BEEwTTI/AAAAAAAAApU/ObNwp1tprcw/s1600-h/P1030637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341331848497745202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SiA5BEEwTTI/AAAAAAAAApU/ObNwp1tprcw/s400/P1030637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory and Spencer enjoying their snow cones (mostly just sucking up the syrup). He really thought he was part of the class. Maybe I'll send him when he's 4. He already knows what its all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SiA5ALkEJOI/AAAAAAAAAo8/epQ7l8Eks6w/s1600-h/P1030626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341331833328248034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SiA5ALkEJOI/AAAAAAAAAo8/epQ7l8Eks6w/s400/P1030626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-3796885985375534344?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/3796885985375534344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=3796885985375534344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3796885985375534344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3796885985375534344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-ends-summer-begins.html' title='school ends, summer begins!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SiA5ArqkvRI/AAAAAAAAApM/XgV4gfn_vy8/s72-c/P1030614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-9031848187246591022</id><published>2009-05-25T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:03:07.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Kate plus 8?</title><content type='html'>Edward hates this show... but I'm hooked.   Rory likes watching it with me! &lt;br /&gt;We've all seen the tabloids and heard the rumors.  But I'm really sad now because on the season premiere tonight they focused a lot on their issues and lack of future plans as a family.  Both parents say they're totally committed to the kids, but no mention of each other.  This kind of thing happens every day, but to see people in the middle of such heartache and confusion, but still try to keep things functioning normally is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they can work it out... but most of all, hopefully the kids can grow up happy and loved!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ShtbH_SLJ7I/AAAAAAAAAos/SUj2BlwppR0/s1600-h/6a00d8341bf67c53ef01157099e422970b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339961975982729138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ShtbH_SLJ7I/AAAAAAAAAos/SUj2BlwppR0/s320/6a00d8341bf67c53ef01157099e422970b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-9031848187246591022?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/9031848187246591022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=9031848187246591022' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/9031848187246591022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/9031848187246591022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/05/kate-plus-8.html' title='Kate plus 8?'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ShtbH_SLJ7I/AAAAAAAAAos/SUj2BlwppR0/s72-c/6a00d8341bf67c53ef01157099e422970b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-7780873465853267508</id><published>2009-05-22T14:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:21:04.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spencer'/><title type='text'>Big Boy Room!</title><content type='html'>So, I've been out of baby mode for a while, but Spencer wasn't quite done yet. So I moved things along by buying him underwear and completely changing his room around. I sold my crib and matching dresser to a friend who just had a baby and donated tons of baby gear to Goodwill- (Rory calls it "good wheels"). Spencer's room was a bright baby yellow which was starting to burn my retinas. I saw this color combo on the HGTV website and decided to copy it. Our house is only about 5 years old, and is in a cookie-cutter neighborhood, therefore, the character is lacking. So I borrowed a friends tools and got a quick tutorial on installing a chair rail and within that afternoon, it was finished. The room has been done for several weeks, but the actual headboard, frame and footboard have been on order forever and just came in Tuesday. So, here is the finished product... a big boy, sports themed room. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Shb5MD__5OI/AAAAAAAAAoU/p7W8WYYacXA/s1600-h/P1030578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338728393921783010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Shb5MD__5OI/AAAAAAAAAoU/p7W8WYYacXA/s400/P1030578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Shb5MlGpx3I/AAAAAAAAAok/h9nqNqntCBQ/s1600-h/P1030579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338728402808063858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Shb5MlGpx3I/AAAAAAAAAok/h9nqNqntCBQ/s400/P1030579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Shb5MWJ1riI/AAAAAAAAAoc/gqbPSrpvKXQ/s1600-h/P1030584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338728398794894882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Shb5MWJ1riI/AAAAAAAAAoc/gqbPSrpvKXQ/s400/P1030584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the BYU clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Shb5L9fBvGI/AAAAAAAAAoM/SlKywvYBJ-k/s1600-h/P1030577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338728392172878946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Shb5L9fBvGI/AAAAAAAAAoM/SlKywvYBJ-k/s400/P1030577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-7780873465853267508?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/7780873465853267508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=7780873465853267508' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7780873465853267508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7780873465853267508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-boy-room.html' title='Big Boy Room!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Shb5MD__5OI/AAAAAAAAAoU/p7W8WYYacXA/s72-c/P1030578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-599501988723431726</id><published>2009-05-21T15:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:17:25.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rory and spencer'/><title type='text'>proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was eating lunch today and Rory came up to me with a kids book to hold and said, "tell him to kiss the bride." So I went through the typical marriage vows for them. Rory even used my bouquet from my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was very cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338373568320566594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ShW2efoU9UI/AAAAAAAAAn8/tQTEDEKUMX4/s400/P1030586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"You may kiss the bride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338373569213023954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ShW2ei9GxtI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZuUJAtWmQtQ/s400/P1030587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They even proceeded to dance their first dance as a "couple".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-599501988723431726?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/599501988723431726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=599501988723431726' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/599501988723431726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/599501988723431726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/05/proposal.html' title='proposal'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ShW2efoU9UI/AAAAAAAAAn8/tQTEDEKUMX4/s72-c/P1030586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-7989535344194508224</id><published>2009-05-18T16:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:11:02.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>you reap what you sow</title><content type='html'>The kids and I planted a garden a few weeks ago. One morning I was gone and Edward was working in the yard while the kids were playing outside too. When I got home he said, "You're going to be really mad." The kids had dug up most of the seeds we had planted and they were just laying on top of the dirt. Some of them had even already broken through their outer shell to sprout. So I did the best I could to replant some of them. Well, things have started growing pretty tall. And today we were able to harvest our first veggie!! Here's our zucchini squash! The kids think its really neat that we can pick food from the yard, take it inside, and prepare it for dinner! I want to do a large garden box next year... and definitely keep a closer eye on those kiddos!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ShHOZgXoE2I/AAAAAAAAAnM/nILHOew4wOg/s1600-h/P1030572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337273970991829858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ShHOZgXoE2I/AAAAAAAAAnM/nILHOew4wOg/s400/P1030572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ShHOZ4szVII/AAAAAAAAAnU/ZJuazQGOXY0/s1600-h/P1030573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337273977523098754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ShHOZ4szVII/AAAAAAAAAnU/ZJuazQGOXY0/s400/P1030573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rory got to pick it!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ShHQL3K0QwI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Bw7pHUXp3rM/s1600-h/P1030575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337275935617204994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ShHQL3K0QwI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Bw7pHUXp3rM/s400/P1030575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-7989535344194508224?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/7989535344194508224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=7989535344194508224' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7989535344194508224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7989535344194508224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-reap-what-you-sow.html' title='you reap what you sow'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ShHOZgXoE2I/AAAAAAAAAnM/nILHOew4wOg/s72-c/P1030572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-2236078030051040718</id><published>2009-05-14T14:49:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:12:00.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spencer'/><title type='text'>our next speaker is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sgx6Cl7nyDI/AAAAAAAAAm8/vY0ino0ykWQ/s1600-h/podium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335773843487705138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sgx6Cl7nyDI/AAAAAAAAAm8/vY0ino0ykWQ/s400/podium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sgx5smf9ezI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1A0nAAXNnRQ/s1600-h/101_PANA-P1010976_P1010976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335773465683000114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sgx5smf9ezI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1A0nAAXNnRQ/s400/101_PANA-P1010976_P1010976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; (this picture is almost a year old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was at the church training the new Relief Society President and Secretary on the computer and my 2 kids and Sherry's little boy, Camron- age 3 were supposed to be playing with toys in the nursery and eating their snacks. I can hear them running around. So I'm starting to get a little concerned. Then I hear stomping and Spencer talking really loud. Now, I used to play in the chapel when my mom worked at the church during the week as a custodian. I know how fun microphones can be.&lt;br /&gt;So I come in very seriously and say, "This is the Chapel. This is not a place to play and be loud." Then Spencer turns to me and says, "I give a talk on Holy Ghost." &lt;/p&gt;Very cute, very silly. I didn't even know he had ever really heard us talk about the Holy Ghost. Maybe he actually heard it in nursery.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Fun moment of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-2236078030051040718?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/2236078030051040718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=2236078030051040718' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2236078030051040718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2236078030051040718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-next-speaker-is.html' title='our next speaker is...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sgx6Cl7nyDI/AAAAAAAAAm8/vY0ino0ykWQ/s72-c/podium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-839551721617456434</id><published>2009-05-08T13:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:02:11.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><title type='text'>OOPS!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so when my kids aren't around I'm more immature than usual. On our Anniversary riverboat tour of Austin we had some good laughs. We were waiting to "set sail" and this older lady and her 40-something son got on the small boat with us. He gets on and says to his mom, "Are you sure you don't need to go to the bathroom?" "No", she says. So he gets directions to a restroom for himself 2 blocks away. After a few minutes his mom says, "Is there a bathroom on this boat?" Ok... it is a platform 24 ft x 8 ft with plastic chairs set up to sit on. "No, there's no bathroom. So the captain tells her to go either to the same bathroom her son went to, or the Hyatt that is just as close. She gets off the boat (looking very confused) and heads left toward the Hyatt. Her son returns... to empty seats. He asks the captain which way his mom went and she didn't know, but that she went to the bathroom. He says, "I asked her 6 times before we got on if she had to go and she kept saying 'no'." Edward and I are positive that this lady is going to get left behind and were contemplating if her son would get off and look for her, or just go along for the ride alone.&lt;br /&gt;.........moments later she returned. Good for them, but not so funny. However, when she got on and walked to the front to join her son in the plastic chairs, this is what we saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333528106256867762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgR_je0AobI/AAAAAAAAAmk/HRk7g7__kn4/s400/P1030535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious? Yes... Mean spirited... Maybe. Worth the picture? Absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;The lady behind us also was giggling a ton.&lt;br /&gt;Edward thought I shouldn't dare take a picture. But once he saw it he couldn't hold in the laughter either. It was the best laugh I've had in a while. Yes, we're childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lady.... but I'm sure you'll never be affected by this (fingers crossed!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-839551721617456434?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/839551721617456434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=839551721617456434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/839551721617456434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/839551721617456434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/05/oops.html' title='OOPS!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgR_je0AobI/AAAAAAAAAmk/HRk7g7__kn4/s72-c/P1030535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-6731699622787547408</id><published>2009-05-06T14:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:54:44.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary in Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our 8th Anniversary- May 5, 2009 (Cinco de Mayo)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First stop... lunch. A delicious authentic Italian restaurant. Fabulous food, but we ordered WAY too much. We threw out half of it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332790515351567746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHguCkaPYI/AAAAAAAAAkc/GfShe88kyr8/s400/P1030477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stop... a vintage boutique next door. I forgot to put on earrings, and like my mom, I feel naked without them. So I bought this "iced out" pair for 3 bucks. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332790524706334610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHgulawp5I/AAAAAAAAAkk/W3QRRf9pNPo/s400/P1030481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Stop #3... Botanical Gardens. There weren't a whole lot of flowers. But the weather was beautiful and the location was spectacular. We walked off quite a bit of calories from lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the tree... spider webs got on my face.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHgvXo2yGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/91e5j6dy3EA/s1600-h/P1030498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332790538187229282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHgvXo2yGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/91e5j6dy3EA/s400/P1030498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHgvLpMYmI/AAAAAAAAAk0/gs2K0frpiyk/s1600-h/P1030496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332790534967419490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHgvLpMYmI/AAAAAAAAAk0/gs2K0frpiyk/s400/P1030496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHguy_p-zI/AAAAAAAAAks/ucP5HwGWnjI/s1600-h/P1030485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332790528350747442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHguy_p-zI/AAAAAAAAAks/ucP5HwGWnjI/s400/P1030485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up... Peter Pan Mini Golf. I won by 1 stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332794214280551474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHkFWJzXDI/AAAAAAAAAlE/cKxUXfD7rf4/s400/P1030504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyde Park Inn- My first Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast experience. Beautiful, relaxing, awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332794217642703874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHkFirZvAI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JfiHYFNzxYE/s400/P1030529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332794236305938722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHkGoNEGSI/AAAAAAAAAlk/yS2Hs7TNBIs/s400/P1030523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap around porch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332794224147331794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHkF66OetI/AAAAAAAAAlU/k0aHp6ZI5wM/s400/P1030505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room, Bellevue #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332794227939112066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHkGJCQdII/AAAAAAAAAlc/frrr7CPEOEg/s400/P1030515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332797346476845154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHm7qfl6GI/AAAAAAAAAl8/p4d7QPU6w_A/s400/P1030519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance to Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332797341868365874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHm7ZU2GDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/wy45aF_u83A/s400/P1030527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pool &amp;amp; Hot Tub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332797330955697922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHm6wrD_wI/AAAAAAAAAls/iIzGLDw5xWA/s400/P1030526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Riverboat Tour on Lady Bird Lake...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332797349003333410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHm7z59DyI/AAAAAAAAAmE/2yDm9BeOqiA/s400/P1030541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This tour on the lake ended with seeing the largest urban bat colony. They are Mexican Free-tail bats. Right now there are about 750,000, by mid-august there will be about 1.5 million. They live under one bridge and all come out to feed at about 8:20pm. They return around 1:00am and have eaten 1/3 of their body weight through the night. (her name is Frida) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332797355150229682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHm8KzfQLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ouzi2mQ1vlY/s400/P1030545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332799826471925666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHpMBMft6I/AAAAAAAAAmU/2b2CNQS4Fqw/s400/P1030552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Day 2... a dip in the pool, yummy homemade breakfast of fruit, yogurt, breakfast tacos, and scones, UT fine arts museum, BBQ lunch at Green Mesquite, a movie (17 again, silly but really fun), and then we ended our trip with dessert at "Pie Slice" so yummy, death by chocolate cake and black bottom banana pie. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332799830512498210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHpMQP19iI/AAAAAAAAAmc/4CB9vr-KAeI/s400/P1030568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now its time to buckle down and stick to my diet and exercise. It will take days to make up for this trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to Ericka Brown and Devin Dunivan for making this trip possible. Hope the kids were good for you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Edward for planning it all!! It was amazing. How can you top this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-6731699622787547408?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/6731699622787547408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=6731699622787547408' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6731699622787547408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6731699622787547408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/05/anniversary-in-austin.html' title='Anniversary in Austin'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SgHguCkaPYI/AAAAAAAAAkc/GfShe88kyr8/s72-c/P1030477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-7591671871088650799</id><published>2009-05-03T22:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:13:21.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kids'/><title type='text'>Spencer's soccer, Rory's ballet</title><content type='html'>I got some great shots of Spencer playing soccer in the backyard the other day. I even got one blown up and framed on his wall. He's getting to be such a big boy. He'll be 3 next month!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331801777140330882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sf5dd5s-8YI/AAAAAAAAAjs/klvlCZ-9Vxo/s400/P1030421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love this one... it looks like he's on a trading card or a professional sports poster. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sf5deN7wSaI/AAAAAAAAAj0/AyHHNKI8eaQ/s1600-h/P1030437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331801782570994082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sf5deN7wSaI/AAAAAAAAAj0/AyHHNKI8eaQ/s400/P1030437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sf5ddtnsJBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2Ty_rPxjQXE/s1600-h/P1030427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331801773896901650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sf5ddtnsJBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2Ty_rPxjQXE/s400/P1030427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now on to Rory! Here's one of her dance instructors, Chow, applying make-up before her performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sf5debSxgYI/AAAAAAAAAj8/TNUl5H_AFU4/s1600-h/P1030460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331801786157203842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sf5debSxgYI/AAAAAAAAAj8/TNUl5H_AFU4/s400/P1030460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lighting wasn't great for pictures, plus I was video-taping during this. But there she is on stage. She did great. She knew her moves and was brave and had a great smile. At one point the girls spin in a circle together, then have to go back to their spots. Well, one of the other girls was in Rory's spot and she kindly, but loudly reminder her, "Hey, you're in my spot." It was really funny. I hope you can hear it on the videocamera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331803840927709042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sf5fWB6PN3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/-wdO6VbevGE/s400/P1030465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Alexis, Rory's friend from our ward, and Rory after they got their special rose.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331803849302635682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sf5fWhG-dKI/AAAAAAAAAkU/LFd0oRd7_qw/s400/P1030473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331803845567373938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sf5fWTMa4nI/AAAAAAAAAkM/f67254AgEDk/s400/P1030474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-7591671871088650799?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/7591671871088650799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=7591671871088650799' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7591671871088650799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7591671871088650799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/05/speners-soccer-rorys-ballet.html' title='Spencer&apos;s soccer, Rory&apos;s ballet'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/Sf5dd5s-8YI/AAAAAAAAAjs/klvlCZ-9Vxo/s72-c/P1030421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-6793541715768367452</id><published>2009-04-25T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:57:28.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rory'/><title type='text'>what a doll...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SfPNAGfHO-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/OsJ4UtfZ9B4/s1600-h/DSC_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328828185734233058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SfPNAGfHO-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/OsJ4UtfZ9B4/s400/DSC_0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is one of many photos I plan to post soon. Just wanted to give you a preview. The photographers at Rory's ballet class did a great job. Its been a great experience and its all been super affordable.&lt;br /&gt;Her curtain call is May 2nd at 7:30. I'll be sure to post photos from that as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-6793541715768367452?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/6793541715768367452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=6793541715768367452' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6793541715768367452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6793541715768367452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-doll.html' title='what a doll...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SfPNAGfHO-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/OsJ4UtfZ9B4/s72-c/DSC_0183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-6484370898925562704</id><published>2009-04-24T17:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:15:09.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>the village people... I'm the biker</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328382859741281426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SfI3-t4ovJI/AAAAAAAAAjU/gg0pscR_MRU/s400/association.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday the kids and I signed up for a membership at our New Braunfels YMCA. We've had lots of fun this week swimming in the pool and me sending my 2 rugrats to Kidz Club. The trained and certified staff will watch your kids for up to 2 hours each day so you can work out at your convenience. Its been great, and I've been successful at working up a real sweat. Sometimes I meet my friend Janielle there, which makes it even better because we can chat &amp;amp; try to one-up each other on the weight machines (not really).&lt;br /&gt;I worked out for a while this morning... but I need to go back because I got really stressed/ticked off this afternoon and ate some cupcakes &amp;amp; ice cream. uuurrgghh.... dang lack of self control!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-6484370898925562704?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/6484370898925562704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=6484370898925562704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6484370898925562704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6484370898925562704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/04/village-people-im-biker.html' title='the village people... I&apos;m the biker'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SfI3-t4ovJI/AAAAAAAAAjU/gg0pscR_MRU/s72-c/association.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-3783689740863254613</id><published>2009-04-20T13:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:03:12.903-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Rory's Class Picture</title><content type='html'>Look at these cute 4-5 year olds! By their poses you can tell the photographer said, "Hold your arms by your side and smile BIG!"&lt;br /&gt;Edward's disappointed she's wearing highwaters... nothing fits around her that is long enough, she has no waist, but kind of long legs.&lt;br /&gt;(She's in the front row with the white shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SezEfZcZvjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/tDKyz86jdIA/s1600-h/rory"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326848502957456946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SezEfZcZvjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/tDKyz86jdIA/s400/rory%27s+class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-3783689740863254613?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/3783689740863254613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=3783689740863254613' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3783689740863254613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3783689740863254613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/04/rorys-class-picture.html' title='Rory&apos;s Class Picture'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SezEfZcZvjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/tDKyz86jdIA/s72-c/rory%27s+class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-8551927593928076863</id><published>2009-04-16T14:09:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:58:11.904-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Camping at Palmetto State Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went camping with the Crowther's last Thursday - Saturday. We had a blast. It was a very successful trip. Our last two were nightmares, so we were happy with our experience this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeDxr6lAdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/GOgl-ugHXAU/s1600-h/P1030349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325369974014149074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeDxr6lAdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/GOgl-ugHXAU/s320/P1030349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeLfmfBL4I/AAAAAAAAAio/ykO3YVsnnog/s1600-h/P1030329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325378459411754882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeLfmfBL4I/AAAAAAAAAio/ykO3YVsnnog/s320/P1030329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disaster #1... Flat tire from the moment we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeDx5Yyf_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/A23qA-0FqyU/s1600-h/P1030291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325369977630523378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeDx5Yyf_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/A23qA-0FqyU/s320/P1030291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you... This gentelman who works at the park came right over in his golf cart and helped us change the tire. He also found my camcorder and digital camera the next day when I left them on the playground while we went on a hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeDyE00c8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/CGVaRZ1gfoo/s1600-h/P1030299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325369980700881858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeDyE00c8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/CGVaRZ1gfoo/s320/P1030299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The geese were CRAZY! They were starving, apparently, because they would attack us for food. Edward got bit on his hand, Spencer got nipped too, and one stuck its beak right in my butt. Frightening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeDySB61bI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2D922xL7XEI/s1600-h/P1030312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325369984245487026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeDySB61bI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2D922xL7XEI/s320/P1030312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disasters # 2 &amp;amp; 3... Obviously Rory fell a few times and scraped up her legs. Her right leg had so many bruises... it was all purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeHArQ5X1I/AAAAAAAAAho/dphGvZ6Cghc/s1600-h/P1030314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325373530072244050" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeHArQ5X1I/AAAAAAAAAho/dphGvZ6Cghc/s320/P1030314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disaster #4... Spencer fell in the lake and Edward jumped in after him. A poisonous snake infested lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeHAzyAV4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/SHmOnHOoKkI/s1600-h/P1030317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325373532358596482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeHAzyAV4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/SHmOnHOoKkI/s320/P1030317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented paddle boats for the day... lots of fun... lots of pedaling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeHBZRswDI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0yBwXQ0-Lt8/s1600-h/P1030315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325373542423642162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeHBZRswDI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0yBwXQ0-Lt8/s320/P1030315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roasting marshmallows! So many s'mores!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeHBDlqHxI/AAAAAAAAAh4/58V37LO4NZM/s1600-h/P1030301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325373536601775890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeHBDlqHxI/AAAAAAAAAh4/58V37LO4NZM/s320/P1030301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rise &amp;amp; Shine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeJWaIomXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/49sQKmN5bw8/s1600-h/P1030306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325376102454565234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeJWaIomXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/49sQKmN5bw8/s320/P1030306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast burritos and cereal... yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeJWTM_QTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/KTZbKaaeCRM/s1600-h/P1030308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325376100593778994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeJWTM_QTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/KTZbKaaeCRM/s320/P1030308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How Big is this Tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeJW_USU2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/LgkCFbdUfFs/s1600-h/P1030325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325376112435549026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeJW_USU2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/LgkCFbdUfFs/s320/P1030325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun with the Crowther kids... Cameron, Carter, Kascy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeLfdO3vQI/AAAAAAAAAig/FHsXEepr-3I/s1600-h/P1030347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325378456928107778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeLfdO3vQI/AAAAAAAAAig/FHsXEepr-3I/s320/P1030347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeLgHpfXKI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zR2z8S6tBuw/s1600-h/P1030346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325378468314045602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeLgHpfXKI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zR2z8S6tBuw/s320/P1030346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing more fun than rocks on a slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeLf1znMnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5IUvJ7ACM7A/s1600-h/P1030332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325378463524663922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeLf1znMnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5IUvJ7ACM7A/s320/P1030332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was just too cute not to post. He's using a rolled up newspaper as a baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeMjGrCcaI/AAAAAAAAAjA/faCoqAsD5cU/s1600-h/P1030344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325379619103338914" style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeMjGrCcaI/AAAAAAAAAjA/faCoqAsD5cU/s320/P1030344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was great, the kids had lots of fun, and we had way too much yummy food. I love camping again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-8551927593928076863?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/8551927593928076863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=8551927593928076863' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8551927593928076863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8551927593928076863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/04/camping-at-palmetto-state-park.html' title='Camping at Palmetto State Park'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeeDxr6lAdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/GOgl-ugHXAU/s72-c/P1030349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-7100216983762321823</id><published>2009-04-12T22:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:49:19.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Easter...</title><content type='html'>Easter was a little less eventful this year. Rory did have an easter egg hunt at her preschool. They even put some eggs out for Spencer, too. They always include him... he's too loud to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeK0giwmQTI/AAAAAAAAAg4/pEwqNaIoqn4/s1600-h/P1030290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324016180684800306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeK0giwmQTI/AAAAAAAAAg4/pEwqNaIoqn4/s320/P1030290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeK0gYICKOI/AAAAAAAAAgw/YeUHYpbrvNg/s1600-h/P1030284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324016177830308066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeK0gYICKOI/AAAAAAAAAgw/YeUHYpbrvNg/s320/P1030284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeK0gJw-COI/AAAAAAAAAgo/xeGBhA-TD1o/s1600-h/P1030288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324016173975472354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeK0gJw-COI/AAAAAAAAAgo/xeGBhA-TD1o/s320/P1030288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday night some friends had a get-together to eat and let the kids hunt eggs. That was lots of fun. Its always good to get to visit with other adults! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture from this morning before church. Spencer loved his solid milk chocolate bunny. And Rory's favorite basket treat is Sixlets. We've had to hide the goodies. Spencer dove right into it as soon as we got home from church. But he's been so hungry lately, he still had room in his tummy to finish off his lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324016190916593122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeK0hI4DBeI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_vaiz7OdQbY/s320/P1030351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you all had a great Easter. We're so grateful to understand what the Savior did for us. And are so happy to know He is Risen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-7100216983762321823?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/7100216983762321823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=7100216983762321823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7100216983762321823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/7100216983762321823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SeK0giwmQTI/AAAAAAAAAg4/pEwqNaIoqn4/s72-c/P1030290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-8931922158957695429</id><published>2009-04-02T22:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:38:05.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our town'/><title type='text'>eat your veggies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Another reason I love living in New Braunfels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This morning the kids and I gathered some old veggies out of the fridge, cut 'em up in chunks, and headed to the donkey pasture at the corner of Reukle and Morningside. As soon as we pulled up and rolled down the windows, 2 ran right over to greet us. The kids were so excited! We grabbed the food and cameras and climbed out of the van. Rory and Spencer were very brave getting their hands all nibbled and slobbered on. The donkeys were just so cute. Especially the younger ones with the super soft brown fur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SdWA061_SPI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fGvyXnixGy0/s1600-h/P1030259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320300181445363954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SdWA061_SPI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fGvyXnixGy0/s320/P1030259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SdWA1JRpyhI/AAAAAAAAAgI/EgHwEU9QG_c/s1600-h/P1030263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320300185319492114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SdWA1JRpyhI/AAAAAAAAAgI/EgHwEU9QG_c/s320/P1030263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SdWA0quS7wI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BvpV5ieOKGk/s1600-h/P1030253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320300177118129922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SdWA0quS7wI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BvpV5ieOKGk/s320/P1030253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This billy goat with the long white beard was the hungriest of the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SdWClZb0maI/AAAAAAAAAgg/k-iXlHB0Qos/s1600-h/P1030256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320302113802459554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SdWClZb0maI/AAAAAAAAAgg/k-iXlHB0Qos/s320/P1030256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Spencer's funny face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SdWCjhXgp6I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/shPITsquEXg/s1600-h/P1030261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320302081572120482" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SdWCjhXgp6I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/shPITsquEXg/s320/P1030261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This was the funniest part. I look over and this donkey is leaning all the way over the fence to get to Rory. She was backed up against the van, sliding down it and going, "mommy, mommy, mommy!" The donkey is just licking her face. "The donkey is trying to eat my glasses." She was so funny. Usually she's so overly dramatic I can't even sympathize, but she was so brave and funny about it we just laughed. Fortunately, there was no harm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SdWCkWz2-6I/AAAAAAAAAgY/HFx8ULo8brw/s1600-h/P1030264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320302095918103458" style="WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SdWCkWz2-6I/AAAAAAAAAgY/HFx8ULo8brw/s320/P1030264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-8931922158957695429?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/8931922158957695429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=8931922158957695429' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8931922158957695429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8931922158957695429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/04/eat-your-veggies.html' title='eat your veggies!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SdWA061_SPI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fGvyXnixGy0/s72-c/P1030259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-8368989457165198220</id><published>2009-03-24T13:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:09:42.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our town'/><title type='text'>I wanna go to the bakery</title><content type='html'>This week is Spring Break. And although Rory only goes to school 3 half days each week, we're still taking advantage of the vacation from school. This morning we played with some friends and exercised, then went to the library to play and enjoy storytime. And then Rory asked if we could go to the bakery because we passed it on the way to the library. I told her I would think about it. And according to her, "maybe" and "I'll think about it" always mean YES!&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, we went. Now Rory and Spencer aren't the best treat pickers, but they enjoyed their sprinkle donut and donut holes. I, on the other hand, probably would have chosen a filled eclair, a German Pretzel, or my very favorite... the BUTTERFLY ROLL! Its like a giant cinammon roll covered in cream cheese frosting, then topped with lots of chopped walnuts! So YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is yet another reason why I love New Braunfels... look at the charm of this old place. Its the oldest bakery in Texas that has been continuously in operation for just over 140 years. And it was also featured in a Bank of America "keep the change" commercial last year.&lt;br /&gt;super old photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ScktkQEJOLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WNn9GG1JIx4/s1600-h/old+naegelins.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316830935898470578" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ScktkQEJOLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WNn9GG1JIx4/s320/old+naegelins.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it looks today.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ScktkXTkm6I/AAAAAAAAAfw/otj5QBXFsJY/s1600-h/naegelins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316830937842228130" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ScktkXTkm6I/AAAAAAAAAfw/otj5QBXFsJY/s320/naegelins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-8368989457165198220?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/8368989457165198220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=8368989457165198220' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8368989457165198220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8368989457165198220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wanna-go-to-bakery.html' title='I wanna go to the bakery'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/ScktkQEJOLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WNn9GG1JIx4/s72-c/old+naegelins.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-6445575778247295431</id><published>2009-03-17T13:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:03:07.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>uurrgghh....</title><content type='html'>POTTY TRAINING! Spencer is doing great wearing his underwear all day! We've even gone out shopping for hours with no accidents. However, when its the afternoon and its naptime, that's when there's trouble. He has switched his poopy time to during naptime. He'll be sleeping away, then wake up, loudly yelling out strange noises. I walk in and say, "did you poop your pants?" And he replies, "yes". I put him on the potty for about half an hour before naptime, but he won't do anything. He's really only pooped on the potty one really good time and that was at Wal-Mart. I'm sure it was strange for the other patrons when I said, "What a good boy. Push, really hard. That's a really big one. I'm so proud of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I'm just keeping him up in his room. He can play or look at books, or fall asleep on the floor. But I want him up and aware of his body. But he keeps saying, "i'm gonna poop in my bed." AAGGGHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lose naptime so he'll poop in the potty, hopefully I'll soon be able to get him back to naptime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OOPS... he just pooped his pants while standing by Edward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I THINK I'M GOING TO LOSE MY MIND. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-6445575778247295431?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/6445575778247295431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=6445575778247295431' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6445575778247295431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6445575778247295431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/03/uurrgghh.html' title='uurrgghh....'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-1644021046802146672</id><published>2009-03-11T14:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:08:44.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie...</title><content type='html'>My family LOVES pizza.  Whether it be homemade, frozen, or from a restaurant, they can't get enough.  I made sure I had ingredients to make our own- with reminders from both Edward and Rory.  Lately I've felt very smothered in the kitchen and haven't really let anyone else help, but last night I decided to go ahead and let them get a little messy.  Spencer was a natural at rolling out the dough.  Then Rory helped me top it off.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was only pepperoni and cheese (I didn't eat any so it was a boring topping), our favorite is chicken, bacon, alfredo.  If I make my own little section of a pie, I top it with tons of veggies, but the rest of the gang is not into that.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312023180080683250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SbgY8B9ZmPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UhrPir59Mnw/s320/P1030230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312023184587196498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SbgY8Sv1iFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YoqYA3zol_M/s320/P1030231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312023191605095586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SbgY8s5CLKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/QIIB_L1dtHI/s320/P1030232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-1644021046802146672?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/1644021046802146672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=1644021046802146672' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/1644021046802146672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/1644021046802146672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-moon-hits-your-eye-like-big-pizza.html' title='when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SbgY8B9ZmPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UhrPir59Mnw/s72-c/P1030230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-869076748962787054</id><published>2009-02-26T12:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:17:17.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaways</title><content type='html'>Most mornings I go to friends' houses to exercise as a group. Yesterday Mary, Janielle and I had a RS Presidency meeting while Sam and Spencer played in Mary's backyard. After a while Mary noticed how quiet they were. I went outside and didn't see them and I checked both gates and they were both locked and there were no holes for them to leave through. So then we all checked the inside of the house. They were still nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Kaleb came in and said, "The gate was open when I pulled up and I just locked it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH NO... that's when the panic hit. The boys were wandering somewhere through Dove Crossing, but we had no idea where. Janielle (while holding Camberly) and I took off one way, Kaleb hopped in his car, and Mary took off in her van. Somehow, we all went the same direction, which doesn't make much sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is going through my mind? *Spencer's laying face down in a ditch* *Someone took them in there house and I don't know which one* *Someone drove off with them* *If someone found them, wouldn't they be outside looking for us?* *Oh no, I lost Spencer while Edward's out of town... how irresponsible.* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... once Mary made it down the block and found them. I ran as hard as I could toward them and jumped in the van with them. And what is piled on top of Spencer? About 25 rolled up newspapers. He and Sam had gone the entirely around the block collecting these papers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307186948481501026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SabqaTTUR2I/AAAAAAAAAe4/iwVyl1P9JIs/s320/newspaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All is fine, thank the Lord. I'm just proud that Spencer wasn't wandering right in the middle of the street- which he usually does. I'm glad Sam kept him safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson for the week... Keep an eye (actually both eyes, and both ears) on your kids. Double check locks and make sure they know the rules. Anything can happen within a moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-869076748962787054?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/869076748962787054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=869076748962787054' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/869076748962787054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/869076748962787054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/02/runaways.html' title='Runaways'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SabqaTTUR2I/AAAAAAAAAe4/iwVyl1P9JIs/s72-c/newspaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-499239590384062580</id><published>2009-02-19T12:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:13:50.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's growing up, little by little...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Friday Rory decided she wanted her training wheels off of her bike. We took them off, then she suited up in her knee pads, elbow pads, and helmet (all of which are safety gear I never used- that explains all my scars.) She would go a few feet, then fall over. We worked on it for about 15-20 minutes or so, then we were both pretty tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today we went to play outside and she decided she wanted to try again. So again she put on all her gear and we headed to the street for another go-round. There is a slight incline to the end of the culdesac, so the first stretch was pretty hard, but she was already going much farther than last time. When we got to the end, turned around, and headed back down the hill, she went almost the whole length of the street all by herself. She was so impressed with herself, I was pretty shocked with her coordination, and Spencer was just as proud as he could be. And every time I let go of her Spencer would say, "Pedal, pedal, pedal!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Look mom, no training wheels!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304587621780516194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SZ2uVkwpbWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/MITvrtN0xa0/s320/P1030215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off she goes... Spencer's trying to keep up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304587630267606354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SZ2uWEYIJVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/y4n3zheAjWE/s320/P1030220.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Apparently the sense of pride and accomplishment brings out the loving affection my kids don't often show each other. They were too cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304587633585775346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SZ2uWQvPYvI/AAAAAAAAAeo/mR1Q1elAdfM/s320/P1030219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-499239590384062580?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/499239590384062580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=499239590384062580' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/499239590384062580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/499239590384062580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-growing-up-little-by-little.html' title='She&apos;s growing up, little by little...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SZ2uVkwpbWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/MITvrtN0xa0/s72-c/P1030215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-831214672960412924</id><published>2009-02-15T19:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:10:56.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>Heather O., who now lives in my old stomping grounds, the big V.A., tagged me. So, here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real. . .nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. A boy's Name: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;artholemew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eatrice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;arista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A color: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;urnt Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ra (Rory calls bras "overalls"-so funny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A food: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;risket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;idet (maybe that's just for the French)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A place: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;elgium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ad traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;. Something you shout: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e QUIET!- not very effective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;edknobs &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Broomsticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;erry smoothie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. An animal: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A street name: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;roadway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;18. A type of car: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;enz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Something scary: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ikers (I'm scared of gangs of motorcyclists)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;20. Ice cream flavor: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rownie sundae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun! I tag Julie, Sherry, Janielle, and Britni... and whoever else might want to do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-831214672960412924?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/831214672960412924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=831214672960412924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/831214672960412924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/831214672960412924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-4190561009025069988</id><published>2009-02-13T20:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:24:08.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all Fun &amp; Games!</title><content type='html'>Its funny how when you have more to blog about, you run out of time to actually blog!&lt;br /&gt;We have been really busy lately, but tonight I decided to blog about the things I've actually documented in my camera. Last Friday night we had a family game/movie night. Here we are, really getting into "ELEFUN". Silly game, even sillier when Edward is going all out trying to beat the little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302480998661378626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SZYyX-F4UkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/L1E5lh9F7Lk/s320/P1030185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also played "Gone Fishin'" and "Toss Across". Spencer loves to throw anything at anything else. (That's not a good thing in Sacrament meetings.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302481000704137634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SZYyYFs6WaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/eejHjnqO1N4/s320/P1030190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we settled down with some popcorn to watch "Ratatouille". About 2/3 of the way through I laid on the floor with the kids and couldn't hear the movie at all over Rory's snoring. --she gets that from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SZYyYZ-sjrI/AAAAAAAAAds/O49bm49eJLI/s1600-h/P1030195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302481006147440306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SZYyYZ-sjrI/AAAAAAAAAds/O49bm49eJLI/s320/P1030195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skip a few days of running errands, making treats for teachers and visiting teaching families, shopping, excercising, a doctor visit, babysitting kids and you get to this Friday... Friday the 13th. Its like my favorite day and I didn't even get to enjoy the spookiness of it. But I did get to go to a rockin' Valentine's Day Party for Rory's PreK class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The class is waiting for their treats- decorated heart sugar cookies, rice crispy treats and stawberries. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302483072590592962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SZY0QsFIu8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/rWrktzEUmjE/s320/P1030206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rory wanted me to take a picture of her devouring the rest of her rice crispy treat. This kind of thing could haunt her later... he he.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302481992907950466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SZYzR18vCYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/dUOgfYGZ8gk/s320/P1030207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Time for songs. Spencer just got a kick out of this. When he's excited, he can't stop bouncing up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302483066837204706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SZY0QWpa_uI/AAAAAAAAAeE/K2E76C9fAvs/s320/P1030213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spencer's sitting with one of Rory's friends' little sister, Brooke. Doesn't look like they really bonded. He's way too into juice to pay attention to girls yet. (thank goodness, cuz Rory's coming home all the time telling me things like, "Connor is my boyfriend, but I'm going to marry Ethan" AAGGHHH... and the nightmare begins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302483062495390226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SZY0QGeQKhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pslOj_souXk/s320/P1030211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-4190561009025069988?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/4190561009025069988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=4190561009025069988' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4190561009025069988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4190561009025069988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-fun-games.html' title='Its all Fun &amp; Games!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SZYyX-F4UkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/L1E5lh9F7Lk/s72-c/P1030185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-4521188033877726536</id><published>2009-02-03T14:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:20:32.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantry Raid</title><content type='html'>Spencer eats scrambled eggs and sausage every day for breakfast. You'd think that would be enough to hold him over for a couple of hours, right? Well, this morning about an hour after breakfast I came downstairs to find this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298668027944581794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SYimf3RbOqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/2S9rfc8bv1s/s320/P1030183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got through the child lock on the door and pushed the heavy wooden dining chair to reach this snack in the pantry. Here he is enjoying my fat free pringles...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298668033895026946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SYimgNcH0QI/AAAAAAAAAdU/6ki1TWKU350/s320/P1030182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-4521188033877726536?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/4521188033877726536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=4521188033877726536' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4521188033877726536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4521188033877726536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/02/pantry-raid.html' title='Pantry Raid'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SYimf3RbOqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/2S9rfc8bv1s/s72-c/P1030183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-233148016232329477</id><published>2009-01-29T22:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:12:11.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I *heart* Rory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When Rory says, "Mom, don't be mad", I brace myself for what I fear she's done.  So tonight we were driving in the dark and she says, "Mom, don't be mad."  So I quickly turned on the interior lights and faced her wide-eyed.  And what does she say to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"I love you, mom."  Boy was I surprised.  But then something cuter happened.  She said, referring to me turning the lights on, "you can't see my love."  But I said, I can if you give me a big smile.  So then she cheesed it up with her girly smiles and fluttery eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So cute.  It was another of the few carefree moments we've had.  Thanks Rory, I love you, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SYJ9HIwB8mI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qfdr7jlJwkc/s1600-h/lace-edge-heartmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296933673302618722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SYJ9HIwB8mI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qfdr7jlJwkc/s320/lace-edge-heartmin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-233148016232329477?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/233148016232329477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=233148016232329477' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/233148016232329477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/233148016232329477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-heart-rory.html' title='I *heart* Rory'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SYJ9HIwB8mI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qfdr7jlJwkc/s72-c/lace-edge-heartmin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-5526986952173697812</id><published>2009-01-23T21:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:18:29.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>night"LIGHTS OUT"</title><content type='html'>Rory has been using a nightlight for almost three years. Lately its been driving me nuts. She would get up in the middle of the night and wake me up not knowing if it was morning yet or not. Often, it was about 2am. The other night at dinner we decided to nix the nightlight. Rory got really upset, but we promised her a big girl night of bowling if she could sleep in her room like a big girl without her nightlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294706114418743842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SXqTKJQEmiI/AAAAAAAAAck/aCeGvBsmc5g/s320/nightlight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first night she cried when I was leaving the room, but has done fine the rest of the nights. So last night we went bowling. They were very excited to go, especially Spencer. He couldn't stop jumping up and down... but if you've ever been around him, he's always jumping up and down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294709036874847042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SXqV0QP500I/AAAAAAAAAcs/p0ynar36O9g/s320/P1030169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rory was so excited they had kid sizes in bowling shoes Edward told her, "you can ask for bowling shoes for your birthday if you like them that much."  -- and the birthday talk starts even earlier this year, only 10 months until her birthday.(OH NO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294709042322166210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SXqV0kipUcI/AAAAAAAAAc0/JvGKmbLlZfQ/s320/P1030165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294709045280551602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SXqV0vj-srI/AAAAAAAAAc8/sxV9UIGy77s/s320/P1030166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-5526986952173697812?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/5526986952173697812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=5526986952173697812' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5526986952173697812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5526986952173697812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/01/nightlights-out.html' title='night&quot;LIGHTS OUT&quot;'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SXqTKJQEmiI/AAAAAAAAAck/aCeGvBsmc5g/s72-c/nightlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-1416854800499718642</id><published>2009-01-18T21:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:32:11.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>**Product Warning**</title><content type='html'>Our plans for Saturday night were great:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Babysitter who lives a few houses down the street  -check&lt;check&lt;check&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Out to eat with friends  -check&lt;check&lt;check&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Fun game night with lots of laughs  -check &lt;check&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Spontaneous combustion of popcorn resulting in flames  -check&lt;check&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;???WAIT A MINUTE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, during dinner our babysitter calls, "Um, Sister Martin? I was cooking popcorn and it cooked too long and it started to smoke and Spencer pointed at it. And it was on fire and I've opened the windows but it smells really bad....." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get the picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel bad because I was nervous for her. I know I would have freaked out, too. But she was brave. Today at church she told me, "I'm not cooking popcorn anymore."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I told her if my kids want any I'll just make it before I leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It still smells in the house (actually the smell that irritates Edward the most!), but the microwave is still fully functional!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the culprit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292841365861261090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SXPzLfinXyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HZOyFdouCEE/s400/mw_sp_kettle_mini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bags are "mini", hence, they cook MUCH faster! BEWARE &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-1416854800499718642?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/1416854800499718642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=1416854800499718642' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/1416854800499718642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/1416854800499718642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/01/product-warning.html' title='**Product Warning**'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SXPzLfinXyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HZOyFdouCEE/s72-c/mw_sp_kettle_mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-2693545340804013781</id><published>2009-01-09T13:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:50:35.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a nice thought...</title><content type='html'>Last night as I was getting ready to head to the temple for a Relief Society temple trip Rory saw me in my church clothes carrying my temple bag. &lt;br /&gt;Rory: "Do you change clothes at the temple?"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "Yep, I sure do."&lt;br /&gt;Rory: "Can I see your pretty dress?"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "Nah, its already in my bag."&lt;br /&gt;Rory: "Please? Just once."&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "OK, here it is."&lt;br /&gt;So I unfolded it and held it up for her to see.  She rubs it, then hugs it and says, "Its so warm and cozy, can I wear it someday, too?" Me- "you sure can."&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the sweetest moments we've had in a long time.  I hope and pray that she will make it there when she grows up.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWepisSWuOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6I8zCFykKjc/s1600-h/san_antonio_lds_mormon_temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289382700838729954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWepisSWuOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6I8zCFykKjc/s320/san_antonio_lds_mormon_temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-2693545340804013781?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/2693545340804013781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=2693545340804013781' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2693545340804013781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2693545340804013781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-nice-thought.html' title='What a nice thought...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWepisSWuOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6I8zCFykKjc/s72-c/san_antonio_lds_mormon_temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-3816104960049981417</id><published>2009-01-06T21:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:57:46.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of...</title><content type='html'>Most people know that my dad passed away when I was a teenager.  The saddest thing is that we were never close, so I don't really have many happy memories of him.  On our trip to Virginia we left my mom's home early one morning to take a special trip to the cemetery where my father (and maternal grandmother, Minerva) is buried.  I think it was an interesting experience for the kids (mostly Rory).  She's still asking questions about what our body does when its in the ground and what our spirit does. &lt;br /&gt;Obviously death is sad, but with our knowledge of the gospel and our Heavenly Father's plan for happiness, its all bearable.  Hopefully some day he can meet my precious babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWQm2a0bg-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/7pfpKB03di0/s1600-h/P1030156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288394578793825250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWQm2a0bg-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/7pfpKB03di0/s320/P1030156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the top left corner it reads, "BIG BOB".  That was the nickname his friends had for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288394588026299506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWQm29Nn5HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9Cck77w-WF8/s320/P1030157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-3816104960049981417?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/3816104960049981417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=3816104960049981417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3816104960049981417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3816104960049981417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-memory-of.html' title='In memory of...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWQm2a0bg-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/7pfpKB03di0/s72-c/P1030156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-488478746017772495</id><published>2009-01-05T14:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:55:18.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wintergreen Resort, Virginia</title><content type='html'>On December 26th we headed up to Wintergreen Resort to find some snow to play in. It was cold and required a lot of walking in big, heavy boots (and I borrowed my stepdad's). Here are some of the highlights of that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roasting marshmallows in this awesome firepit. It also provided some &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;warmth on this super CoLd day!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWJv7OfpyFI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Ro8IG3NjeAo/s1600-h/P1030103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287911975780206674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWJv7OfpyFI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Ro8IG3NjeAo/s320/P1030103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Edward and Rory making snow angels- unfortunately it was pretty much ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWJv6tXF8EI/AAAAAAAAAbE/lObWEtQgdjw/s1600-h/P1030094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287911966885933122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWJv6tXF8EI/AAAAAAAAAbE/lObWEtQgdjw/s320/P1030094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tobboggan riding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287914903980307266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWJylq49c0I/AAAAAAAAAbk/0O4hXruaen8/s320/P1030124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWJv7651WXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/5DXX4YPAu3M/s1600-h/P1030120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287911987701176690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWJv7651WXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/5DXX4YPAu3M/s320/P1030120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer was not excited about snow tubing... here it is connected to this merry-go-round like machine, and he tried going down the hill alone but cried all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWJv7TKujWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/rC9pCKjp7qs/s1600-h/P1030117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287911977034616162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWJv7TKujWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/rC9pCKjp7qs/s320/P1030117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Portrait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287914919694964722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWJymlboF_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/Prw9atOtUDs/s320/P1030130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had lunch at "The Edge".  The view was awesome... skiing right below us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287914916384332034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWJymZGT2QI/AAAAAAAAAbs/J_7bPawaPkU/s320/P1030097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-488478746017772495?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/488478746017772495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=488478746017772495' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/488478746017772495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/488478746017772495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/01/wintergreen-resort-virginia.html' title='Wintergreen Resort, Virginia'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWJv7OfpyFI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Ro8IG3NjeAo/s72-c/P1030103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-2224287439709364882</id><published>2009-01-03T19:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:52:50.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Christmas Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We really enjoyed playing outside at my mom's house (even though we had to dodge lots of dog poo piles- thanks Sarah the dog). Edward and the kids are throwing leaves, Rory's hanging from a tree, and she's showing me some ice that was in the ditch next to the road. BRRR... cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWARVfG7q4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/eMkyhqBUwJg/s1600-h/P1030049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287245023358462850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWARVfG7q4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/eMkyhqBUwJg/s320/P1030049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWARWfOLU8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/oYa0ieNSCaM/s1600-h/P1030057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287245040568718274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWARWfOLU8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/oYa0ieNSCaM/s320/P1030057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWARVyPT8nI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UnqFxm1HPnE/s1600-h/P1030050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287245028493881970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWARVyPT8nI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UnqFxm1HPnE/s320/P1030050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287249369672089362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWAVSeY2fxI/AAAAAAAAAas/ggtZuK-DpW4/s320/P1030054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins, cousins, cousins! Rory has been talking for months about getting to play with her cousins. Her dream finally came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is "Little Man", Brian, my brother's little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287249376510558450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWAVS33RQPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/lz11YtiHjiw/s320/P1030137.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's 2 oldest kids, Kayla and Josh. Is everyone taller than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287247654629063426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWATupWuuwI/AAAAAAAAAac/ahLY_xQv2w8/s320/P1030067.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, Kayla, Rory, Gabby, and Spencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287247646938254882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWATuMtGTiI/AAAAAAAAAaU/bwYExQj_72w/s320/P1030068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now we have Brian, Chelsea, Angela, Rory and Tyler (adopted cousin for now!)-- he kept giving Rory kisses; she was pretty overwhelmed by that.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287247639278372594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWATtwK1xvI/AAAAAAAAAaM/mEVvAJAgUG0/s320/P1030143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-2224287439709364882?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/2224287439709364882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=2224287439709364882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2224287439709364882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2224287439709364882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-christmas-fun.html' title='More Christmas Fun!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SWARVfG7q4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/eMkyhqBUwJg/s72-c/P1030049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-5160614263139311685</id><published>2009-01-01T14:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:15:53.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First outing in Virginia...</title><content type='html'>Since we crammed SO MUCH into our Christmas vacation, I'll have to blog about our events one at a time! On Monday, December 22nd we headed to Richmond. We played at Stony Point Mall (this is where the ice skating is). After that we headed to the Orr's home in Glen Allen. Their house is so cute and the kids have gotten so big. It was really nice to meet Dillon, he's a cutie! From there we went to dinner at Buzz and Ned's BBQ in Richmond which we had seen on "Throwdown with Bobby Flay" from the Food Network. Very Yummy! To end our evening we went to the Metro Richmond Zoo which is owned by members of the LDS church. They put on a free live Nativity with camels, sheep, donkeys, and cows. We froze, but the donuts and hot chocolate warmed us up. And the kids were lucky enough to pet "Pistol" the donkey and some baby sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy these pictures from the mall... (just so you know- this was not "ice"- I don't know what it was made out of but Rory said it tasted Gross... she tried it a few times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma Ava and Spencer trying to keep warm. (Spencer calls her "B-Ma)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SV0vEflA8PI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DARcXrVZdKw/s1600-h/P1030033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286433291845562610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SV0vEflA8PI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DARcXrVZdKw/s320/P1030033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Rory renting skates&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286433261633512850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SV0vCvB5pZI/AAAAAAAAAZE/-8fF5gmMAac/s320/P1030024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"Don't let go yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SV0vD-RkBUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/MEWauxLayJg/s1600-h/P1030028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286433282905605442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SV0vD-RkBUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/MEWauxLayJg/s320/P1030028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After just a couple of minutes Rory took off on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SV0vDSbV9YI/AAAAAAAAAZM/PTUSp5fCyCE/s1600-h/P1030036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286433271135466882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SV0vDSbV9YI/AAAAAAAAAZM/PTUSp5fCyCE/s320/P1030036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute... bakery for dogs (I want a dog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SV0vE5Cj9OI/AAAAAAAAAZk/aFsiShEn3Tc/s1600-h/P1030038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286433298680378594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SV0vE5Cj9OI/AAAAAAAAAZk/aFsiShEn3Tc/s320/P1030038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-5160614263139311685?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/5160614263139311685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=5160614263139311685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5160614263139311685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5160614263139311685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-outing-in-virginia.html' title='First outing in Virginia...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SV0vEflA8PI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DARcXrVZdKw/s72-c/P1030033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-6613580179819321791</id><published>2008-12-20T18:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:01:21.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>We made it to Virginia this afternoon. We left New Braunfels at 2:50pm yesterday and arrived at my mom's at 4:50pm today. We made great time! 25 hours, the kids were so perfectly behaved and now we're happy to bathe and sleep tonight!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take pictures of each state line, but they pretty much all came in the middle of the night. Then when the sun came up we realized my camera batteries were dead.&lt;br /&gt;Look for updates. I'll be posting the exciting happenings here in VA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-6613580179819321791?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/6613580179819321791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=6613580179819321791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6613580179819321791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/6613580179819321791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2008/12/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-4275488669445459100</id><published>2008-12-14T19:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:47:02.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rory's Preschool Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>3, 4, and 5 year olds in the spotlight at Rory's Preschool.  They did a great job singing their songs and repeating their parts.  There were a couple of slip-ups, but nothing major.  They were really cute and excited to be on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SUW2bONwk6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/X4Sat2KhvB8/s1600-h/P1030003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279826716950303650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SUW2bONwk6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/X4Sat2KhvB8/s320/P1030003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rory and her friends, Ava and Whitney&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279826721719933202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SUW2bf-7WRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/U3aky8lOmLw/s320/P1030012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Spencer and Rory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279826723312154114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SUW2bl6itgI/AAAAAAAAAY8/2VWhQfZEGhQ/s320/P1030013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-4275488669445459100?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/4275488669445459100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=4275488669445459100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4275488669445459100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/4275488669445459100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2008/12/rorys-preschool-christmas-program.html' title='Rory&apos;s Preschool Christmas Program'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SUW2bONwk6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/X4Sat2KhvB8/s72-c/P1030003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-8241694344675209196</id><published>2008-12-07T20:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:04:47.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Schlitterbahn's Hill Country Christmas</title><content type='html'>Our local huge waterpark has converted into a winter wonderland. There are carolers, over a million lights, wreaths, lots of hot chocolate and wreaths galore. It is open on weekends from 5-10pm, and we were there from 5- 9:45. I was exhausted and cold. The kids wanted to stay until we settled them in the stroller and the calmed down enough to realize they were exhausted, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277241450585180674" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STyHI6gYygI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_NUnDFB9b_c/s200/P1020943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277241467879770962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STyHJ67vS1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/nHdUCwtviGo/s200/P1020949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a really cute train display right by Santa. Spencer loved it! Here's a picture of his Daddy holding him up to see it. Now look at his face in this next picture. There were 3 trains, and every time one came right in front of him he would jump up and down and say, "Look Mommy, a choo-choo train!"...over and over again. So CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STyHJfyfm9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/bOYchYq91nk/s1600-h/P1020952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277241460593236946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STyHJfyfm9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/bOYchYq91nk/s200/P1020952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTA!! They ran to him and hugged him; they're so much braver than last year. Rory had actually drawn Santa a picture of himself and it said "To Santa, From Rory." It was so cute when she gave it to him. I bet she's about the only kid to take something to Santa. I was proud of her. She always loves to draw pictures for people and give them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277244240759377298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STyJrUtwTZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PvGRuUciVXQ/s320/P1020962.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Snow"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277244255607833378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STyJsMB5wyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/AEMjCJYllLA/s320/P1020965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"Scrooge's Haus"- love all the German flare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277245768899452770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STyLERevX2I/AAAAAAAAAYM/N7-0WLWxhmE/s320/P1020973.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Rory in the "car wash". In the summer its obviously flowing with water, but they put up a little snow machine to drop snow on their heads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277248323843178546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STyNY_YywDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/lxz1QzgmWKE/s320/P1020987.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer in a hay maze... he loved it! He would make it to the end, see me, then run back through to get lost again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277248307443686850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STyNYCS2XcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/cRLKSS1_rrc/s320/P1020986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="Z-INDEX: 50; LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 150px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 30px; HEIGHT: 45px"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-8241694344675209196?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/8241694344675209196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=8241694344675209196' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8241694344675209196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/8241694344675209196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2008/12/schlitterbahns-hill-country-christmas.html' title='Schlitterbahn&apos;s Hill Country Christmas'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STyHI6gYygI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_NUnDFB9b_c/s72-c/P1020943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-5110001010865354029</id><published>2008-12-03T21:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:11:34.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another home improvement project...</title><content type='html'>For Christmas (already) I've gotten a new light fixture for our powder room, and a gift card to Lowe's (thanks Karena, Tomas and Nicholas). Since Edward is out of town for a couple nights, that means its time to start working!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275782598758029634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STdYUj8o2UI/AAAAAAAAAXc/1fmDc9xBbLY/s200/SPOCC-GRBRDmi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is the project I worked on tonight. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't stand the unfinished/bare mirrors the homebuilders hang in the bathrooms. There is this awesome product called mirredge where you can finish off a framed look to your mirrors. It took some problem solving skills on my part to get around some snags, but I'm happy the way it turned out. 1 down, 2 more to go (the others will come later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275779911404748914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STdV4IxsAHI/AAAAAAAAAXE/J0pXZLlkRLE/s320/P1020939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275779913564416514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STdV4Q0l6gI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uMF2hcBXMyE/s320/P1020940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Close-up (oops, the mirror's still dirty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275781273346204914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STdXHaZ1ZPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/SCLcBmsAn-g/s320/P1020941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-5110001010865354029?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/5110001010865354029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=5110001010865354029' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5110001010865354029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/5110001010865354029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-home-improvement-project.html' title='Another home improvement project...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STdYUj8o2UI/AAAAAAAAAXc/1fmDc9xBbLY/s72-c/SPOCC-GRBRDmi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-2309733249983558848</id><published>2008-12-01T21:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:05:54.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I completely forget about Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving in Katy, TX with the in-laws.  We had lots of fun and lots of good food.  Rory and I made a healthy Pumpkin-Chocolate Glazed Bundt Cake... YUM!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275036595284088290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STSx1ccYFeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Rw5lT4LBiWE/s320/P1020870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The kids love to tickle, hug, wrestle, and giggle with Grandma Karena (they call her "Grandma Toby"- toby is the pug's name)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STSyyW75ljI/AAAAAAAAAW8/nEXGANxGQgY/s1600-h/P1020882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275037641777714738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STSyyW75ljI/AAAAAAAAAW8/nEXGANxGQgY/s320/P1020882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since we'll be in VA for Christmas, we did our Texas Christmas after our Thanksgiving dinner.  We got nice gifts and had fun with the kids' new toys.  Thanks Grandma and Auntie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STSycTgY5NI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dpZxBQX5DU8/s1600-h/P1020877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275037262899897554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STSycTgY5NI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dpZxBQX5DU8/s320/P1020877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone chowing down (except me), I took a break just for a moment to take this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STSyI_nQRII/AAAAAAAAAWs/nLESJpv57Dg/s1600-h/P1020876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275036931142468738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STSyI_nQRII/AAAAAAAAAWs/nLESJpv57Dg/s320/P1020876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hope all of you had a great Thanksgiving, too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-2309733249983558848?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/2309733249983558848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=2309733249983558848' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2309733249983558848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2309733249983558848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-i-completely-forget-about.html' title='Before I completely forget about Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/STSx1ccYFeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Rw5lT4LBiWE/s72-c/P1020870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-3852040363703074704</id><published>2008-11-25T11:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:47:48.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Cookies...gobble, gobble</title><content type='html'>In honor of the Thanksgiving season, Edward decided we would create these Turkey Cookies (as so wonderfully demonstrated on &lt;a href="http://www.nickjr.com/"&gt;www.nickjr.com&lt;/a&gt;.  It was pretty tedious, but once we got the hang of it, they were really fun to make! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hand traced baked sugar cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SSw0bUnBQ0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/dFWesSYZ7YU/s1600-h/P1020861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272646907737490242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SSw0bUnBQ0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/dFWesSYZ7YU/s320/P1020861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Our assembly line (or just a big mess!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272646912528488450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SSw0bmdSGAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/dYMnv7-ltw8/s320/P1020857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Spencer can't get enough icing -the actual cookie is only the means to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272646922113707474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SSw0cKKk7dI/AAAAAAAAAWM/YLOfn1Ui2wE/s320/P1020865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Rory decorated this one all by herself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272647529436116514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SSw0_gnhdiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/uEEaI0w9_e0/s320/P1020863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The final product- a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAFTER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; of turkeys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(take this quiz to test your knowledge of group animal names-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.braggingpost.com/Games/group_names/index.html"&gt;http://www.braggingpost.com/Games/group_names/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272647536773030338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SSw0_78x4cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Qf4vPz92_NM/s320/P1020867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-3852040363703074704?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/3852040363703074704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=3852040363703074704' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3852040363703074704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/3852040363703074704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-cookiesgobble-gobble.html' title='Turkey Cookies...gobble, gobble'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SSw0bUnBQ0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/dFWesSYZ7YU/s72-c/P1020861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738280325902808839.post-2098270352644206926</id><published>2008-11-21T23:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:32:28.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Premiere!</title><content type='html'>The New Braunfels' Movie Theatre was buzzing tonight (with many 14 year olds), along with us, the Fuessels, the Crowthers, the Reids, the Hook family, Ericka and Lexi Brown, and Heather V.  &lt;--Silly Morms!  We had a great time, though.  We enjoyed the movie. And when I say "we" that includes the skeptical husbands!  I expected some cheesy moments, and I got them.  But overall, the movie was great!  Fun stuff.  And I liked Stephanie Meyers cameo and this scene wear Bella thinks Edward's going to change her in the gazebo during prom of all places.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271348991551550562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SSeX-qCLNGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/w773B31syPo/s320/edwardbella.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738280325902808839-2098270352644206926?l=martinfamnb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/feeds/2098270352644206926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4738280325902808839&amp;postID=2098270352644206926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2098270352644206926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738280325902808839/posts/default/2098270352644206926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinfamnb.blogspot.com/2008/11/movie-premiere.html' title='Movie Premiere!'/><author><name>brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06998508919811093743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SMbQMz0RkbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4_906hbDvg/S220/fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_zesmMCDpQ/SSeX-qCLNGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/w773B31syPo/s72-c/edwardbella.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
